Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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For a heartbeat, it felt as though the world was suspended, all three of them locked in a single moment of silent anticipation, the tension so thick it was almost tangible.
 
With a careful hand, Sirisha unfolded the chit. 

Her gaze flickered down to the words written in delicate handwriting, and her breath caught. The paper whispered the answer that had already begun to shift the very balance of power in the room: Ravi’s briefs.
 
Ravi’s stomach clenched at the sight. His heart raced, pounding in his chest as his face flushed with a mix of heat and cold. It was like the room had shrunk, everything around him collapsing into the knowledge of what was about to happen. 

His breath faltered, but his gaze was drawn magnetically to the sight of Sirisha’s hands holding the chit with his clothing on it, the implications thickening the air, suffocating him. He could feel a mixture of guilt and desire, the two emotions colliding in a way that left him dizzy and uncertain.
 
Neetu’s lips curled into a smile, one that was tender but edged with something far more wicked. Her eyes glinted with dangerous excitement, the kind that came from knowing she was pushing all of them closer to the edge. She turned to Ravi, her voice a soft murmur, low and teasing. “Ready for this, beta?”


The words were soft, but beneath them was a current of something much deeper, something that made Ravi’s chest tighten with anticipation and an underlying nervousness. He couldn’t form a response, his mind tangled in a web of emotions, but his body spoke louder than words. 

He could only nod, his hands trembling as they gripped the armrest, his knuckles turning white with the effort of holding himself still.
 
The air felt charged, thick with the weight of what was about to unfold. Ravi could feel it in his chest, his heartbeat loud in his ears. There was a strange vulnerability in this moment, nervous excitement, like waiting for a storm to break. 

This wasn’t something he had prepared for. But his body had already made its choice, pulling him deeper into the tension. It was no longer about control. It was about surrender.
 
Neetu’s smile deepened, her eyes flicking between the two of them with hunger. “Let’s decide who gets the honor,” she purred, her voice a whisper, meant only for them. 

She held up a coin, her fingers curling around the small metal disc with an almost ceremonial grace. “Heads for Ravi, tails for Sirisha.”

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