Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

And beneath the dbang of the pallu


The dignity of her heavenly breasts softly covered

Her waist curved in before rising into the flare of her hips

The saree hugging every turn like a loyal second skin.

He wasn’t breathing.

And then the elevator jolted.

Just a small mechanical bounce as it passed the third floor.

But the cabin shifted, and for a fraction of a second, Priya leaned back, not much, just enough.

Her shoulder brushed against his chest.

His hand twitched.

He caught his breath and looked at the mirror.

Amit was checking his hair.

Priya adjusted her pallu like nothing had happened.

But Ravi… felt everything.

It was just a brush of cloth.

Just a shared breath.

Just a normal evening.

Except it wasn’t.

The elevator door opened on the fourth floor with a soft ding.

Sirisha’s home.

They stepped out into the corridor.

The hallway smelt faintly of incense and fresh food.

Light spilled out from under door 401. Laughter too.

Amit reached forward and pressed the bell.

The chime echoed inside.

And behind that closed door… another evening waited.

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