Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Time passed in slow waves.
The movie played on.
Their silence became a living thing.
 
And then, a moment so small it should have meant nothing, her fingers shifted.
 
Only a fraction.
Only enough to brush against the side of his hand.
 
A soft, trembling contact.
Barely there. But it detonated through him.
 
Ravi froze.
So did she.
 
The movie thundered on with some dramatic chase scene, but the only sound Ravi heard was the pounding in his chest. 
He didn’t dare turn his head. 
Didn’t dare look at her. If he did, something inside him might break loose.
 
Her hand didn’t move away.
 
She stayed.
Perfectly still.
As if waiting to see what he would do.
Or maybe waiting to see what she would do.
 
Her breath changed, softer, slightly uneven.
Barely noticeable.
But he noticed. He noticed everything.
 
A long, fragile moment passed.
 
And then she shifted again, not toward him, not away, just enough that her fingers brushed his once more, a deliberate softness hidden in the casual movement.
 
His pulse surged.
 
“No… don’t read into it. She didn’t mean it… did she?”
“She should pull away.”
“Why isn’t she pulling away?”
 
He let his fingers stay still, not touching her directly, but not withdrawing either. 

The air between their hands felt charged, warm, alive, a shared secret that neither had spoken into existence, yet both felt tightening around them.
 
Her inner voice trembled inside her, though Ravi could only guess at it from the way she sat slightly straighter.
 
“Ravi… what are you doing…? Amit is here… don’t make me feel this… don’t make me remember this feeling…”
 
She exhaled, long and quiet, like someone trying to stay composed.
 
And that was when he finally dared to breathe again.
 
He shifted his hand the slightest bit, a soft, hesitant movement. 
His fingers grazed hers. 
Just lightly. 
Just enough to ask a question that neither of them could speak.
 
Her fingers tensed, only for a heartbeat, then relaxed again.
 
She didn’t move away.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t reclaim her hand.
 
She simply let the moment exist, raw, fragile, forbidden.
 
The dark theater pulsed around them.
The screen brightened, then dimmed.
Brightened.
Dimmed.

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