Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya Didi’s presence felt impossibly near, her scent, a soft mixture of jasmine and something familiar, something uniquely hers, seeping into his senses. It wrapped around him, binding him to the moment, making it impossible to ignore the closeness.
 
Her shoulder grazing his arm was a spark neither of them had expected. The contact was fleeting, almost accidental, yet it sent a shiver through Ravi that he could hardly control. He felt the warmth of her body press gently against his side, just enough to make his heart stutter.
 
Priya Didi, for her part, seemed aware of the touch, but instead of recoiling, she allowed it to linger, her posture subtly softening. For a heartbeat, she leaned just a fraction closer, a silent acknowledgment of their shared proximity, her breath seeming to hitch in rhythm with the sway of the auto.
 
Ravi’s fingers itched to brush against her arm, to let the contact become intentional, yet he restrained himself, savoring the tension that danced between them. “She’s letting me be close… even if just a little,” he thought, every nerve alert, “maybe she’s not as angry as I feared. Maybe… maybe there’s still a chance.” And in that small, trembling closeness, something delicate, fragile, and dangerously hopeful began to thread itself between them, leaving both aware of the unspoken pull that neither dared name aloud.
 
“This is not what I expected. Why is she not pulling away? Why does she seem to tolerate this? She must feel it too, this tension, this pull,” Ravi thought, his hands resting on his lap, the edges of his fingers brushing the hem of her saree. “I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t feel this… but her touch, it’s like a fire under my skin. I want to reach for her, but… is it too soon? Is it too much? Will she even let me?”
 
Priya Didi sat stiffly at first, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her eyes fixed straight ahead, as if trying to distance herself from everything.
 
But even with her exterior composed, Ravi could see the way her jaw clenched slightly and the faint flutter of her eyelashes as if she were battling something within herself. He couldn’t tell what it was, anger, longing, or perhaps a combination of both.

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