Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi smiled again, the warmth in his eyes deepening. I always do, he thought. I can’t forget her.
 
She reached for the garlic naan, her fingers brushing the soft bread. The plate shifted, and a few crumbs scattered. She moved to catch them, but Ravi’s hand was already there, steadying hers.
 
"Let me," he said softly, his voice calm.
 
His fingers brushed against hers in a light, unhurried way. The touch lingered just long enough to stir something deep inside her, a soft shiver of warmth and vulnerability. The simplicity of the gesture, of him steadying her hand, made her feel held in a way words couldn’t express.
 
"You’re too careful," she teased, her voice softer than usual. Her heart quickened, the tremor in her words betraying the fluttering in her chest.
 
"I just want to take care of you," Ravi replied, his voice heavy with meaning. His gaze held hers, searching, as though reaching for something deeper. She saw it there, something they hadn’t shared in a long time, something more than tenderness.
 
Ravi dipped a small piece of naan into the creamy dal makhani and held it close to her lips. "Here," he said, his voice tender. "Let me feed you."
 
Priya Didi hesitated, her breath catching, but then she parted her lips instinctively. As the warm piece touched her mouth, she felt the lightest brush of his fingers against her lips. The touch lingered, soft, warm, a fleeting moment that felt like it stretched out forever.
 
Ravi felt the softness of her lips, the delicate wetness from the dal, and the perfect texture of her skin. The sensation was electric, tender, and profound. He pulled his hand away slowly, his gaze locking with hers as they shared a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy.
 
Priya Didi swallowed, her heart racing, but she couldn’t look away. The moment had passed, but it lingered in the quiet of the room, both of them aware of the silent connection that had formed.
 
"You’ve been so good to me," she whispered, her voice catching. "I didn’t expect this. After everything."
 
Ravi’s expression softened as he adjusted her pillows, his hands gentle. "I know I’ve made mistakes," he said, his voice low, almost raw. "But I’m trying to make up for them. I want you to know I still care. I always have."
 
Her heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t just the words, it was the weight of them. And for the first time in weeks, the walls around her heart began to crumble.

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