Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The warmth pooling beneath his palms where the cotton was dry.


Sirisha’s breath brushed against his neck, steady at first, then quicker,

And he felt her fingers tighten against his shoulder,

Curling into the fabric of his shirt like she was holding herself there.

Her scent, that faint mix of Priya Didi’s perfume and the earthiness of her damp hair

Filled his head until there was nothing else.

Neither of them spoke.

But the silence was thick with everything they weren’t saying, the almosts, the not-yets, the if-onlys.

He became aware of the small movements: the slight shift of her weight against him,

The whisper of her hair catching on his jaw, the press of her chest as her breathing deepened.

Each second felt stretched thin, delicate, like a thread about to snap.

When she finally eased back, it was slow.

Too slow.

Her hands trailed down his arms as if reluctant to let go,

And his fingers lingered at her waist until there was just the faintest touch left between them.

Her eyes searched his face one last time, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Sweet dreams Bhayya... Make sure they’re about me.”

It sounded like a promise and a warning all at once.

She turned toward the hallway, hips swaying in the low light,

The kurti clinging and releasing with every step.

At the doorway, she glanced over her shoulder one last time,

Her look lingering long enough to steal his breath.

Then she was gone.

Ravi stood there, the air still warm where she had been.

His hands tingled with the echo of her touch.

The silence she left behind was heavier than the room itself.

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