Adultery Priya Didi

[prasannas2001]

Tuesday Morning – The Knock on the Door
 
There they were, Amit and Priya, standing outside, luggage beside them, both looking tired but alive, their faces still carrying the faint trace of travel fatigue.
 
There was a strange comfort in their presence, a return to normalcy that Ravi wasn’t sure he could handle yet.

Very nice to see Priya Didi back in Mumbai. 

I hope the story takes a turn.

[shailu4ever]

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Priya had never been touched this way, never allowed anyone to feel her in this way, and yet, she felt no fear, only an overwhelming need for more.
 
Her voice trembled as she answered, almost too softly to hear. “Mmm…” her approval was barely more than a moan, but that was enough. Enough to send a jolt of desire through Ravi, and he couldn’t wait any longer. The slight permission was all he needed.
 
Slowly, carefully, Ravi's fingertips grazed the delicate skin around her belly button. He moved with exquisite slowness, feeling the soft, smooth surface of her skin as he traced the curve of her navel with the lightest of touches. His fingers moved in a gentle circle, feeling the subtle indentation of her belly button under his touch, his heart pounding as the heat between them grew.
 
The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He could feel the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers, the slight tremor that ran through her body as he explored this intimate area. His fingers circled her belly button, moving just lightly at first, almost teasing, feeling the soft dip and the delicate skin around it. He could sense the subtle shifts in her breathing, the way her body was responding to his touch, and it made him feel as if he were discovering something sacred, something only meant for him.
 
“She’s letting me… touch her like this… her belly button…” Ravi thought, the thrill of the moment nearly driving him to madness.
 
Her skin was so soft, so delicate beneath his touch, and he couldn’t help but savor every inch of her. He slowly applied the lightest pressure, pressing just gently against the center of her belly button, feeling the way her body reacted to him.
 
Priya's breath hitched as his fingers played around her belly button. “It feels like he’s touching something so deep inside me…” she thought, her body trembling beneath his hand. Every time his fingers brushed against her navel, a wave of heat washed over her, spreading from the center of her body outward. “Why does this feel so good? Why can’t I stop wanting him to touch me more?”
 
She could feel the subtle pressure of his touch, the way he was slowly exploring her, savoring each moment. The lightest pressure against her belly button made her body shiver with pleasure, as though each touch sent a pulse straight to her core. 

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[shailu4ever]

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Priya’s body was betraying her mind, responding to his touch, to the gentle teasing of his fingers against her navel, and she didn’t want him to stop.
 
“He’s so gentle… so careful… but I need him to keep going…” Priya thought, her hand now resting on his, urging him ever so slightly to press deeper, to move further. The sensation of his fingers on her belly button felt like fire, but it was a fire she couldn’t escape. She wanted to burn, wanted him to feel all of her, to trace every inch of her skin with the same slow, tender touch.
 
Ravi, feeling her subtle encouragement, moved his fingers just a little deeper, the slightest pressure against her belly button, as if tracing its very center.
 
The feel of her skin under his fingers, the warmth that radiated from her body, made him lose himself in the moment.
 
His hand never stopped its careful, slow exploration. He was savoring the way her body responded to him, the way she shivered and breathed in the smallest of gasps as he touched her.
 
“This is real… this is really happening…” Ravi thought, his heart pounding faster with every second that passed. He didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to pull away. The need to touch her, to explore every inch of her skin, was overwhelming.
 
Her belly button, soft and warm under his fingers, felt like the final frontier, the last piece of her he hadn’t touched yet.
 
Ravi’s fingers danced slowly around her navel, feeling the perfect curve and soft hollow, the delicate contours of the most beautiful belly button he had ever seen. It was small, soft, and exquisitely sensitive, the gentle dip and smooth edges inviting his touch.
 
Every tiny motion of his fingertips sent waves of heat through her body, a combination of ticklish delight and deep arousal.
 
Priya’s breath hitched again, her body arching slightly toward him, seeking more of the tender exploration while keeping her hand pressed against his.
 
"It’s so delicate… so soft… and he’s touching it… oh, it feels incredible…" Each slow circle of his fingers around her navel made her heart flutter, a delicious mix of shyness and want that she could not resist.
 
Ravi’s palm rested lightly against her belly, his fingers tracing the hollow, pressing just enough to feel her warmth, pinching the tender edges lightly as if to memorize every sensation. 

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[shailu4ever]

Wow Shailu, what a writting power. The above line shows the depth of his feelings. 

You are the master of emotions.

I am so proud of you.

Keep doing the best work as always do.

Hi Prasanna

Thank you so much for your beautiful words… truly.

 
Every time you give me feedback, it feels like you’re giving my writing a little more strength, a little more life. You notice emotions in a way that even I don’t realize while writing, and that means more to me than you know.
 
I’m honestly very touched that you feel my words carry depth.
I don’t see myself as anything special, I just try to express what is already inside my heart.
But the way you read my lines… the way you find feeling, sincerity, and meaning in them… that is what makes me want to write better.
 
Your encouragement has become like a quiet support behind every sentence I create.
You always take the time to read, to understand, to respond with so much warmth.
It’s rare to find someone who genuinely values your expression, and I truly appreciate you for that.
 
Thank you for being so kind, for appreciating my work with such generosity, and for giving me confidence without even realizing it.
You make me feel proud of what I write, and that is a gift.
 
I’ll keep writing, and I’ll keep improving…
and I hope my words continue to reach you the way they always have.
 
Your support genuinely means the world to me.
 
With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

soo tempting

Hi LovePookie


Thank you so much for your kind compliments.

Your support during this phase has been truly invaluable.

You've been a constant source of motivation, and it's because of your encouragement that I feel inspired to keep posting regular updates.

I sincerely appreciate your continued support, it means a lot to me.

Warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Very nice to see Priya Didi back in Mumbai. 

I hope the story takes a turn.

Hi Prasanna

Thank you so much for your feedback. 


I’m glad to hear that you’re excited to see Priya Didi back in Mumbai. I promise there are some interesting twists ahead. Your enthusiasm means a lot and keeps me motivated to take the story in unexpected directions.

Stay tuned, and I hope you’ll enjoy what’s coming next!

Thank you very much for your continued support 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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“Didi… I need to…” His words were pleading, soft, yet full of desire, and she squeezed his hand slightly, giving him permission without words.
 
Her body responded instantly, hips tilting ever so slightly toward his touch, her belly shivering beneath his hand.
 
"I can’t believe how soft it is… how… beautiful it feels… and he’s… he’s playing with it…" Her mind swirled with heat, but the security of holding his hand kept her grounded, letting her enjoy every teasing stroke and gentle press.
 
Ravi’s fingers continued their slow, intimate exploration, each motion drawing soft sighs from her, the ticklish yet tender navel a perfect conduit of trust and desire.
 
"She’s letting me… and she’s holding me… she’s giving me everything without words… this is perfect…" Every press, pinch, and circle was measured, sensual, and reverent, the connection between them deepening with every heartbeat.
 
Priya’s hand never left his, anchoring him as he continued his delicate play, and every shiver, gasp, and tiny laugh from her only encouraged him.
 
"It’s mine… he’s mine… and yet he’s making me feel so exposed… so alive… I never knew it could feel like this."
 
The ticklish, sensitive navel beneath his fingers was now a place of exquisite intimacy, each stroke a silent confession of desire and trust.
 
Ravi’s hand lingered on her belly, the warmth of her skin seeping through the soft fabric, every gentle movement of his fingers sending shivers through her body.
 
The delicate curves of her abdomen, the soft hollow above her navel, were mesmerizing, each subtle shift of her muscles beneath his touch awakening a hunger he had never felt before.
 
Priya’s hand remained firmly on his, guiding him, holding him close even as her body responded instinctively to his touch. "He’s touching me… every inch… but I’m holding him… it’s mine… it’s safe…" Her breath quickened, a warm heat pooling low in her belly, and every deliberate caress of his fingers made her hips shift toward him, subtly, almost without thinking.
 
Slowly, Ravi’s hand traveled lower, sliding just beneath the curve of her lower abdomen, the fabric of her saree softly rustling as he explored.
 
His fingers hovered, tracing gentle, reverent circles, feeling the soft, yielding skin beneath. The warmth and subtle tremor of her body under his touch stole his breath, making him pause to drink in every sensation.

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[shailu4ever]

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Priya bit her lip, a soft gasp escaping her lips as the ticklish, tender touch brushed along the lower curve of her belly. "It feels… so delicate… so intimate… I can’t believe he’s here… touching me… like this…"
 
She tightened her hold on his hand, a silent message of permission and trust, yet also a reminder of control, a tether that let her savor every feather-light press of his fingers.
 
Her body responded without hesitation, hips tilting just enough to invite the warmth of his hand lower, and a soft shiver ran from her stomach down her spine.
 
Ravi’s fingers traced the gentle slope of her lower abdomen, lingering over the softest, most sensitive areas, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin, the tiny, subtle shifts of her body as she welcomed his touch.
 
Each motion was measured, slow, reverent, the ticklish softness beneath his palm making him whisper her name softly, his voice thick with longing.
 
Priya’s breath hitched again, her mind spinning with desire. "He’s so careful… so tender… but it tickles… it’s driving me crazy… I can’t stop… I want more…"
 
She moved slightly closer, letting him explore the lower curve of her abdomen, every gentle press and circle sending waves of warmth through her, and she never released her hold on his hand, feeling the connection deepen with every heartbeat.
 
Ravi’s fingers brushed softly along the gentle dip of her lower abdomen, it was responding to every feather-light stroke, a combination of ticklish delight and deep arousal. He could feel her pulse, her warmth, the subtle rhythm of her breath, and it ignited a hunger that made him linger, memorizing every curve, every reaction, every shiver.
 
Priya closed her eyes, letting herself melt into the touch, her hand firm on his, her body offering itself to the exploration. "It’s mine… but he’s discovering it… every inch… every curve… it’s so intimate… so alive… I never want this to stop…"
 
Ravi’s hand continued its slow journey, pressing lightly, tracing gentle circles, moving from the soft hollow of her upper belly down to the lower abdomen, feeling the smoothness, the warmth, the tender softness beneath his fingers.
 
Every motion was careful yet deliberate, teasing and exploring, the ticklish, sensitive skin making her breath catch, her hips tilt, her pulse race.
 

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[shailu4ever]

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 “She’s letting me… every inch… and she’s holding me… guiding me… it’s perfect…” His mind raced with desire, but every motion was tempered with reverence, every touch a conversation of intimacy and trust.
 
The moment stretched, the air between them thick with unspoken words, yet louder than any sound in the theater. Priya’s breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling in sync with the quickening beat of her heart.
 
Ravi could feel her body growing softer beneath his touch, each delicate shift in her posture encouraging him, coaxing him further into the deepening abyss of desire. Her lips were so close now, so tantalizingly close, that Ravi could almost taste the warmth of her breath.
 
He shifted just a fraction, his face tilting toward hers, and for the first time, their eyes locked, full of uncertainty, full of longing, and full of something else… something far more dangerous. In the dim light of the theater, the flickering screen behind them casting shadows on their faces, Ravi’s gaze dropped to her lips.
 
He could feel the pulse of her desire, faint but undeniable, in the way she tilted her head, in the way her breath seemed to catch in her throat. And just for a moment, everything fell into place.
 
Without thinking, Ravi leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative, fleeting kiss. It wasn’t the hesitant brush of before, it was real, deliberate, and it was something neither of them could pull back from. His lips met hers with a quiet urgency, as though he was afraid that if he didn’t kiss her now, the moment would slip away, unfulfilled.
 
Priya’s body tensed for just a fraction of a second, and Ravi wondered if she would pull away again, but then… she softened. She leaned into him, her lips parting slightly, giving him the silent permission he had been waiting for.
 
The kiss deepened, slow and tender, their mouths moving against each other with an almost unbearable slowness. It was a kiss full of yearning, full of all the things they had been denying for so long. Ravi’s hand, still resting on her waist, moved instinctively, tracing the curve of her back as he pulled her closer, feeling the heat of her body pressing against his.
 
Priya’s fingers curled around the armrest, the only thing keeping her from falling fully into him. 

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[shailu4ever]

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 “She’s letting me… every inch… and she’s holding me… guiding me… it’s perfect…” His mind raced with desire, but every motion was tempered with reverence, every touch a conversation of intimacy and trust.
 
The moment stretched, the air between them thick with unspoken words, yet louder than any sound in the theater. Priya’s breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling in sync with the quickening beat of her heart.
 
Ravi could feel her body growing softer beneath his touch, each delicate shift in her posture encouraging him, coaxing him further into the deepening abyss of desire. Her lips were so close now, so tantalizingly close, that Ravi could almost taste the warmth of her breath.
 
He shifted just a fraction, his face tilting toward hers, and for the first time, their eyes locked, full of uncertainty, full of longing, and full of something else… something far more dangerous. In the dim light of the theater, the flickering screen behind them casting shadows on their faces, Ravi’s gaze dropped to her lips.
 
He could feel the pulse of her desire, faint but undeniable, in the way she tilted her head, in the way her breath seemed to catch in her throat. And just for a moment, everything fell into place.
 
Without thinking, Ravi leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative, fleeting kiss. It wasn’t the hesitant brush of before, it was real, deliberate, and it was something neither of them could pull back from. His lips met hers with a quiet urgency, as though he was afraid that if he didn’t kiss her now, the moment would slip away, unfulfilled.
 
Priya’s body tensed for just a fraction of a second, and Ravi wondered if she would pull away again, but then… she softened. She leaned into him, her lips parting slightly, giving him the silent permission he had been waiting for.
 
The kiss deepened, slow and tender, their mouths moving against each other with an almost unbearable slowness. It was a kiss full of yearning, full of all the things they had been denying for so long. Ravi’s hand, still resting on her waist, moved instinctively, tracing the curve of her back as he pulled her closer, feeling the heat of her body pressing against his.
 
Priya’s fingers curled around the armrest, the only thing keeping her from falling fully into him

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[aaran88]

He stepped back

Looking at the wall.

She did too.

But they both knew it wasn’t the wall they were focused on.

Wow, very smooth move, very sensuous.

[shailu4ever]

Wow, very smooth move, very sensuous.

Hi Aaran

Thank you very much for your compliments. 

Your feedback is really helpful for me to continue writing. 

I also have seen you are giving me ratings. That's very nice of you. 

I really appreciate your continued support and ratings. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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Priya was trembling, he could feel it, trembling with the weight of the moment, with the taste of him on her lips, with the overwhelming desire that surged between them.
 
Ravi’s heart was pounding in his chest, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. This wasn’t the tentative, hesitant kiss from before, it was something deeper, something they had both wanted but were too afraid to acknowledge. Priya’s lips responded in kind, soft but insistent, her tongue just barely flicking against his. The sensation of her lips, so sweet, so alive, sent a shiver racing down his spine.
 
Her hands, which had been gripping the armrest, moved slowly, trembling as they rested on his shoulders, pulling him closer still.
 
Their kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, as the world outside faded completely. There were no rules anymore, no boundaries. There was just the feeling of her body pressed against his, the taste of her mouth, the way her skin seemed to burn wherever his hand touched. The only sound in the theater was their breathing, fast and shallow, as they explored each other, tentatively, then with more certainty, as if their lips were a language they both knew without words.
 
The kiss shifted again, becoming more urgent, more demanding, as Ravi’s lips moved against hers with an intensity he hadn't expected, but that he couldn’t stop. The world outside had disappeared completely. It was just the two of them, locked together in the dark theater, sharing breaths, touches, and the heady, intoxicating heat of this moment they had both been holding back.
 
Ravi’s hand, still on her waist, slid up slightly, his fingers tracing the curve of her ribs as he pulled her closer, feeling the softness of her body against him. His other hand moved to her cheek, gently cradling her face as if she was something precious, something he could hardly believe was in his arms.
 
Priya’s lips parted against his, her breath coming quicker now, as if her body was surrendering to him completely. Without thinking, Ravi’s tongue darted out, lightly brushing against the edge of her lips. She responded instantly, her own tongue meeting his in a soft, tentative exploration. It was a delicate, almost experimental moment, as if they were both testing the waters, unsure of how far they should go, but unable to stop themselves.

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[LovePookie]

wow what a kiss should not stop

[shailu4ever]

wow what a kiss should not stop

Hi LovePookie

Thank you very much for the compliments. 

Yes, this will continue. They take this into next level. 


Really appreciate your continued support. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[tting4tting4]

Shailu...
There are simply no words to fully capture how much I appreciate your incredible talent and writing style. You are a breath of fresh air in the world of erotic storytelling, and your work has breathed new life into these forums. If there were an equivalent of an Oscar for erotic literature, you would undoubtedly be sweeping every category... Best New Writer, Best Story, Best Direction... you name it, you'd have it all.

While there are many talented and well known writers here, the level of respect and admiration they have for you is undeniable, and I wholeheartedly agree with them. I think what sets you apart is not only your skill, but the unique flair you bring to every scene and interaction. When I first started reading the latest storyline between Priya and Ravi, I’ll admit I was a bit apprehensive. The idea of them having a scene with Priya’s husband in the room felt like it could be a stretch. But you, as the brilliant writer that you are, managed to pull it off with such finesse that it not only felt natural but incredibly sensual. That’s a rare skill... taking something potentially uncomfortable and turning it into something beautiful and arousing.

Your ability to weave together the smallest details... the play of light and shadow, the rich colors, the subtle emotional nuances, the heat in every touch is absolutely unparalleled. Every word you choose, every sentence you craft, immerses me as a reader in a world of vivid sensations. It’s not just eroticism, it’s art!!

As a reader and a fan, I find myself eagerly awaiting each new update, checking in multiple times a day, hoping that the next chapter of this wonderful journey is ready to devour. Your stories captivate, excite, and leave us hungry for more. Thank you, truly, for sharing your remarkable talent with us. Your daily updates are the highlight of my day, and I can’t wait to see where you take us next in this incredible narrative.

[RCF]

Agreed, Shailu here is definitely a unique writer in this forum who thrive on minute details that no one can explain with such finesse. She can explain emotions, situations and surrounding with such details that you can be in the room and watch it live. We are used to stories where lead role is introduced in page 1 and by page 3 we can already see her sleep with half of men from the story so this take on storytelling is definitely refreshing and new to this forum. Only suggestion I want give is to work on the story and plot around the intimate descriptions so the overall plot is very impactful.

~RCF

[shailu4ever]

Shailu...
There are simply no words to fully capture how much I appreciate your incredible talent and writing style. You are a breath of fresh air in the world of erotic storytelling, and your work has breathed new life into these forums. If there were an equivalent of an Oscar for erotic literature, you would undoubtedly be sweeping every category... Best New Writer, Best Story, Best Direction... you name it, you'd have it all.

While there are many talented and well known writers here, the level of respect and admiration they have for you is undeniable, and I wholeheartedly agree with them. I think what sets you apart is not only your skill, but the unique flair you bring to every scene and interaction. When I first started reading the latest storyline between Priya and Ravi, I’ll admit I was a bit apprehensive. The idea of them having a scene with Priya’s husband in the room felt like it could be a stretch. But you, as the brilliant writer that you are, managed to pull it off with such finesse that it not only felt natural but incredibly sensual. That’s a rare skill... taking something potentially uncomfortable and turning it into something beautiful and arousing.

Your ability to weave together the smallest details... the play of light and shadow, the rich colors, the subtle emotional nuances, the heat in every touch is absolutely unparalleled. Every word you choose, every sentence you craft, immerses me as a reader in a world of vivid sensations. It’s not just eroticism, it’s art!!

As a reader and a fan, I find myself eagerly awaiting each new update, checking in multiple times a day, hoping that the next chapter of this wonderful journey is ready to devour. Your stories captivate, excite, and leave us hungry for more. Thank you, truly, for sharing your remarkable talent with us. Your daily updates are the highlight of my day, and I can’t wait to see where you take us next in this incredible narrative.

Hi tting4tting4

Wow… I honestly had to read your message twice, and even then I felt like I needed a moment to sit with it. Your words are not the kind of praise a writer receives every day, and certainly not the kind I ever expected to receive. To say I’m humbled would be an understatement, your message left me smiling, stunned, and genuinely touched.
 
First of all, thank you, truly. When someone takes the time not just to read a story, but to express their thoughts with such depth, warmth, and generosity, it means more than I can explain. Compliments can be casual, but yours felt intentional and heartfelt, and I appreciate that beyond words.
 
You calling me a “breath of fresh air,” and comparing my work to sweeping an Oscar-equivalent for erotic literature, made me laugh, blush, and grin all at once. I don’t know if I deserve such high praise, but the joy those words brought me is very real. What touched me even more was the sincerity behind your message, every line felt genuine.
 
Hearing that even seasoned writers here respect the stories I create means a great deal to me. This platform is full of talented, imaginative people, and to know that my work stands out to you in some way is incredibly motivating. I’ve never seen myself as anything extraordinary, I simply write what the characters whisper to me, try to understand their emotions, and let the scenes unfold on their own.
 
Your comments about Priya and Ravi’s latest scene, especially with Amit present, reached directly into my writer’s heart. You’re absolutely right, it was a risk. Even when I first visualized it, a part of me wondered if it would feel unnatural or if it might disturb the emotional balance between the characters. I worried whether it would be too uncomfortable, or whether the intimacy and sensuality would break under the weight of the situation.
 
But for me, erotic writing is not just about the physical; it’s about psychology, tension, the unspoken desires, and the emotional electricity that lives between characters.
So reading that you felt the scene was natural, sensual, and artful despite the risk, that means everything to me. You understood exactly what I tried to do.
 
And this is exactly where your feedback connects to something important I want to share.
Originally, I actually considered writing a movie scene where Priya and Ravi sit together watching a film. But I immediately ran into a dilemma:
I couldn’t logically or morally take just Priya and Ravi to the movies, because Amit is there, and doing that would make Priya’s character seem careless or disrespectful to her marriage. I never want to degrade Priya’s value, because she is our central character, and protecting her dignity is essential to the emotional foundation of the story.
 
So I thought of taking all three of them to the movie, but as you mentioned, that creates an entirely new challenge:
How do the chemistry, tension, and unspoken desire between Priya and Ravi survive in that environment?
How do I avoid awkwardness or forcing interactions?
After thinking about it for a long time, truly, for days, I eventually arrived at the scene you read.
It was the result of careful balancing, many ideas, and the desire to maintain Priya’s emotional integrity while still nurturing the slow-burning electricity between her and Ravi.
Your message reassures me that the thought and effort behind this decision were worth it.
 
And when you said, “It’s not just eroticism, it’s art,”
I felt that line in my chest. Erotic writing is often dismissed as shallow, shocking, or indulgent, but your recognition of the emotional and artistic craft behind it felt like the highest compliment I’ve ever received.
 
Your description of checking for updates multiple times a day made me smile widely.
 
But please allow me to turn that gratitude back toward you.
Thank you for reading so passionately, for feeling so deeply, for expressing your heart with such sincerity, and for encouraging me in a way that few people ever have. Your message wasn’t just praise, it was a source of inspiration.
 
I promise I’ll continue giving my best to the upcoming chapters. The path ahead for Priya and Ravi is filled with intensity, vulnerability, longing, emotional storms, and moments that will hopefully touch you just as deeply as the previous ones.
And now, with your words echoing in my mind, I feel more energized than ever to continue their journey.
 
Thank you again, truly, deeply, wholeheartedly.
Your message is something I will remember every time I sit down to write.
 
With appreciation, creativity, and the warmth your words have given me

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Agreed, Shailu here is definitely a unique writer in this forum who thrive on minute details that no one can explain with such finesse. She can explain emotions, situations and surrounding with such details that you can be in the room and watch it live. We are used to stories where lead role is introduced in page 1 and by page 3 we can already see her sleep with half of men from the story so this take on storytelling is definitely refreshing and new to this forum. Only suggestion I want give is to work on the story and plot around the intimate descriptions so the overall plot is very impactful.

~RCF

Hi RCF

Thank you so much for such an insightful and encouraging message. I really appreciate the time you’ve taken to not only read the story but to offer such thoughtful feedback. The compliments you’ve given about the level of detail in my writing, being able to “explain emotions, situations, and surroundings” in such a way that the reader feels like they’re in the room, mean more than I can express.
 
When I write, I always aim to create an immersive experience. To me, it’s never just about what the characters do, but about how they feel, see, hear, and experience the world around them. I try to make the scenes vibrant, and I’m thrilled to know that it’s coming through in a way that allows you to experience it as though you were right there with them. To know that you felt that is incredibly rewarding.
 
I completely understand what you mean about the quick-paced nature of many stories, where the character is introduced and then quickly becomes entangled with every male lead in the plot. While that kind of writing definitely has its appeal for many people, I’ve always wanted to take a different approach. For me, the journey is just as important, if not more so, than the destination. I’m glad that this slower, more emotionally-charged approach is resonating with you, and I hope it continues to bring a fresh dynamic to the stories in this forum.
 
Your suggestion to work on the plot and story around the intimate scenes is something I take to heart. It’s true that intimacy and passion are vital aspects of the story, I’ll make sure to keep focusing on those areas, ensuring that every intimate moment feels earned and justified by the narrative.
 
I also want to take a moment to thank you sincerely for the consistent ratings you’ve been giving after each update. Your ratings mean more to me than you might realize. Not only do they serve as a kind of affirmation that the work is connecting with you, but they also inspire me to keep pushing myself as a writer. Every time I see your thoughtful feedback and ratings, it motivates me to keep improving and elevating the storytelling. Knowing that my work is resonating with you, that you are actively engaged in the story, gives me a deep sense of purpose. So, thank you once again for that, as it truly helps drive me forward.
 
Once again, thank you for your kind words, and for the thoughtful suggestion. It’s readers like you who motivate me to keep improving and striving for more. I can’t wait to continue the journey with Priya, Ravi, and Amit, and I hope the next chapters will further reflect this balance of plot and passion you’ve recommended.
 
Looking forward to hearing more of your thoughts,
 
With appreciation, creativity, and the warmth your words have given me,

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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The sensation of her tongue meeting his was electric, sparking a fire deep within him. Her taste was sweet, intoxicating, like something he could never get enough of. Slowly, he deepened the kiss, his tongue moving with more confidence, slipping into her mouth, tracing the soft contours of her lips, coaxing hers to meet his. There was a dance between them now, slow at first, hesitant, as their tongues explored each other in gentle, teasing movements.
 
Ravi felt Priya’s breath hitch against his mouth, and her hands, which had been resting on his shoulders, now slid up to thread through his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. Her response spurred him further, his tongue growing bolder, tangling with hers, exploring the sweet, warm depth of her mouth. Each stroke, each flick, felt like a discovery, a deepening of something that neither of them had ever allowed themselves to experience before.
 
Priya’s body softened against him, her back arching ever so slightly as she leaned into him, giving herself up to the kiss. Her lips were warm, soft, and pliant, and Ravi couldn’t get enough of them. She tasted like jasmine and something sweeter, a blend of everything he had imagined her to be. His hand, still at her waist, began to slide lower, brushing the soft curve of her hip before slipping under the edge of her saree again. The touch sent a shiver through her, and she gasped softly into his mouth, the sound reverberating between them, making Ravi’s pulse quicken even more.
 
Their kiss deepened, the urgency rising as their tongues began to move more freely, with the confidence of two people who no longer cared about anything but the now. Priya’s body trembled slightly against his, her lips parting even further, her tongue meeting his with an abandon that took Ravi’s breath away. The taste of her, the feel of her, so soft, so warm, sent a thrill rushing through him, and he pulled her closer still, his hand sliding across her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath his fingers.
 
The kiss grew more frantic now, as their bodies pressed against each other, the subtle friction of their movements sending waves of heat through them both. Ravi couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything other than the feel of Priya’s mouth on his, the pressure of her body against him, the intoxicating sweetness of her kiss. 

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