Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Her eyes were wide, shimmering in the flickering movie light. A mix of warning, apology, fear, and beneath all of it, a warmth she didn’t want him to see.
 
Ravi held her gaze.
Only for a heartbeat.
 
Then she tore her eyes away, trying to pretend nothing had happened.
 
She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her hand trembling slightly as she did. The dim reflection from the screen slid down the side of her neck, illuminating the curve of her jaw, the soft glow of her skin, the delicate movement of her throat as she swallowed.
 
She whispered inside herself, frantic:
“Control yourself… control yourself… you’re married… he’s so close… Amit is right there…”
 
But her body…
Her breath…
Her eyes…
 
They told another story.
 
And Ravi felt that story in every heartbeat.
 
He leaned back slightly, trying to give her space, trying to show he understood her resistance, her struggle, her fear of being seen. But even in giving space, he remained close enough that their arms brushed whenever she shifted.
 
And she shifted often.
 
Each time, she froze for a fraction of a second.
Each time, she held her breath.
Each time, she chose not to move too far away.
 
The movie scenes blended into color and noise.
 
Her presence consumed everything else.
 
And then, another subtle advancement.
 
He rested his hand near the armrest again.
Open.
Relaxed.
Inviting, but not demanding.
 
A quiet question.
 
She saw it.
Her eyes flickered down for a second, barely a second, then shot back to the screen.
 
Her fingers curled.
Uncurled.
Curled again.
 
Her breath shook.
 
She hesitated.
Long enough for him to feel the war inside her.
 
And then slowly, painfully slowly, her hand drifted back toward the armrest. Not directly touching his. Not accepting everything. But close.
 
Too close.
 
The kind of closeness that speaks louder than any touch.
 
Her fingers trembled as they settled near his. Ravi felt the warmth of her skin through that fragile distance, a warmth that felt like a confession she didn’t dare speak.
 
Her inner voice whispered again:
“Just… stay like this… only this… nothing more… please…”
 
But her body leaned the slightest bit closer to him.
Barely noticeable.
Except to him.
 
And him alone.
 
The theater remained dark.
The world continued moving.
The movie played without mattering.
 
But between their hands, between their breaths, between their trembling restraint and silent yearning…
 
Something deepening.
Something forbidden.
Something inevitable.
 
And neither of them knew how to stop it.

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