Adultery Priya Didi

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She was aware now of every inch of herself


The way the fabric clung to her body


The way it made her feel alive, vibrant, exposed in a way she hadn’t felt before.

Her body trembled under the scrutiny of his gaze, every shift of her weight,

Every subtle movement of her chest sending ripples of heat through her.

Ravi’s breathing had become shallow,

His chest rising and falling as though he was struggling to hold back something inside.

His eyes were dark, fixed on her, and with each passing second,

His expression turned more intense, more desperate.

He took a slow step forward, each movement making Sirisha’s pulse race.

The room seemed to close in around them, and the silence between them became more charged, more electric.

His gaze dropped to the way the kurti clung to her form, so delicately,

And Sirisha felt his gaze trace the lines of her body.

The wetness from her damp hair had begun to seep into the fabric,

Causing it to cling even tighter to her skin.

It molded to her breasts, her waist, and she could feel the weight of it as it pressed against her curves.

She could feel the slight coolness of the material,

Now damp in some places, pressed intimately against her bare skin.

His eyes flickered to the slight wetness at her shoulder where her hair had left a damp trail,

And then moved lower, to where the fabric of the kurti stretched over her chest,

Making her nipples visible through the cotton.

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