Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Her lips parted slightly as she shifted in her seat, her leg moving just enough that the fabric of her saree brushed against his again.
 
The soft sensation, the glide of material against his skin, set his nerves alight. He almost couldn’t stand it.
 
And then, in the silence between them, she looked at him.
Brief.
Fleeting.
 
Her gaze met his and quickly darted away, but it was enough. Enough to leave him breathless.
 
It was the look of someone who was torn.
 
Torn between the husband beside her and the pull of something dangerous, something that had been building for days, for weeks, maybe even longer.
 
“Don’t…”
Her thoughts were a whirlwind now. “This can’t happen. I can’t let this happen. But… I want it. I do. I do…”
 
Ravi moved his hand a little closer. Just a fraction.
Just enough to let his fingers lightly brush the back of her hand.
 
Priya’s body flinched at the touch, but she didn’t pull away.
She didn’t pull back.
 
Her body remained so close to his, but it was almost as if the invisible walls around her were beginning to crumble.
 
Amit.
He was still there.
Still oblivious.
Still close.
 
But Priya Didi’s entire focus was on Ravi.
The quiet, forbidden closeness.
The almost imperceptible warmth between them.
 
The way their hands now hovered in such delicate proximity that it felt impossible not to cross that final line.
 
The sound of Amit’s breathing, steady and unbothered, only seemed to heighten the feeling that they were doing something wrong.
 
His presence, now more of a threat than a comfort, made her heartbeat quicken even more.
 
“What if he feels it? What if he notices? What will I say… what will I do?”
 
But still, Ravi didn’t pull back.
He kept his hand hovering near hers, his fingers curling slightly, offering just enough space for her to decide.
 
Her inner conflict grew unbearable, her breath shaky as she felt the heat of his fingers, the heat of her own emotions, too much to keep in.
 
Amit’s head turned slightly, his hand brushing her leg as he reached for the popcorn.
And Priya flinched at the sudden shift, her pulse shooting up again.
 
But still, Ravi didn’t pull away.
His hand remained, close enough to her skin that she could feel his presence like a quiet ache.
 
And she couldn’t.
She couldn’t decide.
 
Every inch of her body wanted to give in, to lean closer to him, to let the moment stretch out further.
 
Every inch of her body screamed for the relief of what felt like a secret, a kiss of something untouchable, something she should have never wanted.
 
But she didn’t.
She couldn’t.
 
Her husband was beside her.

And she wasn’t sure what was more terrifying,
The thought of what she might feel if she allowed herself to take that final step with Ravi,
Or the guilt of her own desires.
 

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