Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya snapped her gaze forward again.
Stiff. Shaken. Chest rising and falling too fast.
 
Ravi stayed there… breath shattered, heart hammering painfully.
He barely moved, just a retreat of inches, but it felt like ripping himself away from gravity.
 
His mind screamed:
"What have you done…? What did you just do…? She’s married… he’s right there…"
 
But another voice whispered just as loudly:
"She didn’t stop you… she didn’t push you away… she didn’t turn her face…"
 
The tension became unbearable.
 
Priya’s right hand remained trapped in Amit’s gentle grip.
Her left side still radiated the heat of Ravi’s closeness.
Her lips tingled with the echo of a touch she shouldn’t have allowed.
 
Her thoughts spiraled violently, trembling:
"No… no more… stop this… you have to stop this…"
"…but why did it feel so soft… why did it feel like I’ve been waiting for something I can’t even admit…"
 
She shifted in her seat, barely, almost imperceptibly, but Ravi felt it like a shockwave.
 
Her body was trembling.
Her breath uneven.
Her shoulders tense and scared and wanting all at once.
 
The movie thundered on, oblivious.
 
Ravi exhaled slowly, quietly, fighting to keep his breath steady.
He didn’t dare reach for her hand now.
Didn’t dare lean into her again.
 
But the damage was done.
Or the confession.
Or both.
 
Priya glanced sideways, the smallest flick of her eyes, terrified someone might see, but she only saw him.
 
Ravi.
Looking at her with a mixture of guilt and longing that made her stomach drop.
 
His eyes were not proud.
Not triumphant.
Not demanding.
They were scared.
And soft.
And filled with something too tender, too deep, too dangerous.
 
She looked away instantly, breath shaking.
 
Amit shifted again on her right side, tightening his hold on her hand affectionately.
It was innocent. Completely innocent.
 
But to Priya, it felt like the ground collapsing beneath her.
 
Her husband’s warmth on one side.
The aftertaste of Ravi’s forbidden first kiss closeness on the other.
Her heart caught in the burning space between them.
 
Ravi lowered his gaze, guilt gnawing at him, the echo of her lips still burning on his own.
 
He whispered in his mind,
"I’m sorry… I’m sorry… but I can’t stop feeling this…"
 
She whispered in hers,
"Please, Ravi… please don’t make this harder… don’t make me choose…"
 
But the tension wouldn’t fade.
It grew thicker, heavier, suffocating.
 
The movie blurred.
The theater dimmed.
The screen flickered like a heartbeat.
 
And in that deepening darkness, Priya sat between two impossible worlds —
one holding her hand,
and one holding her breath.
 
Her heart pounded violently.
Her lips trembled.
Her mind broke apart.
Nothing would be the same after this.
 
The air between them felt charged, electric, unbearable.
Every small movement, every tiny inhale, every heartbeat was magnified, amplified into pure, tense awareness.
 
Even Amit’s calm, steady grip, so normal, so safe, now felt foreign, almost unreal, an anchor she couldn’t fully hold onto.
 
Ravi’s warmth lingered like a ghost against her skin, impossible to ignore, impossible to dismiss.
 
And she wanted to.
She needed to.
But every instinct, every nerve, every whisper of forbidden desire refused.
 
She closed her eyes for a fraction, just to survive the moment
And when she reopened them, the screen’s glow seemed harsher, almost accusing, as if the universe itself were watching them, testing the limits of their restraint.
 

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