Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

How the thin gold chain at her waist sometimes dipped,




Outlining her belly like a painter’s final stroke.

And if she did know, why hadn’t she moved to adjust it?

Priya turned, ever so slightly.

The movement made the pleats flutter against her stomach.

The navel shifted, a slow dance beneath silk and breath.

And Ravi, struck dumb, felt something cave inside him.

Not lust. Not longing.

Something quieter.

Worship.

Priya knew.

She felt it, not just the gaze, but the weight of it.

Ravi’s eyes weren’t like most men’s.

They didn’t leer.

They lingered, like someone afraid that if he blinked, the dream would end.

And somehow, that mattered.

She didn't move to cover herself.

Didn’t shift the pallu to veil the view.

In fact, she stood still for a moment longer than necessary.

Letting the silence stretch. Letting the air settle around her like a slow-burning secret.


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