Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Neetu’s Bathroom


Ravi’s hand hesitated for a brief moment at the door before he gently pushed it open

The soft creak breaking the quiet stillness of the room.

The bathroom welcomed him with a warm, 

Familiar scent, delicate and faintly floral

Tinged with a whisper of sandalwood.

It was a scent that seemed to carry pieces of Neetu’s presence,

Like a quiet signature she left behind.

His eyes immediately caught the towel hanging on the hook by the door

Still slightly damp and softly scented.

It was the same towel she must have reached for just moments ago,

Warm, intimate, and utterly private.

The thought sent a slow,

Thrilling current weaving through him,

A sudden awareness of proximity that made his pulse quicken.


Ravi’s hand hovered over the laundry basket,

The moment stretching taut between his hesitation and the quiet beckoning of Neetu’s personal belongings.

The basket, woven from soft wicker, seemed almost too intimate, too close to her world,

A part of her that she hadn’t meant to share, yet here it was,

Laid bare before him in the quiet stillness of the bathroom.

His fingers brushed lightly over the fabric of a soft t-shirt and a pair of leggings.


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