Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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For the first time since Priya Didi’s call, he allowed himself to just be, vulnerable, flawed, human, and it was enough. The room seemed to close in around them, shrinking to a private world where guilt, fear, and desire intertwined. 

Where the weight of the past few days melted away under the comfort of her presence, and the rawness of their connection wrapped around him like a shield.
 
Neetu shifted again, her head resting fully against his chest now. Her fingers lingered on his arm, tracing slow, deliberate patterns that made his pulse quicken.

Every small movement she made sent a shiver down his spine, and the closeness between them hummed with unspoken energy, a tension that had always been there, now more electric in the wake of his confession.
 
Ravi felt it then, every nerve ending awake, every inch of his body sensitive to her proximity. Her breath was steady, but there was something else there, something that pulled him in like a magnetic force. His chest tightened, and he found himself leaning just a little closer, as if the air itself had turned heated, heavy with the tension between them.
 
Before he knew it, her head lifted from his chest, her gaze meeting his. There was no judgment, no hesitation, only an unspoken understanding, an undeniable pull. Ravi’s heart slammed against his ribs as his eyes darkened with a mixture of longing, guilt, and relief.
 
Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, she leaned forward. Their lips met in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and full of longing. It started light, tentative, as though they were testing the waters, but as their lips finally connected, it deepened. It was a kiss of confession, comfort, and an overwhelming need, not just physical, but emotional.
 
Ravi’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer, grounding himself as much as her. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her toward him, sinking into the kiss without any hesitation now. It was hungry, but careful, charged with the electric pull of everything they had shared, everything they were now. 

The kiss was a reminder of the connection they had always had, intimate, passionate, and yet, tender.
 
They broke apart slowly, their breaths mingling as they rested their foreheads together. Ravi’s chest heaved, fingers still clutching her, trying to anchor himself in the reality of the moment. “Neetu… I… I needed this. I needed you.”
 
She smiled softly, the curve of her lips knowing, her fingers brushing against his temple in a lingering touch that made his heart skip a beat. “I know, Ravi. I’ve always known. And you’re not alone. Not now. Not ever.”
 
Ravi let himself lean into her again, feeling the weight of their shared history, the comfort and the dangerous intimacy of the moment. The room felt smaller, more intimate, a private world where desire and comfort could coexist, where vulnerability was met with quiet understanding, and where the tension between them hummed softly, unspoken yet undeniable.
 
For the first time in days, Ravi allowed himself to feel, the heat, the comfort, the closeness, the thrill of a kiss that reminded him that they were alive, human, and still somehow, together.
 
 
 

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