Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Outside the Theater - The Walk to the Car
 
As the credits rolled to an end, the three of them rose from their seats, their footsteps echoing in the now-empty auditorium. The theater lights brightened, spilling their soft glow into the lobby.
 
People slowly began to stretch, check their phones, and gather their belongings in a tired shuffle, the evening coming to a close.
 
Amit was the first to stand, brushing popcorn crumbs off his shirt with an almost ritualistic air.
 
“Not bad, huh? Bit long… but I liked it,” he said, a casual comment in the air.
 
Priya rose beside him, her presence a gentle grace in the dimming light. She adjusted the pallu of her dark saree, the fabric shimmering faintly, catching the glow of the lights.
 
The gold border danced under the illumination as she tucked a stray pleat back into place, moving with an effortless elegance.
 
“I liked it too,” she replied softly, her voice a quiet hum. “The ending made up for the long buildup.”
 
Ravi followed a few steps behind, walking slowly, almost in a trance, letting the small distance between them become an excuse to watch her. His gaze was tender and silent, not obvious, but the admiration in his eyes was unmistakable.
 
The lights of the theater, soft and golden, licked over her back, highlighting the smooth line of her spine, the poised curve of her shoulders. Her saree, dark and flowing, hugged her at the waist, swaying with every step, the pleats fluttering like whispered secrets.
 
Her hair, loose, dark waves, brushed gently against the fabric of her saree, rustling softly as she shifted, her fingers tucking a stray strand behind her ear.
 
Ravi couldn’t help but feel his heart stir as his eyes traced the contours of Priya’s back. The blouse she wore, delicate and thin, clung to the graceful curve of her spine, the subtle protrusion of her shoulder blades, and the gentle swell of her hips.
 
The dim lighting of the parking lot cast a soft glow on her skin, accentuating the warmth that radiated from her. His gaze lingered, tracing the tiny birthmark near her shoulder, the freckle that adorned her skin just above the curve of her neck.
 
Her movements were hypnotic. Every step, every sway of her body, every flutter of the fabric called out to him, drawing his attention deeper and deeper. 

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