Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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The memory of Sirisha, hesitant yet curious, her soft sighs and subtle movements, lingered in his mind, imprinting a strange, unforgettable tenderness on his heart. This was his first time with an innocent virgin girl, even though she is an adult she is very innocent. 

 
The moment that carried a weight and intimacy unlike anything he had experienced before. While his first intimate encounter had been with Neetu Bhabhi, the first experience with a virgin had been with Sirisha, and both had happened that same day, a whirlwind of emotion, desire, and guilt, leaving him exhilarated yet painfully aware of the boundaries he had crossed.
 
But Priya was different. She was the line he had drawn for himself. She was the person who made him want to be better, and somehow, without even being there, she was also the one who made him realize how far he’d fallen.
 
The phone lay on the table beside him. He picked it up, stared at Priya’s name in the call log, and hesitated to text. What could he possibly say? “Sorry”? That single word felt too small for the weight sitting inside him.
 
The fan hummed softly overhead, stirring the still air. Outside, a faint noise of children playing drifted in through the half-open window, but even that felt distant. The whole world seemed to move on, while Ravi sat still, trapped between desire and regret.
 
He stood and walked to the window, looking out at the city. Mumbai looked the same, restless, alive, unaware. Down below, the faint glow from Flat 401’s balcony flickered. He knew they were there, Neetu and Sirisha, probably quiet now too, maybe thinking about the same things.
 
He closed his eyes. The warmth of their touch still clung to his skin, but all he could feel was the echo of Priya’s disappointment, imagined or real, it didn’t matter.
 
“What must she think of me now?” he whispered.
 
There was no answer, only the hum of the fan and the slow ache in his chest.
 
 
He sank onto his bed, his eyes scanning the room as though looking for some kind of answer, but there was none to be found. His mind kept racing back to the events of the afternoon, the way Neetu and Sirisha had laughed, the effortless intimacy that had grown between them, the teasing that had slowly transformed into a closeness he hadn’t expected but couldn’t resist.
 
The echo of Sirisha’s soft cries, “Bhayyaaa…,” lingered vividly in his ears, when he was entering her soft and tender virgin hole and taking her virginity, a mixture of innocence, trust, and vulnerability that he could neither forget nor ignore.

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