Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya Didi laughed softly, a sound that seemed to fill the room with warmth. She leaned slightly forward to sip her coffee, and Ravi found himself noticing again, the curve of her lips, the gentle softness, the way they moved with natural elegance.
 
He thought of how just a smile from her could change the course of his day, and now he understood why.
 
“You really need to focus on your breakfast,” she teased gently, though the warmth in her voice was undeniable. She took another spoonful of upma, her movements deliberate, yet graceful, almost hypnotic in their calm beauty.
 
Ravi ate slowly, savoring not just the food, but the quiet intimacy of the morning, the soft shared space, the ease of conversation, the subtle electricity of unspoken understanding. Every glance, every movement of her hands or lips, seemed magnified in the soft light of the kitchen.
 
He noticed the faint gleam of sweat along the small hollow of her waist, how it caught the sun for just a second, and the simple perfection of her slender fingers wrapping around her coffee cup.
 
“You’ve been quiet this morning,” she observed, raising her dark, expressive eyes to meet his. “Are you planning to answer me, or just stare all day?”
 
Ravi laughed softly, swallowing his nervousness with a sip of coffee. “I’m… just taking it in, Didi. It’s been a long time since… since mornings felt like this.”
 
She nodded, a quiet understanding in her gaze. “Mornings are meant to be slow, Ravi. To breathe. To notice. I think… maybe we both needed this.”
 
They ate together for a while in silence, broken only by soft sips of coffee and the occasional playful remark from Priya Didi. Each word, each glance, was gentle, filled with forgiveness and unspoken affection.
 
The tension that had hovered over the house for weeks had dissolved, replaced by a delicate, tender warmth.
 
Ravi found himself drawn to her again and again, the subtle lines of her jaw, the soft glow of her skin, the graceful curve of her neck, the quiet elegance of her hands as she held the spoon.
 
And those lips… he couldn’t stop noticing the way they moved, the way they curved in a smile or pressed lightly against the rim of her cup. They seemed impossibly soft, impossibly alive, and utterly captivating.
 
“You’re daydreaming again,” Priya Didi said suddenly, her tone teasing but gentle. She adjusted her pallu once more, sliding it lightly back into place, but not before Ravi noticed the faint curve of her waist one last time.
 
“I’m… I’m just… enjoying the morning,” he admitted, his voice soft. “And… your company.”
 
Her smile widened, warmer now, genuine and unguarded. “Then don’t waste the moment thinking too hard. Eat your breakfast, Ravi. Let’s make sure this morning lasts.”
 
And for the first time in what felt like months, Ravi felt the simple joy of a morning shared in the quiet presence of someone who mattered more than anything.
 
The food, the light, the subtle warmth of her body across the table from him, and the smile that had returned to her lips, it was enough.
 
More than enough.
 
It felt like home again.
 
 

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