Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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When she finally turned to face him, her saree had settled softly around her, the dark blue fabric emphasizing the gentle lines of her slender waist.
 
The slight shift of her pallu, now falling with casual perfection, suggested effortless allure without intention, and yet, Ravi’s eyes traced the shape of her torso, the soft rise of her waist beneath the fabric, the elegance of her posture.
 
“You should sit before it gets cold,” she said, tilting her head slightly, her smile softening into warmth. “Eat, Ravi.”
 
He moved to his seat, careful, almost reluctant to break the spell of the moment. Priya Didi sat opposite him, her saree flowing around her like liquid silk. She poured herself coffee, the small gestures mesmerizing in their calm and quiet beauty.
 
Ravi could not help but notice the way her lips glimmered as she sipped, full and soft, catching the light in a way that made them seem even more delicate. He thought of how that small curve of her mouth could express so much, warmth, care, playfulness, and an unspoken command of attention all at once.
 
Priya Didi took a bite of her upma, chewing slowly and deliberately. Ravi tried to mirror her pace, though his eyes strayed more than once.
 
The curve of her neck as she tilted her head to sip the coffee, the soft motion of her lips around the spoon, every detail seemed amplified, and he felt an ache in his chest, both tender and fleeting.
 
“You’re staring again, Ravi,” she said suddenly, a playful edge in her tone. Her dark eyes held that teasing spark, and for a moment, Ravi felt caught.
 
“I… I’m not, Didi,” he stammered, looking down at his plate. “I… I’m just eating.”
 
Priya Didi tilted her head slightly, raising one eyebrow. “Hmm, is that so?” she asked, her lips curling in a smile that was part challenge, part amusement. She adjusted her pallu delicately, the motion casual but precise, and the soft fabric brushed lightly against her waist. “You always look, Ravi. Don’t deny it.”
 
Ravi’s cheeks warmed. “I… It’s… I can’t help it, Didi,” he admitted softly, almost in a whisper. “You look… beautiful.”
 
Her gaze softened, and for a heartbeat, there was no teasing at all. She allowed herself a small flicker of pride, but then she feigned a tiny frown, lifting her hand to her pallu and adjusting it with deliberate precision. “Beautiful, huh?” she asked lightly, her voice carrying mock reproach. “What exactly are you looking at?”
 
“I…” Ravi hesitated, caught in the vulnerability of the moment. “You… all of you, Didi… you just… shine in the morning.”

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