Adultery Priya Didi

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Priya Didi’s breath hitched as she shifted, her injured foot unable to support any weight. The sharp wave of discomfort only heightened her awareness of Ravi’s closeness, of the way he was holding her so carefully, yet so firmly.

 
His hands were steady as he tightened his grip on her, guiding her carefully toward the bedroom. But with each step they took, there was something more than just concern, more than just his desire to get her to safety, there was the undeniable pull of their proximity, the tension between them that only seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment.
 
His fingers, now resting at the small of her back, moved with purpose, but the touch lingered in a way that made her pulse quicken.
 
He slowly shifted his hand to her waist, his fingers brushing against her skin between her blouse and saree. Bare skin, the touch was light at first, but the moment it made contact, something shifted in her.
 
She paused, holding her breath for a second, her heart skipping a beat as her mind raced, torn between confusion and something else, something electric.
 
“What is he doing?” Her thoughts came faster than she could process, but the truth was, she didn’t want him to stop. The soft, [b]warm pressure[/b] of his hand against her waist felt almost possessive, as if she could feel him claiming her in this fragile moment.
 
As they moved toward the bedroom, every step felt like it stretched time. Each movement brought them closer, yet kept them at a distance, a distance she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep anymore. The thickening air between them was almost tangible, like the tension was wrapping around them, drawing them into a space where nothing existed except the heat between their bodies.
 
Ravi’s pulse quickened. His intent was to help her, to support her, but deep down, there was a hunger that he couldn’t deny, the need to feel her closer, the weight of her body pressing into his, the warmth of her against him.
 
She fit against him so perfectly, every curve, every breath they shared, seemed to match in a way he hadn’t expected.
 
His fingers grazed the [b]soft curve of her waist[/b], just above her hip, slowly, but deliberately, brushing over the delicate arch of her back, feeling the subtle, almost imperceptible shift of her body as she leaned into him.

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