Adultery Priya Didi

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Ravi didn’t mean to stare.


But his eyes returned, again and again, to the delicate curve of her belly.

That small, bare space between the pleats of her saree and the edge of her blouse held him like a spell.

Her waist was impossibly slim,

Tapering in with a gentle grace that artists spend decades learning to sketch.

And right at the center, nestled in flawless, porcelain skin, was her navel.

Not deep. Not shallow.

Just there, quietly defiant, soft, and exquisite.

A tiny, perfect depression that moved ever so slightly with her breath.

Like the punctuation mark at the end of a forgotten poem.

As if nature had paused mid, creation just to admire its own handiwork.

The saree’s dbang curved gently below it,

Drawing the gaze in slow, hypnotic circles, like waves around a still lake.

“If beauty had a center,” Ravi thought,

“this would be it. A dot of innocence. A wound of elegance.”

He didn’t even realize he had stopped drinking water.

Did she know?

Was she aware how her blouse sat just a touch higher,

Letting the light kiss the skin beneath it.



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