Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Sirisha was close enough now for him to feel her warmth, and there was no mistaking the intensity in her eyes. Sirisha didn’t want him to go.
 
“It’s just… hard to let go, Bhayya,” Sirisha added, her voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want you to leave yet.” The words hung between them like a secret, like an unspoken confession, and Ravi could feel the tender ache of her longing pulling at him.
 
It was the first time she had let herself feel this deeply, this vulnerably. The shift in their connection was undeniable.
 
Ravi hesitated, his chest tightening. He didn’t want to leave either, not now, not when everything between them felt so perfectly raw.
 
But as much as he wanted to stay, the unspoken truth of Priya’s call and the weight of his own guilt crept into his thoughts.
 
“I can’t, Sirisha,” he said softly, his voice almost a sigh. “I really wish I could.”
 
Sirisha’s hand dropped from his shirt, her eyes dimming slightly with the ache of his words. But she didn’t pull away completely; she remained close to him, her presence still a quiet force.
 
“I know,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “But… I still want to kiss you.”
 
The admission hung in the air, raw and delicate, and Ravi’s heart skipped. She wanted to kiss him, and for a moment, the world outside the room fell away, leaving only the weight of her words, the tenderness in her plea.
 
Before he could say anything, Neetu stepped closer, gently placing her hand on Sirisha’s shoulder, a quiet understanding passing between them. “It’s better this way, Bhayya,” Neetu said softly.
 
“You know it is.” Her voice was kind, but there was an undeniable sadness in her tone, as though she, too, wished things were different.
 
She knew the balance they had struck was fragile, and this was the only way to preserve it.
 
Ravi looked between them, feeling the weight of both their gazes. Sirisha’s yearning was clear, but Neetu’s steady calm reminded him of the reality of their situation. They all knew what was best, even if the choice was painful.
 
“Just one more kiss, then,” Sirisha whispered, and before Ravi could protest, she closed the gap between them. Her lips brushed against his, soft but insistent, a kiss full of longing, the kind that spoke more than words ever could.

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