Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Priya Didi's Thoughts at Night
 
The soft rustling of the sheets beside her was the only sound in the room, and it almost seemed as though the world outside had paused entirely. Priya Didi lay still on her bed, her eyes wide open, staring at the darkened ceiling. The stillness of the night echoed in her thoughts, and the weight of the moment settled heavily on her chest.
 
Amit lay beside her, his steady, rhythmic breathing the only evidence that he was there at all. He had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep, his face relaxed in the tranquility of his rest. But Priya’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, each one crashing into the next, creating a storm that refused to settle.
 
She shifted slightly onto her side, careful not to disturb him, but the discomfort she had carried through the day lingered like a shadow. Today had felt different. Not in any overt way, but in the way everything seemed just a little more real. The moments that had seemed so natural before now carried an odd weight, a significance she wasn’t ready to confront.
 
The memory of Ravi’s care from earlier that day resurfaced in her mind. The way he had gently massaged her ankle, his fingers tender and meticulous as he worked the balm into her skin, had shaken her in ways she wasn’t prepared for. His touch had been so gentle, so filled with remorse, and yet there was something in it that had felt... different. Comforting.
 
“Why did I let him get so close?” she asked herself, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of the blanket, seeking some sort of grounding. “Why did I feel comfort in his touch? I should’ve stopped him. I should have kept my distance.”
 
But even as the words formed in her mind, they felt... wrong. Contradictory.
 
“I didn’t... I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this... but why does it feel so right?”
 
She exhaled slowly, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to push away the discomfort, but it was no use. The pull, the need, to understand what had just happened, to make sense of the moments she’d shared with Ravi, was stronger than the guilt gnawing at her.

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