Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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He could feel the nervous flutter in his chest, the uncertainty of what to do next. But for once, he didn’t want to pull away. He didn’t want to run.
 
Ravi, sensing her stillness, let his fingers hover, then rest lightly on her fingers, the faintest of contact, almost as if the universe had paused to hold them in that moment.
 
“Her hand… it’s warm. She’s letting me stay like this. She’s letting me be close. She’s not pulling away. Maybe… maybe this is something. Maybe she’s not as angry as I thought. [i]Maybe she’s changing… maybe there’s hope.[/i] Maybe… maybe I can still fix this. Maybe we can still…” Ravi’s thoughts were a jumble, his heart racing as he carefully allowed his hand to stay where it was, letting the warmth of her touch seep into his skin.
 
Priya Didi, for her part, could feel the subtle pull of his hand, the way his fingers hovered just a hair away from hers, and she felt something stir in her chest. Something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in months, something she didn’t know whether to trust or deny.
 
“Why is he still here? Why does he feel like this, even after everything I’ve done? I can’t make him leave. I can’t push him away. It would hurt too much. Why does his touch still feel… right? Why does it feel like… I never wanted him to go?”
 
She kept her hand still, not moving away, not pulling closer, but allowing their fingers to brush, just lightly, like the gentlest of acknowledgments. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. The message was already in the way they stayed like this, so close, yet so far, but with just enough connection to make everything else fade away.
 
For the remainder of the ride, neither of them pulled away. Their hands stayed close, the faintest of touches passing between them. The city passed by, but in that small space between them, time seemed to slow down.
 
Ravi couldn’t help but feel a surge of something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in months, hope. There was hope now. There was a chance that this could be the start of something, something beyond all the hurt, beyond all the mistakes.
 
“I don’t know how or when. But maybe, just maybe, we’ll find our way back,” Ravi thought as he let his hand rest softly against hers, the softest of promises. “Maybe I won’t have to keep apologizing. Maybe one day, she’ll know… this, this is what I wanted. This is what I’ve been waiting for.”

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