Adultery Priya Didi

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But then, as he pulled it from her mouth


Some of the thick syrup from the rasmalai slipped down,

Falling onto her lower lip and just beneath it.

The syrup gleamed in the soft light, a subtle invitation

A mess he hadn't meant to make, but now he couldn’t look away from.

Neetu didn’t move, didn’t wipe it away.

Instead, she let it linger, her eyes daring him to act.

“Well, that’s your mess,” she teased, her voice low,

With an edge of playfulness, “I think you should clean it up.”

The words hung between them, and for a moment, Ravi stood frozen, his pulse racing.

The air thickened with the weight of what she was asking.

He was acutely aware of the tension, of the way the syrup glistened on her skin, beckoning him.

But the moral dilemma gnawed at him,

The part of him that knew this was crossing a line he wasn’t sure he should cross.

But without thinking, his fingers reached out toward her cheek,

Brushing against the soft curve of her jaw, feeling the warmth of her skin.

His hand trembled, barely noticeable, but enough to send a rush of heat through him.

Slowly, his fingers moved to her lips, where the syrup still clung to her skin.

He wiped it away with deliberate slowness,

The softest contact, his fingertips lingering as he traced the contour of her lips.

She didn’t pull away.

She watched him intently, the quiet intensity between them more powerful than words.

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