Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Auto Ride Part 2 - Slow Surrender
 
Another turn, this one sharper. The auto leaned to the right again. Priya instinctively pressed against his side to regain balance. Their knees brushed this time, and she moved away slightly at first, trying to create distance, a reflexive act of self-control.
 
Ravi’s stomach twisted with that old, familiar ache, the ache of wanting her, of wanting to bridge that impossible distance, and yet knowing he could not.
 
“Why does being near him feel like this? I shouldn’t… I can’t… but I want to,” Priya thought, her face remaining composed, cheeks slightly flushed from the movement, lips pressed together tightly, jaw tense with controlled anger. She dared not look at him.
 
Ravi noticed everything. The slight flush on her cheeks, the curve of her lips pressed tight, the way her hair slipped from the braid and brushed her collarbone. “She’s… stunning. Even like this, angry, controlling herself, keeping me at bay, she’s irresistible. I can’t… I just can’t stop noticing. I think she still likes me,” he thought, his pulse rising with every micro-movement.
 
The auto hit a small bump, jolting them again. This time, Priya didn’t pull away immediately. Her side pressed more firmly against his, almost tentatively, testing the proximity, letting him feel her warmth. Ravi felt the gentle pressure and had to close his eyes briefly to steady himself.
 
“Don’t move. Don’t… just let this moment exist. Don’t ruin it. But… she’s so close… I can feel her every breath. Every subtle shift. And now… she’s letting it happen. She’s not holding herself back. My god, she’s… melting from the inside,” he thought, every heartbeat echoing with desire and caution.
 
Priya’s thoughts raced, a chaotic blend of love, anger, and suppressed desire. “Why do I feel this pull? Why can’t I just stay angry? I hate him. I hate that I want him. And yet… I can’t stop feeling it. My body betrays me, my heart betrays me. I shouldn’t want this… and yet… I do. I want this.”
 
A bus horn blared as the auto swerved around a corner, tilting them sharply. Priya’s arm brushed against Ravi’s chest. Their eyes met briefly in the rearview mirror, and this time she didn’t look away immediately, letting the moment linger, her lower lip caught slightly between her teeth as a shiver passed through her. Ravi’s heart pounded. “She’s looking at me… and she’s not pulling back. I saw it. She wants this, even a little. I feel it.”

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