Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Her body tensed between the two men, her right hand trapped in her husband’s, her left side burning from the ache of Ravi’s nearness.
 
For a long, fragile moment, she didn’t move.
She couldn’t.
 
The golden glow from the screen brushed softly across her face, highlighting the delicate tension in her jaw.
 
Her eyes shimmered with trembling confusion she tried desperately to hide.
Her lips parted as she exhaled, a breath that shook like someone holding back far too much.
 
“Why is this happening now…? Why both… why at the same time…?”
 
Amit rubbed her hand gently, affectionate, steady, oblivious.
The simple tenderness should have grounded her.
Should have calmed her spinning heart.
Should have reminded her of who she was… and to whom she belonged.
 
But instead…
 
It only intensified the fire burning on her left side.
 
Ravi shifted, slow, hesitant, the faint warmth of his breath brushing the edge of her shoulder.
He didn’t move his hand this time.
But his body moved.
 
He leaned in.
Gently.
Carefully.
Almost timidly.
 
And then, with a quiet courage trembling inside him, he rested his head against her left shoulder.
 
Priya’s entire body froze.
 
It wasn’t bold.
It wasn’t forceful.
It wasn’t wrong in an obvious, visible way.
 
But
 
It was bold
It was soft.
Vulnerable.
 
A gesture that felt like a silent confession, as if he were simply leaning into her warmth, needing her presence more than anything else in the world.
 
A whisper of contact.
His hair brushing the edge of her saree.
His cheek barely grazing her shoulder.
 
But it was enough to send a pulse of heat trembling through her entire being.
 
She drew in a sharp breath.
Too sharp.
Too sudden.
 
Amit didn’t notice.
He was absorbed in the film.
 
But Priya felt her heartbeat slam against her ribs, so strongly she feared Ravi could feel it through her shoulder.
 
Her breath caught again as she tried to process the sensation of him resting so close, his warmth seeping into her, melting the boundary she had fought so hard to maintain.
 
Her thoughts shattered.
 
“Ravi… no… what are you doing…? My husband… he’s holding my hand… he’s right here…”
 
“I shouldn’t feel this… I can’t feel this… but why does it feel… so…”
 
His head rested lightly against her shoulder.

And for a moment, just a heartbeat, it felt like the entire theater melted away.
 
No Amit.
No rules.
No consequences.

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