Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya exhaled softly, her eyes fixed forward. “I cannot forgive him. Not today. Not for weeks, maybe months. But… why do I feel this warmth? Why do I feel drawn to him, even after all of this? Why is he still… him? Why does he still make me ache… and enjoy it?”
 
The auto continued its slow, swaying journey through the bustling streets of Mumbai. And in that narrow, rattling cabin, the air between them was thick with longing, restraint, and a quiet surrender, each subtle movement, each tiny brush, a dance of emotions neither dared to name.
 
Ravi’s breath hitched with every accidental brush, every sway of her pallu, every tilt of her head. “Every touch… every brush… it’s like a spark. I can’t… I can’t take this. And I don’t want to move away. Not even an inch. She’s here. She’s real. She’s… hers, and yet… she’s still mine. I can feel it.”
 
Priya closed her eyes briefly, taking a slow breath. “Control yourself, Priya. He betrayed you. He hurt you. But… he’s here. He’s beside me. And even now… I can’t stop feeling it. I hate that I want this. I hate that it hurts this much… and yet… it feels… so good.”
 
The auto jerked forward, then slowed slightly as it approached a busy junction. Their shoulders brushed once more, a subtle but undeniable reminder of the closeness that had been months in the making. Ravi felt the electricity in his chest, the ache in his fingers where they rested just too close to her hand.
 
“This is… unbearable. And perfect. All at once. She’s here. I can feel her. And now… she’s letting it happen. She’s not pulling away. She’s… enjoying it. She’s melting, little by little. I can see it. I can feel it. I just… I can’t move. Not yet. Not now. I just… want to stay here, like this.”
 
Priya’s mind was equally conflicted, yet a soft surrender was building inside her. “Why does he make my heart race like this? I hate him. And yet… I can’t stop feeling him beside me. I can’t… I can’t deny it. I don’t want to. And now… I’m letting it happen. I feel it. Every inch, every brush… every second. I am… finally enjoying it.”
 
The city blurred around them, the horns, the dust, the rush of people, all fading into the background. Inside the auto, there was only the two of them, the heat of the seat beneath them, the brush of shoulders and arms, the scent of her hair, the quiet surrender of her body to proximity.
 
And still, neither spoke. Words were unnecessary, perhaps impossible. The past, the anger, the betrayal, all of it simmered just below the surface. But in this moment, the physical closeness, the subtle brushes, the shared breaths, they were undeniable.
 
Ravi’s fingers twitched again, almost as if seeking hers, then stilled. “Not yet. Just… let this exist. Let this tension live. One day… maybe I can reach her heart again. But not today. Not now.”
 
Priya exhaled softly. “I cannot forgive him. Not yet. But… why does my heart betray me? Why does it still want him? Why… why does it feel so good?”
 
The auto continued its slow, swaying journey, and in that narrow, rattling cabin, the air was thick with longing, restraint, and quiet surrender, each subtle movement, each tiny brush, a dance of emotions neither dared to name.
 

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