Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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“Why is this so difficult?” Priya thought, her heart betraying her calm expression. “I shouldn’t feel anything. I shouldn’t want him this close. I’m still angry, still hurt. But… he’s here, and it’s hard to ignore. Everything about him, every move, every word, why does it still make me ache? Why do I still feel him, even when I don’t want to?”
 
Priya Didi was aware of the subtle heat and pressure of his arm against hers. She could feel the faint tremor of his restraint, the careful tension in his posture. It made her pulse quicken, a small, confusing warmth stirring in her chest.
 
The sunlight, filtering through the tiny openings of the auto, caught in the strands of her hair, and she felt a strange awareness that every part of her presence was being silently observed. “He’s staring… he’s noticing. And I… I don’t want to look away.”
 
The auto swerved gently, and Priya Didi’s shoulder brushed against Ravi’s. For a split second, she stiffened, but then, without thinking, she relaxed just enough to let her shoulder rest lightly against his. Ravi’s breath hitched.
 
He couldn’t believe the softness in her body language. It wasn’t a rejection. It wasn’t a surrender either, but it was something in between, something that made him feel a small flicker of hope.
 
The auto jolted again, and their legs brushed as they shifted slightly, the confined space making it impossible to sit as far apart as either of them would have preferred. There was a momentary flinch, a flash of instinctive distance, but neither moved away.
 
Instead, Priya Didi’s hand, resting lightly on her lap, shifted imperceptibly closer to the edge of the seat, almost as if inviting the subtle contact. Ravi’s gaze flickered to her hand, then back to her profile.
 
Every small movement, the way her fingers flexed slightly, the soft arch of her neck, the way the sunlight highlighted the gentle curve of her jaw, made his heart tighten.
 
 
 
“Every inch of her… every breath, every subtle motion… she’s impossibly alive, and I can’t look away. Even now, she hates me, and yet… she’s letting me be this close.” His hand twitched, hovering over his own lap, restless. “If I reach out… would it be too much? Would she… pull away? Or… maybe, just maybe, she wants this too.”
 

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