Adultery Undercover Desires

[PELURI]

CHAPTER – 66


As they read the letter together, their fingers brushed, the touch lingering, deliberate, a silent acknowledgment of the pull between them. Kavya’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening as she felt the weight of his nearness, the faint scent of his sandalwood cologne mingling with the humid air, wrapping around her like a caress. She glanced at him, her eyes meeting his—dark, intense, and holding a quiet hunger that made her chest tighten. The silence stretched, heavy with the rhythm of their breathing, the distant hum of the city muffled by the haveli’s walls. In her mind, Kavya was pulled back to that night months ago, before they’d moved to Hyderabad. A power cut had plunged the guest room into suffocating darkness, her fear of the dark gripping her, and Feroz had been her anchor. They had ended up on the guest room bed, her trembling body pressed tightly against his, his arms enveloping her with a possessive tenderness. His nose had grazed the sensitive curve of her neck, his hot breath spilling across her skin, each exhale a molten caress that sent shivers of fear and forbidden desire through her. In the heat of that moment, Feroz had taken charge, his fingers bold as they slid the strap of her nighty off her shoulder, the fabric slipping to expose the soft, heaving swell of her breast. His lips followed, confident, unhurried, brushing the delicate skin above her breast, his nose trailing along the curve, each touch a slow, searing exploration that left her breathless, caught in a haze of fear and reckless longing. They had talked about it, but the memory scorched her now, her body aching with the echo of his touch, her heart torn between guilt and an insatiable pull toward him.
Feroz’s thoughts were a mirror, raw and unvoiced, the memory of that night a fire in his veins. He saw her trembling in his arms on the guest room bed, her body pressed against his, the heat of her skin under his nose as he breathed her in, her scent a heady mix of jasmine and vulnerability. His breath had fanned across her neck, hot and deliberate, drawing shivers from her that he felt in his 
Feroz shifted, his knee pressing against hers under the table, the contact deliberate, unyielding, sending a wave of heat through her. Neither moved to break it, the silence stretching, thick with the weight of their unspoken desire. Kavya’s heart raced, her body caught between the genuine care that had grown between them and the guilt of the desire it stirred. She was Danish’s wife, yet here, in the haveli’s sultry glow, with the world outside fading into the hum of the approaching rain, the lines were dangerously blurred, the tension between them a living, breathing force, coiling tighter with every heartbeat.
The sky darkened, a thunderclap shaking the windows, and the power flickered, the lamps dimming, threatening to plunge them into darkness. Kavya’s breath caught, her fear of the dark surging, her hand instinctively reaching for Feroz’s arm, her fingers curling tightly around his wrist, the warmth of his skin grounding her yet fanning the fire within. He covered her hand with his, his touch firm, searing, charged with the same intensity that had marked that night. Their eyes locked, the moment teetering on a knife’s edge—toward restraint or toward something they couldn’t undo. The letter slipped from her hand, fluttering to the floor, a fragile tether to the present, as the storm drew closer, holding them in its intoxicating grip.

what happened after.....imagination running wild....so beautifully poised for heart thumping escapades     sweetly disappointing however....dear author,  is there a way to get here to conclude in a most thrilling erotic explosion....please