Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Amit, who had been busy in the other room, returned to see them both ready to go. “Looking good, you two,” he said with an approving nod, his eyes twinkling. “Let’s get going before we miss the start of the movie.”
 
The evening air was cool as they stepped outside, and the city around them hummed with energy as they made their way to the car. Ravi felt light, the tension that had once marked his days slipping away.
 
The drive to the movie theater was full of laughter and small talk, Amit discussing his usual penchant for food, Priya Didi gently teasing him, and Ravi listening quietly, content just to be in their company.
 
By 5:00, they arrived at the theater, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement as the crowd filtered in. They made their way to the ticket counter, and the clerk showed them the remaining available seats.
 
The only option for three together was F1, F2, F3, located on the far left side of the row, right next to the wall. There weren’t many choices, so they went ahead and purchased the tickets for those seats.
 
Once inside the theater, they walked toward the row, Ravi leading the way to F1 on the far left. Priya Didi followed him, and Amit took his seat next to her in F3, toward the middle.
 
The row was nearly full, and as they settled into their spots, the lights began to flicker and dim, signaling that the movie was about to start. Ravi, now seated next to the wall, could feel Priya Didi just a few inches away in F2, the quiet scent of her perfume lingering in the air.
 
As the theater quieted and the screen lit up with the opening scenes, Ravi found his mind racing. The warmth of Priya Didi’s presence beside him was undeniable, the gentle curve of her shoulder brushing his ever so slightly, the soft glow of her face in the dimmed light.
 
For a moment, he could almost feel the soft breath from her side, and he couldn’t help but feel a tightening in his chest.
 
The anticipation of the movie was overshadowed by the awareness of just how close she was. 

His pulse quickened, not from the story unfolding on the screen, but from the proximity to her, the feeling of her warmth just beside him.
 
Ravi tried to focus on the movie, but his thoughts kept wandering back to her, the way her body seemed to settle so naturally beside him, the soft rustling of her saree when she adjusted slightly in her seat.
 
The darkness of the theater only made everything feel more intimate, more intense, and Ravi’s mind struggled to find a rhythm between the movie and the pull of his emotions.
 
There was no time to think much more about it, though, the movie had begun in earnest. Yet Ravi couldn’t shake the feeling that the real story unfolding wasn’t on the screen, but in the quiet moments between him and Priya Didi, sitting so close, yet so far away.

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