Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The Movie: Unspoken Tension (Part 9)
 

The movie hummed along, the dim light from the screen flickering across the theater. Ravi’s attention, as always, was mostly on Priya Didi beside him. Every subtle movement she made, the slight sway of her body, the delicate curve of her shoulder against the darkness, seemed amplified in the quiet of the row. He couldn't look away. Every inch of her felt alive. Her presence, a magnet, a pull he couldn’t resist.
 
Her lips, soft and slightly parted as she watched the screen.
The quiet rise and fall of her chest.
Her scent, a whisper of jasmine and sandalwood, still lingering from the interval.
 
A few minutes into the film, Amit’s phone vibrated, breaking the silence. He whispered something apologetically and stood.
“It’s an urgent call from the office. I’ll step outside and be back in a while, it may take a bit longer as they are production issues,” he said, leaving the seat beside Priya empty.
 
The absence of Amit shifted the air between them. The space around Ravi and Priya seemed to condense.
 
More private now.
More intimate.
The theater’s darkness cocooned them.
 
Ravi’s pulse quickened.
His heart thundered in his chest as he gathered his courage.
The moment was too perfect.
The air between them felt thicker, charged.
His hand itched to touch her.
But he couldn’t act too quickly, couldn’t be too obvious.
 
He started slowly, letting his arm rest casually against hers. It wasn’t much, a light, casual press, but the contact sent a spark through him, spreading warmth through his veins. Priya, aware of his closeness, glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Her lips curled upward slightly. A small smile. Subtle. But it spoke volumes. She knew.
 
Her breath stilled, almost imperceptible.
She hadn’t pulled away.
Not yet.
 
Ravi shifted again, his movements slow, deliberate. He could feel the heat of her skin just inches from his. With exquisite slowness, he began to inch his right hand toward her. His fingers brushed against her arm. It was soft, delicate skin. Warm. His fingers moving on her arm feeling the warmth of her body. A jolt ran through him.
 
Her breath caught. 
A sharp inhale. 
He saw her eyes flash to his, a brief moment of hesitation. 

A question. 
Her lips parted, and she whispered his name, 
“Ravi…” Her voice soft.
Almost inaudible beneath the soundtrack of the movie. 
The briefest tension in the air.

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