Adultery Priya Didi

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“Bhayya…” she murmured, almost under her breath,


As if testing whether the word still fit after everything tonight.

His throat tightened. “Hmm?”

Her lips parted like she was about to say something else,

Something heavier, but she stopped herself.

Instead, she took half a step closer.

He didn’t think.

He just reached out, his fingers brushing her wrist.

The contact was light at first, almost hesitant, like asking a question without words.

She didn’t pull away.

In the next breath, she was in his arms.

The hug wasn’t the polite kind people give before saying goodnight.

It was a slow, deliberate folding into each other,

As if neither of them wanted to admit how badly they needed it.

Her body pressed into his, the thin, damp cotton of the kurti molding every curve to him.

He could feel the faint coolness where the fabric was still wet,

And beneath it, the unmistakable heat of her skin.

His hands moved over her back, not hurried, not roaming, just memorizing.

The slope of her spine.

The way the fabric clung to the small of her waist.

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