Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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“I don’t want to hold on to this anger anymore,” Priya admits, her voice a little more steady now. "I don’t want to keep pushing you away... because, Ravi... you’ve been good to me. More than I deserve."
 
The words hang in the air for a moment, and Ravi looks at her, his eyes softened with hope and something deeper, something more intimate. He doesn’t say anything right away, but the way he looks at her, like she’s the only person in the world, makes her heart flutter.
 
His hand moves almost instinctively to her ankle again, his fingers brushing gently against her skin as if to reassure her of his presence, of his care. His touch is warm and comforting, a steady reminder of everything he’s been trying to show her.
 
Priya doesn’t pull away. She lets his touch linger, letting herself feel the gentle affection in his every movement. She closes her eyes for a moment, letting herself sink into the quiet. She’s still angry, still hurt, but there’s something in the way he’s holding her now, in the way he’s looking at her, that makes her want to believe again.
 
“I know I haven’t been perfect,” he says softly, his voice full of remorse, but also determination. “But if you’ll let me... I’ll spend every day showing you how much you mean to me. I’ll never take you for granted again.”
 
Priya lets out a soft breath, a little shakier than she intends. “Ravi... I don’t know if I can ever forget everything that happened, but... I don’t want to fight you anymore. I don’t want to push you away.”
 
Her words hang between them, a fragile peace settling in the quiet of the room. Ravi’s hand moves to hers, his fingers brushing against her palm, and she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she lets him hold her hand, the warmth of his touch wrapping around her in a way that feels both comforting and intimate.
 
“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice small but filled with something new. “Thank you for never giving up on me.”
 
Ravi gives her a soft smile, his heart full. “I’ll never give up on you, Priya Didi. Never.”
 
For the first time in weeks, Priya feels the heavy weight of her anger starting to lift, replaced by something gentler, something more tender. The walls she’s built around her heart start to crack, just a little, and she lets herself feel that soft, fragile hope.
 
The space between them, once filled with silence and distance, now feels different, closer, warmer. The unspoken tension has shifted, replaced by a quiet understanding, a quiet promise that things could heal, that maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other.
 
She looks up at him, her eyes soft, no longer clouded with doubt. “Ravi... I think I might be ready to let go of the past. I think I might be ready to move forward with you.”
 
His smile deepens, his heart lighter than it has been in days. Slowly, carefully, he leans in closer, his lips just inches from hers, and for a long moment, neither of them speaks.
 
And then, in the quiet of the room, Ravi leans in just enough to brush his lips gently against her forehead, a soft, loving gesture that says everything neither of them can put into words.
 
And Priya, for the first time in a long while, allows herself to lean into him, her heart full of something new, a feeling of hope, a feeling of forgiveness, and a feeling that, maybe, love can heal after all.

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