Adultery Priya Didi

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The elevator pinged open.


Amit stepped in first

Adjusting his sleeve in the mirror that lined the back wall.

Priya entered next, her saree trailing behind her like the afterglow of a flame.

Ravi followed, his eyes involuntarily drawn to the sway of her form

The hypnotic rhythm of each step she took.

The cabin was small.

No words for that kind of closeness.

Amit stood to one side of the door, leaving the center space to Priya.

And Ravi… had no choice but to stand behind her.

That narrow little rectangle of steel suddenly held too much.

The saree’s fabric barely touched him.

Yet every movement she made, every shift of weight,

Every faint sway, sent a storm through his spine.

Her back was inches away.

Her hair still carried the faintest trace of jasmine and sandalwood oil.

But underneath that, her perfume.

Soft, expensive, and disarmingly intimate.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t floral. It was... subtle and addictive.

The kind that didn’t announce itself but whispered, closer.

He could see the shimmer of the blouse from this close, a gentle sheen under the elevator’s dim light.

The blouse hugged her so perfectly that it revealed the quiet pride of a woman who knew she looked exquisite,

Without ever showing it off.



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