Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya Didi, on her part, moved ahead with steady, purposeful steps, yet the tension in her jaw, the slight curve of her lips pressed together in anger, and the faint redness in her cheeks betrayed the storm of emotions churning inside her.
 
She felt the presence of Ravi beside her, the warmth of his shoulder close, the quiet rhythm of his steps echoing hers. Part of her hated the closeness, the way her heart still recognized him as the one she loved; another part softened, remembering the rare moments they had shared months ago, the silent touch of their fingers, the unspoken promises in fleeting glances.
 
“Why does he have to be here?” she whispered in her mind. “Even now… after everything… I still feel it. I still feel… him. I hate that I feel it.”
 
The house loomed before them, its half-renovated walls a patchwork of fresh plaster and bare concrete. Windows without glass let in warm streams of sunlight, dust motes dancing lazily in the air.
 
Tools were scattered around, brushes, buckets, rolls of plastic sheeting, and the faint smell of paint and cement filled the space. The scene was chaotic yet somehow intimate, a backdrop that mirrored the chaos and quiet pull in their own hearts.
 
Ravi’s fingers itched to reach out, to brush a stray lock of hair from Priya Didi’s face, but he restrained himself. Instead, he walked a careful pace behind her, taking in the curve of her neck, the gentle fall of her hair, the way the sunlight caught the sheen of her saree, the faint scent of her perfume, jasmine mixed with something uniquely hers, comforting and stirring all at once.
 
“Every inch of her is impossible to ignore,” he thought. “And yet she’s so angry… I can feel it. Every step, every slight movement, she’s holding me at arm’s length, but my heart is already there.”
 
They entered the main hall, where the floorboards had been replaced and fresh plaster gleamed unevenly on the walls. Priya Didi stopped near a window, her hands resting on the sill, the light catching her profile.
 
Her lips curved slightly downward in thought, her eyes scanning the progress with critical precision. Ravi stood a step behind her, deliberately quiet, but he couldn’t stop his gaze from following her.
 
The way she leaned slightly forward, the soft line of her jaw, the tense set of her shoulders, it was all exquisite, all painfully compelling.
 
“I shouldn’t be staring… she hates me. She should hate me,” he told himself. “And yet… I can’t. Not now. Not ever, I think.”

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