28-07-2025, 01:58 PM
She met Ravi’s gaze.
“What if I didn’t stop? What if I didn’t turn away this time?” The thought both thrilled and terrified her.
"What’s the worst that could happen?" Her internal voice, tinged with mischief, nudged her forward.
“Maybe I need to stop pretending to be the perfect wife. Maybe I need to embrace the fact that I’m not perfect. And that’s okay.”
Her chest tightened with anticipation.
She could feel the pull of this moment, the tension hanging in the air between them.
“I’ve made my choice. I’m not going back. But I’m also not just going to sit here and feel guilty about it. This... this is my chance to finally let go.”
She felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips.
It wasn’t a smile of guilt or regret.
It was a smile of something more daring.
A smile of anticipation.
“I can’t keep doing this, Ravi,” she whispered, her voice low,
But there was an unmistakable challenge in her tone. “But… I don’t want to stop either.”
Ravi’s expression softened, but there was still that glint of understanding in his eyes.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t need to.
He could see it.
The shift in her.
The moment when she had made her decision.
Neetu shifted slightly on the couch, moving a little closer to him.
The space between them felt different now, less like a barrier and more like an invitation.
“This is just the beginning”, she thought, and the thrill of it made her pulse race.
"What am I waiting for?" Her inner voice was now laced with mischief and something else, something that felt dangerous.
She knew exactly what she wanted.
She didn’t need to think twice about it anymore.
The tension between them thickened.
She could feel it in the way her body responded, in the way her breath quickened.
“This is my choice”, she reminded herself,
“and I’m not going to fight it any longer”.
“What if I didn’t stop? What if I didn’t turn away this time?” The thought both thrilled and terrified her.
"What’s the worst that could happen?" Her internal voice, tinged with mischief, nudged her forward.
“Maybe I need to stop pretending to be the perfect wife. Maybe I need to embrace the fact that I’m not perfect. And that’s okay.”
Her chest tightened with anticipation.
She could feel the pull of this moment, the tension hanging in the air between them.
“I’ve made my choice. I’m not going back. But I’m also not just going to sit here and feel guilty about it. This... this is my chance to finally let go.”
She felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips.
It wasn’t a smile of guilt or regret.
It was a smile of something more daring.
A smile of anticipation.
“I can’t keep doing this, Ravi,” she whispered, her voice low,
But there was an unmistakable challenge in her tone. “But… I don’t want to stop either.”
Ravi’s expression softened, but there was still that glint of understanding in his eyes.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t need to.
He could see it.
The shift in her.
The moment when she had made her decision.
Neetu shifted slightly on the couch, moving a little closer to him.
The space between them felt different now, less like a barrier and more like an invitation.
“This is just the beginning”, she thought, and the thrill of it made her pulse race.
"What am I waiting for?" Her inner voice was now laced with mischief and something else, something that felt dangerous.
She knew exactly what she wanted.
She didn’t need to think twice about it anymore.
The tension between them thickened.
She could feel it in the way her body responded, in the way her breath quickened.
“This is my choice”, she reminded herself,
“and I’m not going to fight it any longer”.
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