Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Another turn, another subtle jolt, and their knees brushed again. Priya tensed at first, then let herself relax, allowing her thigh to accidentally press against his. She didn’t pull away immediately, letting the contact linger, almost as if she were testing the sensation, savoring the warmth.
 
Her movements were slow, deliberate but unhurried.
 
When her thigh shifted slightly, it was not in a rush, she moved with a subtle rhythm, gliding just enough to maintain contact for a fleeting moment, then easing it away as if waiting for the next turn to let it touch him again naturally.
 
Ravi felt the heat of her body, the intimate proximity neither wanted to acknowledge openly, and yet the gradual teasing of her movement set his pulse racing.
 
“She’s doing this deliberately… almost like she’s letting me feel it without daring to fully give in,” he thought, his mind spinning with desire and restraint. “Every slight move, every lingering brush… it’s driving me insane. I can feel her warmth… I can feel her knowing I feel it.”
 
Priya’s thoughts mirrored his tension. “Why does my body betray me like this? I didn’t mean to… yet it feels… good. He’s so close, and I want him to notice, to feel it… but I can’t let myself go. Not yet.”
 
With another gentle sway of the auto, her thigh brushed his again, briefly, accidentally, and yet purposefully, creating a silent, teasing dance of proximity. Neither withdrew; both remained suspended in that moment of quiet tension, every motion heavy with unspoken desire.
 
Inside, the tension was electric. Words were unnecessary, every accidental touch, every near-collision spoke volumes. “This… this is impossible. I shouldn’t feel this. I shouldn’t want this. And yet… everything in me aches for her.”
 
Priya, silently battling her emotions, pressed her palms together in her lap. “I can’t look at him. I shouldn’t want him. And yet… I do. I can feel him beside me. I can feel every brush, every bump. And it… it hurts. But it also… it stirs something I can’t deny. The anger burns, but beneath it… beneath it, I miss him. I still… love him.”
 
Ravi’s fingers twitched ever so slightly, almost instinctively, as if he wanted to reach out, but then froze. 

“Not now. Just… just feel it. Don’t ruin it. Let her be. Let this… tension exist. Let it burn quietly.[i]” [/i]

[i]“One day, maybe… maybe I can reach her heart again.”[/i]

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