Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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He inhaled slowly and rested his hand again on the shared armrest. 

This time, he let his fingers settle a little more openly, not touching her, not claiming anything, but not hiding either.
 
And then he tried. Just once.
Just softly.
 
His fingers moved, a subtle glide, closer to hers.
 
Priya’s breath caught.
A flicker of fear.
A flicker of something else.
 
Her hand twitched back instinctively, as though her body wanted to retreat.
 
But then… she paused.
 
She didn’t pull away fully.
She didn’t reclaim her hand.
She just stayed frozen, halfway between resistance and surrender.
 
He felt the hesitation vibrating in her stillness.
 
“Ravi… no… please… not here… not now…”
“Amit is right beside me. What are you doing…? What am I doing…?”
 
The movie thundered loudly for a moment, explosions, music, chaos, but inside her mind, there was only quiet panic and trembling warmth.
 
Ravi exhaled softly.
He didn’t push further.
He let the closeness remain without crossing the invisible line she was trying so hard to protect.
 
Her fingers relaxed slowly.
Carefully.
As though releasing a breath she’d held too long.
 
The screen flashed again, bright white light across her face, and he saw it:
 
A softness in her eyes.
A longing she immediately tried to hide.
A warmth she was fighting with every bit of restraint she had.
 
She shifted again, slower this time, and her saree brushed against his arm.
 
The fabric was smooth, cool, with that slight shimmer catching the light like tiny stars.
 
The border touched his skin and lingered there for just a second longer than necessary.
 
Her body betrayed her.
 
Even in resistance, she couldn’t escape the pull.
 
Ravi swallowed hard.
“She feels it… she does… she’s trying not to…”
 
He turned his hand a fraction, barely a movement, and his fingers brushed the back of hers again.
 
Priya tensed sharply.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, so small, so quick, but real.
Real enough to make his pulse burst hot through his veins.
 
She immediately straightened.
Shoulders tense.
Back rigid.
 
She pulled her hand away.
 
Not abruptly.
Not rejecting.
Just a slow, careful withdrawal, the kind someone makes when every part of their mind screams no, but their heart is still whispering wait….
 
Her hand moved into her lap, fingers clasped together tightly.
 
And for the first time during that movie... 
She looked at him.
Only a second.
Only a glance.
 
But that glance…
 
It was everything.

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