Adultery Priya Didi

[amol1]

It's getting crazier..!! Hope the scenes n movements will happen soon..!!

[shailu4ever]

It's getting crazier..!! Hope the scenes n movements will happen soon..!!

Hi Amol1

Thank you so much. I’m glad you’re enjoying the tension building up.  Don’t worry, the action is definitely about to kick off soon.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[prasannas2001]

 
 
Sirisha’s breath caught. Her lips hovered uncertainly just above the dusky peak Neetu Bhabhi’s nipple, the warmth of Neetu’s skin radiating against her face. “She’s so close… I can smell her… oh god, I can’t believe this is happening.” Her hands twitched at her sides, unsure whether to hold, to pull away, or to give in completely.
 
And then Sirisha closed her lips around the stiff nipple once again.
 
Neetu gasped, her body jerking ever so slightly at the first warm pull of the fresh younger woman’s mouth. A soft moan escaped her throat, raw and unguarded, filling the silence with sound.

Sensational Erotic narration Shailu.  Wonderful Job.

[prasannas2001]

Sirisha’s Bra: The Removal
 

Waiting for this for a long time. Very exciting scenes Shailu.

[rajesh93]

Super flirting in late night chat with Neetu

[amol1]

Waiting for update !

[shailu4ever]

Sensational Erotic narration Shailu.  Wonderful Job.

Hi Prasanna

Thank you so much for your compliments. I’m really glad you enjoyed the erotic tone of the story. Your feedback means a lot and inspires me to keep writing with the same passion and emotion.

I appreciate your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Waiting for this for a long time. Very exciting scenes Shailu.

Hi Prasanna

I truly appreciate your enthusiasm. I’m so glad the story lived up to your expectations and that you enjoyed the exciting moments. Thank you for your patience and for sharing your excitement, it really motivates me to keep creating more stories like this.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Super flirting in late night chat with Neetu

Hi Rajesh

Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed the playful and flirty late-night chat scene with Neetu. It was a lot of fun to write, and I’m happy it resonated with you.


Thank you for your continued support

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Waiting for update !

Hi Amol1

Thank you for your excitement and patience. I’m thrilled to know you’re looking forward to the next update. The new part is on the way soon, please stay tuned.

I really appreciate your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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The more his fingers worked the balm into her skin, the more he noticed the flawless beauty of her leg, the gentle curve of her calf, the way her skin seemed to glow in the soft light of the room.

 
It was all so delicate, so feminine, that it took everything in him to maintain control.
 
He could feel the pulse beneath her skin, the subtle way her muscles shifted with every movement. His fingers lingered a moment longer than necessary, a gentle caress against the curve of her ankle, his breath catching at how alive she felt under his touch.
 
Sitting on her bed, Ravi felt a heady, almost dizzying mix of exhilaration and nervousness. He still cannot ignore this was the same bed that had held her past, that had witnessed her naked body, enjoying with Amit several nights. The weight of its history pressed on him, yet there was something thrilling about being here, holding a part of her in this private space. Every soft sigh she made, every subtle shift of her leg, magnified the electric tension that thrummed through him. “I shouldn’t be here… but I can’t look away.”
 
“Focus, Ravi. She’s hurt. This is not the time.” He tried to remind himself, but his body was betraying him, sending waves of longing and anticipation that he could neither suppress nor control.
 
Her leg in his lap felt like the most sensuous thing he had ever touched, a mixture of fragile vulnerability and magnetic beauty that pulled him deeper into the moment.
 
As his hands worked the balm into her ankle, she closed her eyes briefly, trying to escape the intensity of him, but it only amplified it.
 
She could feel the tension between them rising in waves, subtle yet impossible to ignore. When his fingers brushed along the curve of her calf, a jolt of conflict and thrill shot through her.
 
“Why is he touching my calf? He said he’d apply balm to my ankle… is he… taking advantage of me?” Her mind waged a battle: “He’s just helping. That’s all. Right? Just the balm…”
 
And yet, she couldn’t deny how good it felt, how the warmth of his hands and the care in his touch stirred something forbidden and intoxicating inside her. “It feels… nice. So wrong, and yet… I can’t stop feeling it.”
 
His fingers moved with deliberate, tender precision, massaging her skin in slow, careful strokes. Every part of her leg that he touched seemed to come alive, her muscles softened, her skin warmed, and that familiar, forbidden ache spread through her.
 
“This isn’t right. He’s just helping. He’s trying to make up for everything… Amit… and yet… him…” The thoughts clashed in her mind, a storm of desire and guilt, caution and surrender.
 
 “Why does it feel like this? Why am I enjoying this? Am I betraying him… or myself?” The conflict tore through her, a delicate tension between reason and desire, between past and present, between fear and longing.
 
Ravi’s heart was pounding, his chest tight with exhilaration and awe, every nerve in his body alive with the thrill of being this close to her, in her private world, in a place charged with history and intimacy. Every brush of his hands, every subtle shift, pulled him deeper, and he knew he couldn’t stop, even if he wanted to.
 
The feeling of him, his warmth, his gentle pressure, the steady rhythm of his hands, the way his breath seemed to align with hers, was a contradiction both electrifying and tender, impossible to resist, impossible to ignore.
 
In that quiet, charged space, with her leg resting in his lap and her trust mingling with her uncertainty, something shifted irrevocably between them.
 
The walls, the anger, the pain of the past began to crumble, replaced by a delicate, thrilling connection that neither could yet name but both felt down to their very bones.
 

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[LovePookie]

wow soo much going on

[shailu4ever]

wow soo much going on

Hi LovePookie

Thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying all the drama and twists in the story. There’s definitely a lot happening, and I’m excited to share what comes next.  

Please stay tuned.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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As he continued to massage the balm into her skin, he noticed the soft rise of her breath, the way her chest gently expanded, and the subtle flinch she made when his fingers brushed the more sensitive parts of her leg.
 
It was as though she felt it too, the quiet electricity crackling in the air between them, the undeniable tension that had begun to build. Every brush of his fingers against her skin sent a thrill through him. It was hard to ignore how smooth she felt, how silky the curve of her calf was beneath his hands.
 
Her gaze never wavered from him, and Ravi could feel the weight of her eyes on him, heavy with emotions he couldn’t quite decipher.
 
There was something there, something he couldn’t name, but it made the air between them feel impossibly close.
 
The warmth of her body seemed to fill the room, her scent, jasmine, soft and intoxicating, lingering in the air like a dream he couldn’t escape. “What is this? Why does it feel so intimate?”
 
His breath hitched as he continued to rub the balm into her skin, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes, as though he were memorizing the feel of her body beneath his touch.
 
Every motion felt too intimate, too personal, and yet, it was as though he couldn’t stop himself. She was so close, her leg resting so perfectly in his lap, that it was impossible not to feel the tenderness in the moment, and the desire that pulsed under the surface.
 
Priya’s eyes softened as he applied the balm, and for a fleeting moment, Ravi wondered if she could feel the current of longing that was flowing between them, the subtle shift in the air, like the delicate balance before a storm.
 
His pulse quickened, and he fought the urge to lean in closer, to kiss her, to take this moment beyond the confines of care and into something darker, something more.
 
But the conflict, the overwhelming mix of guilt and desire, kept him rooted to the spot, unsure how to proceed, unsure if he had any right to.
 
“What am I doing? Is this wrong?” he wondered, even as his body begged to answer with action, not words.

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[shailu4ever]

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His fingers hovered near the curve of her knee, his touch light but lingering, and he saw her shiver ever so slightly in response.
 
Her skin was a wonder, glowing beneath his hands, a soft temptation he couldn't push away.
 
And yet, in the back of his mind, he knew he was walking a fine line, a line that could easily slip from healing touch to something far more dangerous.
 
She glanced down at him, her chest tight, and for a fleeting moment, she wondered if he felt it too, the undeniable connection between them.
 
His eyes were fixed on her leg, his face serious, his jaw clenched as though he were trying to hold back something.
 
And then, just as quickly, she caught a glimpse of something else in his gaze, something deeper, something more intimate than before.
 
“Does he feel it too?” She wondered, unsure if she wanted the answer, if she even dared to ask.
 
Her leg in his lap, the soft heat of his hands against her skin, the way he massaged the balm into her, every action, every moment felt like a revelation. She didn’t know where the line between care and something more had blurred, but it had, and she found herself unable to pull away, unable to tell him to stop.
 
But even in that uncertainty, there was no denying it, the feeling between them was undeniably real. And Ravi wasn’t sure if he was ready for what would happen next, but he knew he was too close to stop.
 
 “She’s not angry anymore, at least not the same way. But what does she need from me?”
 
When he finished, he looked up, and Priya’s eyes were open, her gaze steady and calm. She didn’t speak immediately, but the silence between them felt different now, softer, almost intimate.
 
Her lips parted, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
 
“Thank you, Ravi,” she murmured, her voice quieter than before.
 
The words felt like a balm to his own wounded heart, an acknowledgement that maybe, just maybe, there was something beyond the silence they’d been trapped in.
 
Ravi’s hand hovered near her foot, still cradling it carefully, the skin of her ankle warm against his fingertips.
 
He could feel her gaze on him, and for the first time in days, there was no anger in it, no cold distance. Just something soft, something tender.
 
“I just want to make sure you’re okay, Didi. That’s all.” His voice was gentle, full of sincerity.
 
She reached out then, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. The touch was hesitant, but it sent a rush of heat through him.
 
He froze, not daring to move, allowing her fingers to linger for a moment. It was as though, in that brief touch, everything unsaid passed between them.
 
In the silence that followed, the world seemed to narrow down to the space between them, still, intimate, and full of something both fragile and potent.
 
“I’m here. And I’ll stay here next to her. For as long as she lets me.”

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[shailu4ever]

Scene: Priya Didi’s Forgiveness

 

The room is quiet, save for the soft rustling of Ravi’s movements and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Ravi is sitting beside Priya on the bed, his gentle hands still cradling her ankle. He’s applying the balm carefully, as if each touch is deliberate, each movement filled with a quiet tenderness.
 
Priya watches him silently, her heart oddly still as she feels the warmth of his hands on her skin. The balm tingles slightly, but the sensation is drowned out by the weight of everything she’s been holding inside. Every part of her is aware of how close he is, how his hands are wrapped around her injured foot, how he’s leaning over her with a kind of gentle attention that makes her pulse quicken.
 
She doesn’t pull away. She can’t. His care is like a steady current, pulling her toward him in ways she doesn’t fully understand. His fingers, firm but gentle, are massaging her ankle in slow, soothing circles, as though he’s trying to calm not just her pain, but the storm that’s been raging inside of her for days.
 
For a moment, Priya closes her eyes. She feels the weight of her own thoughts pressing down on her chest, the confusion, the hurt, the anger, all simmering in a slow boil. Her mind runs back to the events of the past few weeks—the growing distance between them, Ravi’s betrayal, his sudden closeness with Neetu and Sirisha.
 
“How could he do that? How could he let himself slip so easily?” She had wondered, over and over again.
 
But now… now, as she feels him sitting next to her, his touch warm and steady, his care evident in every movement, something inside her begins to shift. She can’t quite explain it, but the pain in her heart is lessened, if only for a moment, by the sincerity in his actions.
 
His eyes flicker up to hers, catching her gaze briefly before he looks back down at her ankle. His brow is furrowed in concentration, his mouth slightly set in a line. It’s a look that makes him seem so vulnerable, so real. He doesn’t look like the man who crossed a line with others. He looks like someone who has made a mistake, a man who is trying, desperately, to make things right.

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[amol1]

The story is really great but it's in slow pace ;⁠)

[shailu4ever]

The story is really great but it's in slow pace ;⁠)

Hi Amol1

Thank you so much for the feedback. I’m really glad to hear you enjoyed the story overall. I totally get what you mean about the pacing, it’s something I’m definitely thinking about as I continue to develop the plot. 

I appreciate you pointing it out, and I’ll keep it in mind as I work on tightening things up in future chapters. 

Thanks again for taking the time to share your thoughts.  I appreciate your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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“How could I have ever doubted him?” Priya wonders, but the thought feels strange, foreign.
 
Her leg is in his lap, the closeness undeniable. 

And yet, for once, it doesn’t feel suffocating. 

For once, it feels like something that can be forgiven.
 
She looks at his hand, resting so carefully on her foot, his fingers moving with gentle precision. "He loves me. I know he does. I see it in the way he looks at me, in the way he’s always trying to prove that he cares. It’s always been there."
 
The thought lingers in her mind, unraveling like a thread. Ravi had apologized so many times, and while those apologies had felt distant at first, now, they feel real, his guilt, his regret, it’s all so genuine.
 
“He has been nothing but kind to me these past few days. After everything… all he’s wanted is for me to be happy.”
 
Her breath catches as the memory of his gentle care, the way he looked at her when they were at the renovation site, the way he held her close when they’d walked together, the subtle way he’s been checking in on her, all of it crashes over her. 

He’s been trying. Trying so hard to be the person she needed, to make up for the mistakes he made.
 
Priya swallows, her throat suddenly tight. She shifts her gaze back down at her foot, feeling the warmth of his hands working their way over her skin. 

There’s a compassionate tenderness in him now that wasn’t there before. It’s unspoken, but it’s there, woven into his every action.
 
She wonders, for a fleeting moment, if he’s been this way all along, but she was too wrapped up in her hurt to see it. "Maybe… maybe I’ve been too harsh on him. Maybe I’ve been too focused on my pain to see the bigger picture."
 
The idea nags at her. What if she’s been judging him too quickly? What if this wasn’t just a man choosing others over her, but a man caught in a moment of weakness, a moment when he was vulnerable to the attention of others?

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[shailu4ever]

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She thinks of Neetu and Sirisha, the way they had flirted with him so easily, their attention so direct, so unguarded. "I know Ravi... he’s not perfect. He’s only human." The thought settles into her chest with an unexpected comfort. “He’s not a saint. He’s not immune to temptation.”
 
“And maybe... maybe that’s what happened. Maybe they tempted him. Maybe in a moment of weakness, he was drawn in by their attention.”
 
The more she thinks about it, the more it makes sense. “What man could resist? If someone threw themselves at him like that... he’s only human.”
 
Her mind circles back to the quiet moments between them, the tenderness in his touch, the way his presence always seemed to ground her. "I know he loves me. I can feel it now, in the way he’s holding me, in the way his hands are so careful with my injury. He’s trying. He’s been trying all along."
 
Ravi’s fingers pause on her ankle for a moment, and Priya feels an odd ache in her chest. He’s been waiting for her to react, to acknowledge what happened. But what’s more important now is what he’s doing now, what he’s showing her with each careful movement, with every look he gives her.
 
Her heart softens just a little more as she watches him. “This is who he really is. This is who I’ve always loved.”
 
His hands move again, pressing gently against her ankle, and for the first time, Priya feels something like relief. It’s the feeling of a weight lifting, of forgiveness slowly, quietly blooming in her heart. It’s not all gone, not yet. 

There’s still the pain of betrayal, still the confusion. But there’s also compassion, understanding, and the quiet recognition that sometimes, things aren’t as clear-cut as they seem.
 
“It wasn’t entirely his fault. He didn’t plan this. He didn’t want to hurt me. I see that now.”
 
She exhales softly, letting the thoughts settle. It’s not all resolved, but something has changed. Something inside her has started to heal.
 
Ravi finishes applying the balm, his touch lingering for a moment before he slowly moves his hands away. 

Priya looks up at him, her heart full of unspoken emotions, and for the first time in a long while, she feels like she’s finally ready to forgive.
 
“Thank you, Ravi,” she whispers, her voice low but sincere.
 
He looks up at her, his eyes soft with relief. “I’ll always take care of you, Priya Didi. Always.”
 
And in that moment, Priya realizes the truth: whatever has happened, whatever mistakes have been made, she can still trust him. She can still love him.
 

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