Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya Didi shifted slightly, testing her ankle. The movement brought them closer, his warmth pressing against her. She felt safe, comforted by his presence.
 
The room bathed in soft afternoon light, she looked up at him. "I didn’t think I’d be able to get back to this point," she thought, her heart softening. But maybe… maybe it’s not too late.
 
Ravi continued to serve her with quiet care. There was something more in the way he did it, something that felt like more than just a meal. The small gestures, the tenderness in his touch, showed her that he still cared, that he was still there.
 
The silence between them was comfortable, broken only by the soft clink of silverware and her shifting in the bed.
 
"How’s the ankle?" he asked, his voice steady, full of concern.
 
She shifted carefully, the pain now distant. "Better. Honestly, I think you’ve worked some magic."
 
He laughed softly, his eyes bright. "Then I’ll keep at it. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re okay."
 
Their eyes locked, a quiet intensity hanging in the air. They weren’t where they used to be, but something had shifted. The walls between them were starting to crumble and something new was beginning to take shape ,  something real, fragile, but real.
 
For a brief moment, they stayed there, their gazes locked, the weight of their unspoken understanding hanging between them. Neither of them spoke, but the silence felt different now. It was no longer heavy or uncomfortable. It was full of possibility, of things not yet said, but somehow understood.
 
Priya Didi’s heart fluttered, the words she had been holding back finally bubbling to the surface. "Thank you, Ravi," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the gratitude was unmistakable. "For everything."
 
The words lingered in the air, and Ravi’s gaze softened, a tenderness in his eyes that made her chest tighten. "I’m just trying to be there for you," he said, his voice low, steady. "In any way I can."
 
She smiled, a soft, genuine smile, one that reached her eyes. The feeling of being cared for, of not being alone in this quiet, fragile moment, wrapped around her like a warm blanket. She hadn’t realized how much she needed this ,  his presence, his quiet gestures, the way he was tending to her in ways that were more than physical. It was emotional, too.

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