Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Sirisha squeezed her hands together in her lap, her body trembling.


If it’s Bhayya… how can I bear it in front of Bhabhi? If it’s Bhabhi… will I be able to resist her? Her chest tightened, a wave of conflicting emotions, fear, desire, shame, and anticipation, crashing through her all at once.
 
The coin spun high into the air, catching the light as it twirled. For a heartbeat, all three pairs of eyes followed it, breathless, waiting.
 
It landed with a soft clink on the table, rolling once before settling flat.
 
Neetu leaned forward, her lips curving slowly into triumph.


“Tails,”

She announced.
 
Sirisha’s breath left her in a rush, half relief, half dread. Her heart thundered as her eyes lifted to Neetu’s. It’s her. It’s Bhabhi. She’s going to be the one… Her stomach tightened, her pulse threatening to overwhelm her thoughts.
 
Ravi let out a long, shaky exhale he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His pulse was wild, his mind a swirl of forbidden images. Neetu again. Always Neetu. She’ll be the one to undress Sirisha. And I’ll have to watch… every second of it. The thought left a strange ache in his chest, part longing, part guilt, part awe.
 
Neetu’s gaze softened as it settled on Sirisha, though the gleam in her eyes betrayed the hunger underneath. She reached across, brushing Sirisha’s arm with her fingertips, a promise in the simplest of touches. A current of reassurance and command flowed through her hand, grounding Sirisha even as her body trembled.
 
“It seems it’s me again, beta,” she whispered, her voice silk and smoke. “Are you ready?”
 
Sirisha’s lips parted, but no words came. Only a trembling nod, her body betraying her even as her mind spun with fear, anticipation, and forbidden excitement. She swallowed hard, her pulse a chaotic drumbeat of desire and hesitation.
 
Ravi watched, caught between reverence and helpless fascination, as Sirisha leaned slightly toward Neetu. Every small motion, every shiver, made his chest tighten with an ache he couldn’t name. He wanted to intervene, to shield her, yet another part of him hung on every second, riveted by the delicate tension between the two women. He was enjoying the way Neetu was seducing Sirisha, making her beg for this.
 
Sirisha’s thoughts were a whirlwind, every nerve alive, every glance from Neetu sending jolts through her. Everything she had been taught since childhood, her culture, her upbringing, told her she should stop here. She had already gone too far. 

She wanted to resist, to step back, but the calm strength in Neetu’s eyes and the gentle pressure of her touch made her want to surrender, even as fear coiled in her stomach.
 
Neetu’s hand lingered, brushing along Sirisha’s arm again, and a subtle warmth radiated from the touch. Each heartbeat felt magnified, each inhalation a mix of thrill and anxiety. 

For Sirisha, the world had narrowed to Neetu’s gaze, the faint sound of the coin on the table, and the tense awareness of Ravi’s eyes on her.

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