Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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As he moved closer to the bed, the decision became more and more impossible to resist. He could feel the weight of the room, the temptation in the air. This was her bed, Priya Didi’s bed. The place where she slept, where she had shared herself with Amit.
 
It was sacred. Yet sitting on it felt strangely natural. His body longed for it, and it was almost as if the space between them would shrink, would become more real, if he did.
 
“Amit is her husband,” his mind whispered, “This is where they shared their life, their love, their intimacy. This is where they were close. And yet, here I am in their bedroom.  She is in the bed sleeping and waiting for me (even though for me to apply the balm). So close, sitting here, on their bed. Why does it feel so tempting?” The thought of Amit, his best friend, somehow made the desire inside him burn even brighter.
 
Priya was his wife, here she is in their bed, and here he was, feeling drawn to her in a way he shouldn’t, even more so because of who she belonged to. It was a forbidden line, and Ravi could barely hold himself back.
 
“What am I doing? I’m betraying Amit, betraying everything I’ve ever stood for. I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be feeling this way. And yet... every part of me wants her. Wants this.” The darkness in Ravi’s heart grew heavier with every passing second.
 
He felt like a man torn between his loyalty to his best friend and the raw desire to claim something that wasn’t his. Every inch of this bed, every moment spent in Priya’s presence, felt like a stolen sin he couldn’t resist.
 
“I want to feel her, feel the softness of her skin beneath me, hear her breath quicken, see her eyes lose control. I want to make her forget he’s ever been here, to erase the memory of Amit, to make her mine. Even if only for this moment.” The thought struck him like a wave, drowning any remaining doubts. The darkness deep inside him is taking him over.
 
His inner conflict deepened, the darkness closing in, but the temptation was too strong. The impulse to sit, to get closer, was now an urgent need that he couldn’t suppress. He reached out, but the act of lowering himself onto the bed was a step too far, even for him.

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