Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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For a long moment, neither spoke. The silence was not empty; it was charged, thick with the weight of everything unsaid, every glance, every unvoiced confession adding to the tension. 

Ravi watched her, heart hammering, feeling the pull of his apologies, his hope, his longing, all of it drawing him closer, like a magnetic force that couldn’t be denied.
 
Priya Didi crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze flicking to the window for a moment before returning to him. She seemed distant, lost in thought, yet there was a softness in her eyes, a vulnerability, a warmth she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time.
 
“Why do I keep doing this to myself?” she thought. “Why do I let him in? Why can’t I just keep him out? Every time he’s near me, I feel it again… I feel everything. But I can’t forgive him yet. Not fully. Not after everything.”
 
Ravi took a step closer, careful, respectful, mindful of the charged space between them. The tension from the auto ride lingered like a whisper against their skin, subtle, almost unbearable in its intensity. 

He had no illusions, he knew she wasn’t ready to forgive him, but in the stillness of the room, fragile hope unfurled in his chest, stirring like a flame licking at dry wood.
 
“I’ll wait,” he told himself. “I’ll wait, if it means she’ll come back to me. I’ll wait, even if it takes time… even if it takes all the time in the world.”
 
Priya Didi didn’t speak immediately, but she didn’t step back either. 

She allowed the space between them to shrink just slightly, letting the warmth of his presence brush against her, a touch without contact, yet electric and intimate. 

The silence, though heavy, wasn’t suffocating; it was alive, almost throbbing with unspoken possibility.
 
Then, as if she couldn’t hold the unspoken thoughts inside any longer, she spoke softly, her voice laden with quiet weight, trembling with unacknowledged desire.
 
“Ravi…”
 
The word was an invitation, a question, a confession, soft but charged, weighty with every unspoken moment that had led to this one.
 
Ravi’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice, and he moved toward her instinctively, hands itching to close the distance, yet stopping just short, uncertain if she would pull away. His breath caught in his throat, a delicious tension coiling through him.

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