Adultery Priya Didi

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The space between them seemed to stretch, and yet his hands felt drawn to her, as if they were doing their own bidding.
 
He let his fingers brush her shoulder first, just the faintest contact. Her skin was warm, and the sensation shot through him like a spark.
 
The touch was soft, almost tentative, as if he feared she might pull away. But she didn’t. Her body, delicate and fragile in his hands, seemed to accept the moment, the silent trust in the way she leaned into him.
 
“This is the moment,” he thought, his pulse quickening. This is what I’m afraid of.
 
But there was no turning back now. He could feel the tension in the air, thick with unspoken things. He moved with care, his fingers brushing over the soft fabric of her saree, the rich folds of the pallu dbanging over her shoulder, as though her whole presence was an intricate, delicate thing he needed to treat with tenderness.
 
His right hand hovered near her left, instinctively drawn to the delicate pleats of her saree. His fingers brushed her pallu, his palm making slow contact with the silk. He hesitated just a second longer, the fabric cool beneath his fingers, before he gently, almost reverently, pulled it aside towards her chest. As the pallu moved, the front left side of her blouse became visible, the soft, elegant design of the fabric clinging tightly to her torso.
 
For a fleeting moment, their eyes met, the silence stretching thick between them. Her chest rose with a shallow breath, a slight tremor running through her as she felt the subtle change in the air. The space between them had never felt more charged.
 
The blouse, with its delicate stitching and subtle sheen, framed her figure, revealing the U-neck that subtly curved just below her collarbones, giving a glimpse of the soft swell of her left breast. The skin looked radiant, displaying the soft curve of her elegant breast and her deep cleavage. The modest cut of the blouse felt so feminine, a simple elegance that made her feel all the more fragile, all the more real to him in that moment.
 
With that small shift, his hand slid beneath her left arm, his fingers brushing the soft curve of her back, the gentle sensation of her warmth overwhelming him.

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