Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Sirisha held him for a moment longer, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, letting herself feel everything she hadn’t been able to admit. Her kiss tasted of regret and desire, of all the things she wanted but couldn’t keep.
 
When they pulled away, Ravi’s breath was unsteady, his chest heavy with the weight of the moment. Sirisha’s lips lingered near his for a second longer, her eyes still closed, as if she wished the moment could stretch on forever.
 
Neetu stepped forward next, her eyes searching his face, soft with understanding and something more. She reached up, her hand grazing his cheek, and then she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, a kiss that was slower, more delicate, as though she, too, was reluctant to let him go.
 
It was the kind of kiss that whispered, “I’ll miss you,” without saying a word.
 
Ravi’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his heart thudding in his chest. He was caught between the two of them, feeling the full force of the emotions in the room.
 
Neetu kissed him as if it were the last kiss they’d share, even though he knew it wouldn’t be. But the tenderness in that kiss, the way she held him, was enough to leave him breathless.
 
When she finally pulled away, her eyes met his. “Take care, Ravi,” she said softly, her smile warm but with a quiet sadness hidden in her gaze. “We’ll see you tomorrow, won’t we?”
 
Ravi nodded, unable to form the words that would truly express how much this moment meant to him. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “Tomorrow.”
 
As he turned to leave, Sirisha’s fingers brushed his hand one last time, a soft, fleeting touch that seemed to carry everything they hadn’t said. “Come back soon, Bhayya,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.
 
Ravi stepped out into the hallway, the weight of their touch, their words, lingering in his chest. He wasn’t going far, just two floors down. But the intensity of their parting made it feel as though he was leaving a piece of himself behind.
 
As he walked toward his flat on the second floor, his thoughts were a swirl of emotion, the warmth of their kisses, the longing in Sirisha’s eyes, the quiet ache in Neetu’s voice.
 
He couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take before the threads between them began to fray.
 
For now, all he could do was let the day slip into the night, and know that he would see them again soon, but that the parting, however brief, had already marked something deeper in all of them.
 
 

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