Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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The sound of footsteps from outside drew their attention to Manoj, the contractor, who stepped in with a clipboard and a reassuring smile. “Good morning, sir, madam,” he greeted, nodding. “Progress is moving, but the room at the back, the one you planned, will need another week. Materials arrived late, and adjustments were needed. Other than that, most of the plastering and painting is done.”
 
Priya Didi acknowledged him with a short nod, her attention still partially on the work, partially on Ravi’s quiet presence nearby.
 
She asked precise questions, about timelines, materials, and adjustments, and Ravi answered softly when needed, his voice low, careful not to crowd her attention. Yet, even in the discussion, the closeness of their bodies, the subtle brush of their arms, the shared glance at the floor plan, kept a quiet tension alive, a magnetic pull neither could ignore.
 
“She’s so composed… so intelligent… and yet, every word she speaks, every movement, pulls me closer,” Ravi thought. “Even now, when she should hate me.”
 
Priya Didi felt the tension too, the unspoken energy threading through the room. Her hands trembled slightly as she pointed out adjustments, and for a fleeting moment, her gaze flicked to Ravi.
 
She saw him standing there, attentive, careful, his eyes tracking her silently. Her chest constricted with conflicting emotions, resentment, love, anger, desire, and a strange sense of relief that he was here. She hated him for what he had done. She hated herself for feeling anything at all.
 
“Why do I still care?” she thought. “Why does my heart betray me when my mind screams against him?”
 
They moved to the back room, where the contractor indicated the upcoming adjustments. Priya Didi stepped closer to inspect, and Ravi followed, instinctively close enough to sense the warmth radiating from her body, yet careful to maintain a respectful distance.
 
Every subtle movement, the tilt of her head, the way her hands pressed against the wall for balance, the soft fold of her saree as she leaned, felt like a whisper, a reminder of what had been months ago and what lingered still.
 
“She’s testing me… or maybe she’s testing herself,” Ravi thought. “Every step she takes near me, every glance, every subtle gesture, it’s a challenge I don’t want to fail.”
 
Manoj interjected occasionally, explaining the work, pointing out areas needing attention. Priya Didi nodded, her fingers tracing the edges of newly plastered walls. 

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