Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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The auto swerved slightly to avoid a pothole, and Priya’s side brushed against him again. This time, he felt the gentle weight of her elbow press against his chest as she steadied herself. He caught a faint whiff of her perfume, jasmine and something faintly citrusy, a scent that clung to her and made him ache.
 
Her hands, folded neatly in her lap, twitched slightly as if she wanted to adjust her posture but feared revealing the slightest weakness. Her hair, tied in a loose braid, shifted with the motion of the auto, brushing against her neck and occasionally grazing her shoulder.
 
Ravi’s breath caught in his throat. “God, she’s… intoxicating. Every motion, every tilt of her head, it’s impossible not to notice. And yet… she’s angry with me. She shouldn’t feel like this. But she does.”
 
The warmth of her body pressed intermittently against his hand and side, her midriff teasing him with every slight motion. Ravi’s mind spun, he was acutely aware of the soft curve of her waist, the smooth stretch of skin exposed between the saree and blouse, every subtle shift of her hips, every delicate sway drawing him in.
 
“Why does her nearness feel like fire against my skin? I shouldn’t be thinking this, but I can’t stop. His hand… his touch… it lingers in my mind even as I try to ignore it. Why does it feel so good?”
 
Ravi’s pulse raced further, each subtle brush of her body against him a tantalizing reminder of what proximity could do. “I can feel her warmth, her scent… every curve of her body just inches from mine. I want to touch, to hold, but I can’t. I mustn’t. And yet… I can’t look away.”
 
The ride continued, the jolts of the auto forcing closer contact, the tiniest accidental brushes amplifying their shared tension. Every twitch of her hands, every subtle shift of her braid or pallu, felt like a deliberate invitation and a silent challenge all at once.
 
The air between them was thick with desire, restraint, and unspoken longing, a fragile, heated tension neither dared break.
 
“I hate him. I hate that I want him. I hate that just being this close makes my body betray me. But I… I can’t stop wanting him,” Priya thought, her fingers tightening subtly in her lap.
 
Ravi’s awareness of her, her intoxicating scent, her soft skin under his hand, the hypnotic curve of her waist, consumed him. 

“She’s so close… so impossibly close.

Every subtle touch, every breath, every soft movement, it’s driving me insane. 

And yet… I have to stay still, keep calm, not let her know how much she affects me.”
 
 
 

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