Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Inside her, though, everything was unraveling.
“Why does this feel like I’m being torn in two? I want to lean closer… I want to feel his warmth again. His breath... his touch... But no, no… I can’t let myself. I won’t. Not with Amit sitting right here. Not like this.”
 
“Stay strong, Priya. Be strong. He can’t know how much you want him. Not now. Not when I’m already betraying myself just by wanting more.”
 
Her heart beat wildly in her chest.
A flutter of need pulsed in her veins.
Her body screamed for the closeness.
 
The memory of the almost-kiss lingered on her lips like a promise unfulfilled.
But the weight of reality, of Amit sitting beside them, held her in place.
“I can’t be weak… I can’t fall into this. It’s wrong. This is wrong.”
 
But despite her thoughts, her heart kept hammering.
“God, why does it feel so right? Why does every inch of me ache for him, even when I know I should just let go?”
 
Ravi exhaled, shaky, as though remembering he was allowed to breathe.
The sting of her look, mixed with the ache of what they almost did, settled like a heavy weight on his chest.
 
And then the world around them re-entered the scene, people stretching, rustling, whispering, but none of it truly reached them.
Not really.
Not with the air still humming between them.
 
The screen faded to black.
Lights brightened.
A soft murmur of the crowd rolled through the theater.
 
Priya drew in a steadying breath, or tried to.
A hint of jasmine.
A thread of sandalwood.
Warm. Familiar. Too close.
 
Ravi felt it wind around him, tightening.
 
She shifted slightly, saree brushing her arm, brushing his fingers.
Another soft jolt.
 
He swallowed.
 
A vendor moved down the aisle.
Amit leaned forward casually, breaking the suspended silence.
“One large popcorn,” he said softly.
“And three cool drinks.”
 
The vendor nodded, weaving away.
 
Ravi watched.
Trying to look calm.
Trying not to show how every beat of his heart still thudded with her nearness.
 
Priya could feel the intensity of his gaze, but she refused to acknowledge it. 

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[siva_reddy32]

Dear Shailu,
I rarely wander into the English Stories section, but a couple of days ago your story caught my eye. As a writer myself, curiosity made me click—yet I had no idea that one small click would cost me two days of leave, all my tasks, and every bit of focus I had left.
You are a terrible influence.
I’m sending you the invoice soon—be ready to pay when you receive it.
When I reached page 79, I found myself thinking about how deceptively simple your plot is. A visitor who steps into someone’s home, becomes emotionally entangled with the people there, crosses boundaries of connection and desire… It can be summed up in one or two lines. And yet, you turned those two lines into a story that pulls the reader in line by line, makes them feel, sink into it, live inside it.
Anyone can write a story when they have a plot. But only you can take a simple plot and make it a world—felt, lived, and breathed.
Your grip on language, the flow of your words, your emotional depth—
it’s like the first rain falling on long-dry fields, releasing a fragrance that cannot be forgotten.
Reading you reminded me of emotions I once knew deeply when I was young—before age, duties, and responsibilities slowly turned feelings into actions, and actions into routine. You brought those old emotions back, alive and trembling.
Thank you for writing.
Thank you for experimenting.
Thank you for giving your time to this craft, and for sharing it with us.
Writers like you are rare—diamonds more precious than a Kohinoor—
and we must preserve that brilliance.
Keep writing, Shailu.
Keep mesmerizing your readers.
You have earned one more devoted fan.
And now because of you, I’m visiting the English Stories page every single day.
Remember—you owe me for this.
With admiration,

[prasannas2001]

Saturday Late Night Call with Neetu, Sirisha, and Ravi

 

The Late night call with Neetu, Sirisha was very involving.  Excellent writing Shailu.  You are the best.

[shailu4ever]

Dear Shailu,
I rarely wander into the English Stories section, but a couple of days ago your story caught my eye. As a writer myself, curiosity made me click—yet I had no idea that one small click would cost me two days of leave, all my tasks, and every bit of focus I had left.
You are a terrible influence.
I’m sending you the invoice soon—be ready to pay when you receive it.
When I reached page 79, I found myself thinking about how deceptively simple your plot is. A visitor who steps into someone’s home, becomes emotionally entangled with the people there, crosses boundaries of connection and desire… It can be summed up in one or two lines. And yet, you turned those two lines into a story that pulls the reader in line by line, makes them feel, sink into it, live inside it.
Anyone can write a story when they have a plot. But only you can take a simple plot and make it a world—felt, lived, and breathed.
Your grip on language, the flow of your words, your emotional depth—
it’s like the first rain falling on long-dry fields, releasing a fragrance that cannot be forgotten.
Reading you reminded me of emotions I once knew deeply when I was young—before age, duties, and responsibilities slowly turned feelings into actions, and actions into routine. You brought those old emotions back, alive and trembling.
Thank you for writing.
Thank you for experimenting.
Thank you for giving your time to this craft, and for sharing it with us.
Writers like you are rare—diamonds more precious than a Kohinoor—
and we must preserve that brilliance.
Keep writing, Shailu.
Keep mesmerizing your readers.
You have earned one more devoted fan.
And now because of you, I’m visiting the English Stories page every single day.
Remember—you owe me for this.
With admiration,

Dear Siva Reddy Sir

Oh My God. It is really The Siva Reddy Sir, the famous erotic writer I ever known. OMG, I never even dreamt of communicating with you. It feels like more than a dream come true. I just woke up and opened my phone to check for any feedback on my stories, and I found your message. I’m still in shock. I went to your profile to confirm that it really was you who messaged me. I honestly couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw your appreciation for my work.
 
To receive such praise from The Greatest Siva Reddy Sir, the master of Erotic Story Writing, is the highest honor for me as someone just learning how to write.
 
It takes me back to the late 2021, way before my marriage, during the second wave of COVID. I was in my bedroom, wrapped in a comforter, reading your story “Kalasi Vachina Adhrustam”. At that time, I wasn’t even registered on this site, and though I am from a Telugu state, my Telugu reading skills aren’t good. But I pushed through because your story captivated me so deeply. It took me months to read just about 25 pages, but that story was the only thing I read in Telugu at the time. Your writing, Sir, was the reason I kept going. It felt so natural, so beautifully crafted, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
 
And now, receiving your feedback feels like receiving the greatest reward, one that I will cherish for the rest of my life. If I could pin this message as the front page for all my stories, I would.
 
Your feedback left me absolutely speechless. To know that someone I admire so much, someone whose work I’ve spent hours, weeks and months reading and studying, took the time to not only read my story but also offer such kind and detailed feedback is beyond anything I ever expected. Honestly, receiving your words is like a gift I will treasure forever.
 
I’m flattered by your kind comparison to the first rain, and I can only say thank you from the bottom of my heart for such an insightful and poetic review. When you said that my story turned a simple plot into something felt, lived, and breathed, I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect compliment. It’s the goal of every writer to strive for with every word they write, and to hear that I was able to achieve that, moreover, that message coming from you means the world to me. Your ability to articulate the emotions that stories evoke, your insight into the craft, has always been something I’ve deeply admired, and to now have you appreciate my own writing feels unreal.
 
And as for the “invoice”, I’ll gladly pay it, though I suspect that’s the cost of having my admirer to admire me. I promise I’ll keep writing, and I hope to continue to earn your admiration and maybe some day a like from you (I have seen your profile, you have given only one like so far.  That shows how valuable it is to get a like from you). You’ve truly made my day with your message, and I’m honored to have you read my story.
 
Thank you for reminding me why I write and for encouraging me to continue this journey. Your message is an inspiration, and it fills me with the determination to keep growing as a writer. I’ll do my best to live up to your words and continue sharing stories that resonate, just as yours have for me.
 
You have no idea how much it means to me to hear this from you. I am beyond grateful and honored. I promise I will keep writing, keep experimenting, and keep striving to bring something meaningful to the world of storytelling.
 
Thank you, once again, for your generosity, your encouragement, and your priceless feedback. You’ve earned my undying respect as both a writer and as a reader.
 
I realize I’m getting a bit too excited and turning this into a long reply… I won’t be surprised if you send me another invoice just for reading it. ;)
 
With the deepest gratitude and admiration.

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

The Late night call with Neetu, Sirisha was very involving.  Excellent writing Shailu.  You are the best.

Hi Prasanna

Thank you so much for your wonderful compliments. It truly means a lot to me. I’m really glad to hear that the late-night call with Neetu and Sirisha drew you in. 

I genuinely appreciate your continued support and your ratings, thank you very much for that.  Feedback like yours gives me the energy and excitement to keep improving and keep writing with my whole heart.

Thank you again for taking the time to share your thoughts. Your encouragement motivates me more than you know, and I’ll do my best to keep delivering updates that keep you just as involved and entertained.

With warm regards 

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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She pulled back ever so slightly, though it hurt.
She maintained a small, controlled space between them, a clear line that she couldn’t let herself cross, no matter how much her body longed for the closeness.
 
“This is for the best. I need to be strong. For me. For him. For everyone. No matter how much my skin burns for him, no matter how much my heart races…”
 
Priya smiled gently.
“So nice to have a break,” she murmured.
Her voice soft.
Calm.
But beneath it, warmth.
Soft warmth that made Ravi’s chest pull tight.
 
“Yes… a short break is good,” he managed.
But he heard the tremble in his own tone.
 
The vendor returned with the snacks.
 
He handed the popcorn to Priya.
 
She settled it in her lap delicately…
 
This time, even when her shoulder could have brushed his again, she consciously held herself straighter, maintaining a small, careful space, a quiet barrier she hoped he would understand.
 
They placed their drinks in the cup holders, Ravi on the left, Priya on her left, Amit on her other side, forming a neat, quiet arrangement.
Simple.
Ordinary.
Yet it felt like a tiny, enclosed world.
 
Priya adjusted her saree.
Her elbow brushed his.
A tiny movement.
Barely intentional.
But enough to send another flicker through him.
 
But she pulled back instantly this time.
Subtle, controlled, almost defiant, reinforcing the distance she was trying so hard to rebuild.
 
“I can’t… I can’t give in to this. I need to be strong. I don’t want to hurt him... I don’t want to hurt myself. I need to hold back. Just a little more. Just a little longer.”
 
The lights dimmed again.
The theater hushed.
The screen brightened.
The movie resumed.
 
But Ravi barely noticed it.
Not at first.
 
Because all he could feel was—
Her warmth beside him.
Her breath.
Her soft movements.
The slight rustle of fabric.
The tiny tremble in her fingers as she reached for the popcorn.
 
Even in her effort to distance herself, every little movement of hers reached him… whispering things he shouldn’t feel anymore.
 
He pretended to watch the screen.
But it blurred in front of him.
 
All he truly saw
all he truly felt
was her…
Beside him.
Close.
Warm.
Real.
 
Every heartbeat echoing in the darkness.
 
Priya inhaled softly.
Barely.
Almost silent.
But he heard it.
Felt it.
The rhythm of it settling into him again.
 
She held the space…
but the air between them still ached with everything they almost allowed.
 
The world outside their row faded.
The crowd vanished.
 
Only the two of them remained suspended
in quiet breath,
quiet longing,
quiet distance trying to repair itself,
quiet anticipation of a closeness that terrified them both…
and yet neither fully escaped.

-- oOo -- 

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[shailu4ever]

The Movie: Unspoken Tension (Part 9)
 

The movie hummed along, the dim light from the screen flickering across the theater. Ravi’s attention, as always, was mostly on Priya Didi beside him. Every subtle movement she made, the slight sway of her body, the delicate curve of her shoulder against the darkness, seemed amplified in the quiet of the row. He couldn't look away. Every inch of her felt alive. Her presence, a magnet, a pull he couldn’t resist.
 
Her lips, soft and slightly parted as she watched the screen.
The quiet rise and fall of her chest.
Her scent, a whisper of jasmine and sandalwood, still lingering from the interval.
 
A few minutes into the film, Amit’s phone vibrated, breaking the silence. He whispered something apologetically and stood.
“It’s an urgent call from the office. I’ll step outside and be back in a while, it may take a bit longer as they are production issues,” he said, leaving the seat beside Priya empty.
 
The absence of Amit shifted the air between them. The space around Ravi and Priya seemed to condense.
 
More private now.
More intimate.
The theater’s darkness cocooned them.
 
Ravi’s pulse quickened.
His heart thundered in his chest as he gathered his courage.
The moment was too perfect.
The air between them felt thicker, charged.
His hand itched to touch her.
But he couldn’t act too quickly, couldn’t be too obvious.
 
He started slowly, letting his arm rest casually against hers. It wasn’t much, a light, casual press, but the contact sent a spark through him, spreading warmth through his veins. Priya, aware of his closeness, glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Her lips curled upward slightly. A small smile. Subtle. But it spoke volumes. She knew.
 
Her breath stilled, almost imperceptible.
She hadn’t pulled away.
Not yet.
 
Ravi shifted again, his movements slow, deliberate. He could feel the heat of her skin just inches from his. With exquisite slowness, he began to inch his right hand toward her. His fingers brushed against her arm. It was soft, delicate skin. Warm. His fingers moving on her arm feeling the warmth of her body. A jolt ran through him.
 
Her breath caught. 
A sharp inhale. 
He saw her eyes flash to his, a brief moment of hesitation. 

A question. 
Her lips parted, and she whispered his name, 
“Ravi…” Her voice soft.
Almost inaudible beneath the soundtrack of the movie. 
The briefest tension in the air.

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[prasannas2001]

A long, suffocating silence followed. The woman’s eyes were moist, but distant, not quite focused on him. She seemed to be seeing something far away, something he could not. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but no words came.
 
Inside, the voices resumed. Ravi caught fragments now, just enough to stir the unease into something darker:
 
“The accident happened around 8:15 PM…”
“A truck… highway bypass… the driver didn’t even stop.”
“We tried calling their phones all night… nothing… only this morning… the security officer…”
 
Ravi’s stomach turned. His legs felt weak.
 
He forced himself to stay still. His gaze fell to the photo frame lying near the entrance. A recent photograph of Vamsi, Neetu, and Sirisha, laughing on the balcony just a few days ago. The frame had been upright yesterday. Now, it lay fallen, glass edge scbanging the floor.
 
Ravi’s breath caught in his throat. His fingers clenched against the wall, damp with nervous sweat. His mind refused to accept the logic of the moment.
 
Inside, the murmuring continued, and the fragments of words began to take shape, each one striking him like a blow:
 
“All three… died at the scene.”
 

-- oOo --

Ohh No, All three.. Dead?  No, Shailu. I love Sirisha and Neetu. There was some wonderful erotic scenes with those.  I understand this is required for the story.  But I truly love the scenes with those.

I hope this brings Priya Didi back.  You are the boss, you know what is the best for the story.

Keep rocking Shailu...

[shailu4ever]

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But Ravi was persistent.
His hand, though trembling, returned to its place.
His fingers resumed their exploration, slowly, moving over her hand, tracing lines on her arm.
 
He could feel her warmth, the softness of her skin.
He felt it pulling him closer.
His hand moved with purpose, brushing over the soft skin of her hand, a mere whisper of contact, but it was enough.
 
Priya leaned away, her body tense. “Ravi, don’t,” she whispered, a small note of warning in her voice.
 
Her resistance.
But it didn’t last.
Not this time.
 
His fingers brushed against her again, gently, with increasing urgency, tracing circles on her arm.
 
She stiffened.
“Really, Ravi…” Her voice was firmer now.
A command.
Yet, in her words, there was a quiet invitation.
A hesitation that only fueled him further.
 
He paused, his hand stilling. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, the words coming out almost in a plea.
 
“Didi… please… let me.”
His voice was low, soft, and she heard the desire in it.
His fingers traced her fingers and tried to hold her hand in his hand.
 
Her breath quickened.
Her eyes flashing with indecision.
He saw it, the struggle.
She wanted to pull away, but at the same time, her body was betraying her.
“She wanted this too.”
 
She hesitated.
Then, a small, almost imperceptible nod.
Just enough.
 
The lights flickered slightly as the movie continued, but neither of them was focused on the screen anymore. The silence between them was suffocating, thick with unspoken words and yearning.
 
Ravi shifted closer, instinctively reaching for her hand, but Priya pulled back just slightly. Her gaze flickered to the empty aisle where Amit had been sitting only moments ago.
 
“Ravi…” Priya’s voice came out low, almost breathless. She seemed to be trying to steady herself. “What were you doing back then while Amit was here? Do you even realize how risky that is?” Her eyes darted around nervously.
 
“What if Amit sees?” Her words were rushed, urgent.
 
Ravi felt his chest tighten at the mention of Amit. 
He looked around too, as if he could somehow make sure no one had noticed, before meeting her eyes again. 

“I couldn’t help myself, Didi. You were so close. I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about being near you. About how badly I wanted to touch you.” 

His words were quiet but intense, filled with a sincerity that made his heart race even faster.

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[shailu4ever]

Ohh No, All three.. Dead?  No, Shailu. I love Sirisha and Neetu. There was some wonderful erotic scenes with those.  I understand this is required for the story.  But I truly love the scenes with those.

I hope this brings Priya Didi back.  You are the boss, you know what is the best for the story.

Keep rocking Shailu...

Hi Prasanna

Thank you for your compliments. 

Yes, this is required for the story. I need to bring Priya Didi back to Mumbai. I am sure you will love it. 

Thank you once again for all your support and ratings.  They help me to get motivated. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[RCF]

Excellent writings, every subtle feeling and touch explained so well that you can see it before your eyes. The hesitation and desire both fiercely fighting in both their minds yet they couldn't resist. Excited to see how far they go with the tension nerve wrecking right now between them and they are now finally opening to each other.

Would love to see slow seduction at peaks and this seems to be the right situation to begin and take their relationship to a new definition.

~RCF

[shailu4ever]

Excellent writings, every subtle feeling and touch explained so well that you can see it before your eyes. The hesitation and desire both fiercely fighting in both their minds yet they couldn't resist. Excited to see how far they go with the tension nerve wrecking right now between them and they are now finally opening to each other.

Would love to see slow seduction at peaks and this seems to be the right situation to begin and take their relationship to a new definition.

~RCF

Hi RCF

Thank you so much for your thoughtful compliments. It really means a lot that the emotions and tension came through so vividly for you. I’m glad the push and pull between Priya Didi and Ravi felt real and engaging, those moments of hesitation and desire are some of my favorite to explore.


I’m excited to continue developing their connection, and your comment about slow, intentional seduction is spot on. They’re definitely stepping into a new phase, and I’m looking forward to unfolding that shift in a way that feels meaningful and earned.

Thank you again for reading and sharing your thoughts and giving me ratings, it truly motivates me to keep going. 

With gratitude and regards 

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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Priya’s lips parted slightly as if to speak, but she stopped herself, her gaze lowering to her hands in her thigh. “But this is dangerous, Ravi. So much could go wrong…” She whispered, more to herself than to him, her mind working overtime to remind herself of the consequences.
 
Ravi’s breath caught in his throat, but he leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper of desire. “I know… I know it’s wrong, Didi. But it feels impossible to stay away from you, Didi. Every moment next to you, every time I touch you… it drives me crazy.”
 
Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly steadied herself. She straightened in her seat and turned her face toward him. “I feel it too, Ravi. But we can’t just give in to this. What if someone finds out? What if it destroys everything?” Her voice cracked just slightly, betraying the vulnerability she was trying so hard to hide.
 
Ravi swallowed, trying to keep his composure.
“I don’t want to ruin anything either, Priya Didi. I just…”
He hesitated, his hand trembling slightly.
“I just want to be with you. Even if it’s just like this, in the quiet moments.”
 
Priya closed her eyes for a moment,
Feeling the weight of his words.
She wanted to be close to him too.
But something deep inside her held her back.
She could feel the conflict in her chest.
The longing pulling her toward him, while reason pushed her away.
 
“I can’t, Ravi,” she whispered,
Her voice barely audible,
Her body shaking slightly.
“We can’t. Not here. Not like this. We have to be careful.”
Her breath hitched.
She wanted to reach for him, but the fear of crossing the line stopped her.
 
For a moment, they sat in the dark, the only sound the soft hum of the movie and the quiet rhythm of their breath. Priya could feel her heart racing, but she refused to let herself give in.
 
Her gaze softened slightly, though, and she looked at him with a mixture of longing and regret.
She wanted this too.
 
Ravi took a deep breath,
Leaning back in his seat,
Trying to calm the storm inside him.
 
He wanted to say more, to tell her how much he needed her, but he stayed silent. The tension hung between them like a tangible thing, impossible to ignore.
 
The movie continued, but neither of them noticed the plot.
All they could hear was the pounding of their hearts, echoing in the silence.
 
And yet…
Despite the space between them…
Despite the distance they both tried to maintain… 

Neither of them moved away.

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[shailu4ever]

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Ravi’s fingers hovered just above hers again… 

Almost trembling with hesitation.
He could feel the magnetic pull of her presence beside him. 

Slowly, carefully, he let his hand drift lower, barely brushing the back of her fingers.
Her skin was warm, soft, pliant beneath his touch, and even the smallest brush sent a current of heat shooting through him.
 
Priya stiffened for a moment, her chest tightening with a mix of warning and desire. 
“Stop… you can’t… this is too risky…” she thought, but her heartbeat betrayed her.
 
The subtle longing in her fingers, the almost imperceptible tremor, welcomed him instead. She let her hand rest under his, letting him feel her warmth, her pulse, the gentle sway of her fingers.
 
Encouraged, Ravi inched closer, letting his thumb lightly graze the top of her hand. 
The motion was slow, almost torturous in its intimacy, sending a shiver up both their spines.
 
He began to close his fingers around hers, a delicate intertwining, careful not to be abrupt. Every nerve in his body was alive to her reaction.
 
Priya’s breath hitched softly. 
Her eyes, half-lowered, flickered up to meet his. 
There was a silent surrender there, a quiet giving in to the tension she had fought to contain. 
“Ravi…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling slightly as if even speaking was an admission of her desire.
 
She did not pull away.
She let him hold her, letting the closeness ignite the fire she had tried to suppress.
 
“Why am I letting him do this? she thought. I shouldn’t… but it feels too good… I want it… no, I have to stay strong…” Her hand tightened imperceptibly around his, betraying her inner struggle.
 
Feeling her compliance, Ravi’s courage surged. 

His fingers tightened around hers just a fraction, exploring the delicate length of her hand, savoring the softness and warmth he could not stop thinking about. 

He could feel her pulse under his thumb, the tiny shiver she tried to mask, and it spurred him to lean in just slightly closer, careful not to overstep, yet yearning to feel more.

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[shailu4ever]

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Priya’s body reacted in subtle, uncontrollable ways. Her shoulder brushed lightly against his arm, a movement so gentle yet so deliberate that it sent a jolt through him. 

The closeness, the soft heat of her skin, the faint scent of jasmine drifting from her hair, it was intoxicating, impossible to resist.
 
“Ravi… please… stop,” she whispered
Her voice trembling, barely audible over the movie.
Her words were urgent, but there was a note of pleading,
Almost begging him…
Yet her body leaned slightly toward him, betraying the lie.
 
“Please, Didi… just a little,” he murmured back.
His lips near her ear,
His fingers still tracing the curve of her hand with exquisite slowness.
“I’ll be careful… I just… want this moment with you.”
 
Her breath hitched. “I shouldn’t… I can’t… Yet she thought, but I want him… I can’t stop this…”  Her fingers curled just slightly around his.
 
“Ravi… really… we can’t…” she whispered again, but it was half-hearted, betraying her growing surrender.
 
Encouraged by her subtle compliance, Ravi let his hand gently hold hers fully now, intertwining their fingers delicately.
 
Every touch, every slight pressure of his thumb over hers, sent sparks up their arms. He could feel the pulse of her blood, the faint warmth of her skin, and it ignited a fire he could no longer resist.
 
Priya inhaled sharply, a soft shiver running down her spine. “He’s… he’s so close… I can feel everything…” she thought, conflicted. She wanted to pull back, to reclaim control, but every nerve in her body seemed to lean toward him, craving the closeness she was trying so hard to deny.
 
“Didi… please…” Ravi whispered again, almost a plea, letting his fingers explore the gentle swell of her palm. 

The intimacy of the touch, the closeness, the shared heat between them, it was exquisite, slow, sensuous, and utterly consuming.
 
Priya closed her eyes for a moment, surrendering slightly to the sensation. “Just… a little… it’s okay… I’ll just let him…” she thought, her body betraying her mind. Her fingers squeezed his lightly, an unspoken yes that made Ravi’s heart thunder.
 
The slow, teasing intimacy of holding her hand, feeling her respond without breaking the distance, was a fire they both could not contain. He leaned a little closer, careful, savoring the gentle warmth, the shared tension, the quiet eroticism of their forbidden closeness.
 

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[LovePookie]

wow excellent

[shailu4ever]

wow excellent

Hi LovePookie

Thank you for your compliments.  

I’m really glad you enjoyed it,your encouragement means a lot to me.

I really appreciate your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[desihunter]

Your writing skills is excellent

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi’s fingers lingered on her hand, his touch delicate, but persistent. 

He could feel the warmth of her skin against his, the faint trembling in her fingers. For a moment, time seemed to slow as they both stayed in this shared space, just their hands, their breaths, a palpable connection between them. 

The slow pulse of desire thrummed through his veins, urging him forward, daring him to take another step.
 
Priya’s heart raced, her mind torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to stay. "He’s holding my hand… so gently…" 

She felt the pressure of his fingers, the way he traced the lines of her palm, as if committing every detail of her to memory. "Why does it feel so hard to pull back?"
 
Ravi’s hand, so warm, so sure, slowly shifted. His fingers, still intertwined with hers, began to move ever so gently.
 
He guided her hand lower, letting it slip onto his thigh. The slow, deliberate movement sent a ripple of heat through both of them.
 
"Just this…" Ravi whispered again, his voice a low, velvety murmur. His hand, still trembling slightly, moved slowly, gently resting on top of hers, the weight of his palm against her skin sending a shock of electricity up her spine.
 
For a brief moment, Priya froze, her breath caught in her throat. Her body seemed to lock in place, unsure of what to do. She felt the heat of his body beneath her hand, the undeniable presence of him so close, and it made her heart race.
 
“What is he doing?” Priya thought, her breath coming in shallow gasps. 

The way he was guiding her hand, the tenderness mixed with the subtle demand... It was so intimate, so quiet, but it spoke louder than anything she could say.
 
Her hand rested on his thigh now, the heat of his body seeping through the fabric of his clothes, pressing against her palm.
 
The moment felt so intense, so charged, it was as if the air itself had thickened around them. Every inch of her hand against his thigh felt electric. 

His body was warm, firm beneath her touch, and she could feel his muscles shifting as he moved slightly.
 
The very sensation of her hand resting there on his thigh, so close to his manhood, sent a tremor through her, an overwhelming feeling of closeness, of being right on the edge.

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[shailu4ever]

Your writing skills is excellent

Hi Desihunter

Thank you so much. I really appreciate your kind words. It means a lot to hear that my writing resonates, and your encouragement motivates me to keep improving and creating more stories.

With warm regards

-- Shailu