Adultery The Untold Story of Abhiram's Erotic Journey - Part 1

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The Unspoken Glow

It was the first time he had touched a woman like this.

Not accidentally.

Not in passing.

But deliberately.

And the emotion that ran through him wasn’t just arousal — it was reverence.

Awe. She felt real, but unreal. A warmth he had only dreamed of.


“Madhavi,” he said again, as if it was the only word he trusted.

She touched his wrist lightly, her fingers cool and trembling.


Her eyes met his again.


“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, but she didn’t step back.

“Then tell me to leave,” —   he said gently.

She didn’t. Instead, she tilted her face up — just slightly.

The thumb of his hand cupped her cheek, moved slowly closer to her lips.

Something inside him buckled.

Her skin was soft as butter, warm from her bath, the faintest scent of jasmine in her hair.

His thumb continue and traced along her cheekbone, trailing light.

Her eyes fluttered, and her lips parted — just enough for his heart to lurch.


“Is this okay?”  . . .   he didn’t ask,  . . .   she could read it from his eyes


She didn’t answer with words.


But 

Her lips parted.

Her eyes softened.

And her fingers tightened on his waist.