Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Priya Didi Regaining Her Strength at the Renovation Site
 
The auto came to a gentle halt, jolting gently against the uneven pavement, in front of the old house. Priya Didi felt the lingering warmth of Ravi’s presence, the faint brush of his arm, the tiny currents of electricity that had seemed to pull her toward him.
 
For a fleeting heartbeat, she let herself drift again, the memory of every subtle touch, every stolen glance in the narrow cabin, washing over her like a spell. And then, as the engine quieted, reality hit her like cold water. “Enough. This… this is not forgiveness. This is not weakness. He betrayed me. He chose others while I waited. I cannot… I will not let him erase that,” she thought sharply, her pulse racing but her mind clearing.
 
She drew in a steadying breath, the pull of desire still there, undeniable, but now held firmly in check.
 
Ravi’s hand brushed briefly against the worn metal handle as he shifted, paying the driver.
 
With a deliberate motion, Priya Didi lifted her hand to the handle, straightened her shoulders, and set her jaw.  
 
The spell had broken.
 
She would not surrender to him again, not yet, not like this. And with that clarity, her fingers gripped the seat edge, and she slipped out gracefully, her feet landing with measured grace on the hot Mumbai pavement, her heart restless but her boundaries intact, her saree falling in soft folds around her legs, the sunlight catching the faint sheen of the fabric.    
 
Ravi followed, careful not to crowd her, but the familiar tension from the auto lingered between them like an invisible thread, tight, taut, and almost unbearable.
 
As they stepped onto the uneven cemented path leading to the house, Ravi’s eyes unconsciously tracked her movements, the slight sway of her shoulders, the way her hand adjusted the pallu of her saree, and even the subtle tilt of her chin as she scanned the façade of the building.
 
She was still angry with him, hurt, but impossibly beautiful, every line of her body radiated grace and contained a quiet power that made him simultaneously ache and respect her from afar.
 
“She’s so close, and yet so far,” Ravi thought. “I shouldn’t even feel this… but every step she takes, every breath she draws near me, it pulls me in.”

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