Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Behind Her Closed Door (Inside Her Bedroom)


The door clicked softly behind her, but Neetu didn’t move right away. 

She stayed there for a moment, 

Her back pressed against the cool wood, Heart fluttering in a mix of excitement and quiet disbelief.

The heat wasn’t just from the shower anymore, 

It was from the way Ravi had looked at her.

She had seen it.

The way his eyes lingered on her damp skin, the hesitation in his breath, 

The flicker of awe and hunger that he hadn’t even tried to hide.

Her lips curled into a slow, wicked smile as she let her body relax, exhaling deeply,

Towel still wrapped around her chest, another one dbangd over her damp hair.

Oh, Ravi… you really are trouble, she thought, a small shiver running through her, though she wasn’t cold at all.


She moved toward the bed, letting the towel around her shoulders slide down, 

Revealing more of her bare, glistening back as she dropped it casually onto the chair.

Her fingers grazed the edge of the towel around her chest 

Her skin still tingling from the steam, and from the memory of his eyes tracing every inch of her.

Her heart still raced at how near they had been,

How their game had danced right on the edge of danger. 

She’d felt it when she stood near him, when she whispered those words about “unwrapping gifts.” 

The charge between them had been almost unbearable.

And still, he hadn’t moved.

He hadn't said or done anything reckless, even when everything in the air invited it.

She sat on the edge of her bed, running her fingers through her wet hair, eyes distant yet glowing with intrigue.

Part of her wanted to tease herself for being so bold.

What are you even doing, Neetu?  she thought with a faint, breathless laugh.

You’re a married woman… and you just walked past him wrapped in nothing but towels, tossing words like that.

But deeper beneath the playful guilt, something else stirred—a strange, quiet admiration.

He didn’t cross the line.

For all her teasing, Ravi had stayed rooted in place, respectful even in his hunger. 

She’d seen it, felt it.

That restraint… that control…

It made him far more dangerous than she had imagined.

A soft, almost proud smile curved her lips as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, water droplets still trailing along her bare skin.

You’re playing with fire, Neetu, she thought, eyes glittering with something daring.



But in this moment, she wasn’t sure if she feared the burn.

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