Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Each flicker lit up parts of her face: her cheek, her jawline, the curve of her eyelashes when she blinked.
 
Each flicker also illuminated something inside her eyes, something warm, something conflicted, something she tried to crush with every breath.
 
She shifted in her seat suddenly, a controlled movement, as though reminding herself of where she was.
 
But in shifting, her arm brushed his.
Her saree whispered against him.
Her hand slid a millimeter closer to his.
 
She stiffened for a second, her body giving away the smallest spark of panic.
 
“No… no, this is too close… I shouldn’t… I can’t…”
 
But when she relaxed again, her fingers remained in that same dangerous closeness to his hand.
 
Ravi didn’t dare move.
He felt everything.
Every emotion she tried to hide.
Every conflict she tried to manage.

Every unspoken desire she didn’t quite succeed in burying.
 
And then, the movie light flashed across her eyes, and he saw it.
 
A tremble.
A soft tightening of her lips.
As if she were silently scolding herself.
 
But she still stayed beside him.
Still close.
Still warm.
 
The tension between them thickened, soft but unbearable, silent but screaming.
 
Ravi inhaled.
Slowly.
Quietly.
Trying to calm the wildfire rising inside him.
 
A minute passed.
Two.
Ten.
 
Their hands remained close.
Too close.
Dangerously close.
 
Her fingers finally brushed his again, not by accident this time.
He felt the intentional softness in that touch.
 
And then she froze, as though startled by her own action. 
Her breath caught, barely audible. 
She quickly straightened her back, eyes fixed on the screen with rigid determination.
 
“Stop it… control yourself… don’t let him sense it…”
 
But her hand didn’t retreat.
 
Ravi barely breathed, afraid to even disturb the air around them.
 
He moved his fingers again.
A slow, feather-light graze.
 
Her eyelashes fluttered, the smallest reaction, but unmistakable.
 
The entire world shrank into that one, fragile sliver of space where their hands almost touched, where their skin met in stolen sparks and impossible longing.
 
The movie continued.
 
But for them, the story unfolding on the screen was nothing compared to the one unfolding between their hands.
 
Their silent, forbidden tension grew thicker.
Stronger.
Unavoidable.

A quiet fire neither of them dared name, yet neither could leave untouched.

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