Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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His fingers hovered near the curve of her knee, his touch light but lingering, and he saw her shiver ever so slightly in response.
 
Her skin was a wonder, glowing beneath his hands, a soft temptation he couldn't push away.
 
And yet, in the back of his mind, he knew he was walking a fine line, a line that could easily slip from healing touch to something far more dangerous.
 
She glanced down at him, her chest tight, and for a fleeting moment, she wondered if he felt it too, the undeniable connection between them.
 
His eyes were fixed on her leg, his face serious, his jaw clenched as though he were trying to hold back something.
 
And then, just as quickly, she caught a glimpse of something else in his gaze, something deeper, something more intimate than before.
 
“Does he feel it too?” She wondered, unsure if she wanted the answer, if she even dared to ask.
 
Her leg in his lap, the soft heat of his hands against her skin, the way he massaged the balm into her, every action, every moment felt like a revelation. She didn’t know where the line between care and something more had blurred, but it had, and she found herself unable to pull away, unable to tell him to stop.
 
But even in that uncertainty, there was no denying it, the feeling between them was undeniably real. And Ravi wasn’t sure if he was ready for what would happen next, but he knew he was too close to stop.
 
 “She’s not angry anymore, at least not the same way. But what does she need from me?”
 
When he finished, he looked up, and Priya’s eyes were open, her gaze steady and calm. She didn’t speak immediately, but the silence between them felt different now, softer, almost intimate.
 
Her lips parted, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
 
“Thank you, Ravi,” she murmured, her voice quieter than before.
 
The words felt like a balm to his own wounded heart, an acknowledgement that maybe, just maybe, there was something beyond the silence they’d been trapped in.
 
Ravi’s hand hovered near her foot, still cradling it carefully, the skin of her ankle warm against his fingertips.
 
He could feel her gaze on him, and for the first time in days, there was no anger in it, no cold distance. Just something soft, something tender.
 
“I just want to make sure you’re okay, Didi. That’s all.” His voice was gentle, full of sincerity.
 
She reached out then, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. The touch was hesitant, but it sent a rush of heat through him.
 
He froze, not daring to move, allowing her fingers to linger for a moment. It was as though, in that brief touch, everything unsaid passed between them.
 
In the silence that followed, the world seemed to narrow down to the space between them, still, intimate, and full of something both fragile and potent.
 
“I’m here. And I’ll stay here next to her. For as long as she lets me.”

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