Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi’s eyes, though they should have been fixed on the path ahead, were only on Priya.
 
He admired how her calves tightened and relaxed with each step, how her skirt shifted, riding up just slightly, grazing the back of her thighs, and how the curve of her ass swayed gently with each movement.
 
The scent of jasmine wafted up to him, wrapping around his senses like a soft, intoxicating cloud.
 
“She’s so close… so perfect… I want to touch her so badly, but not here… not yet…”
 
Amit, meanwhile, had unlocked the car, slipping inside with an almost exaggerated flourish.
 
“Come, slowly. I’ll start the AC, it's too humid outside,” he said, sliding into the driver’s seat and tossing the keys onto the dashboard.
 
Priya moved toward the passenger seat, and Ravi, ever so slightly, fell back just enough to create a sliver of space between them. Yet the proximity of the Mini Cooper’s tight back seat brought them closer than Ravi could ever have imagined, forcing them into an intimate closeness, hidden in the shadows.
 
Just as they were about to settle in, Amit froze.
 
“Wait… I left a Coke bottle here in the morning,” Amit said, pausing and leaning over to peer inside.
 
Priya bent slightly to peer inside. “Still good, you think?”
 
Ravi, unable to resist, called out gently from behind, his voice teasing, but the warmth in it was unmistakable.
 
“Morning bottles can be unpredictable, Amit. Try not to open it now.”
 
Amit waved him off. “I’ve got this. It’ll be fine.”
 
He twisted the cap.
 
PSSSSSSHHHH!
 
The bottle hissed violently and erupted, splashing sticky Coke across the front passenger seat, and back onto Amit. The liquid splattered onto his shirt, soaking it in a mess of sweetened regret.
 
Amit jumped back, his face creased with frustration. “Oh no, why now?!”
 
Ravi stepped forward, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Ohh, that’s sad… sorry, yaar. You need help?”
 
Priya froze mid-step, her eyes wide. “Amit!”
 
Amit, looking crestfallen, grabbed tissues in a hurry. “I swear I opened it gently… it just, betrayed me.”
 
Ravi handed him paper napkins, a smirk playing on his lips. “Happens, yaar. No harm done, mostly. The seat will dry soon, and you’ll be fine. Just change your clothes when you get home.”
 
Priya examined the seat, then gave a small, forgiving smile. “It’s okay… these things happen. So, let’s not go to the restaurant for dinner. Let’s go home, and we can order in.”
 
Amit sighed, resigning himself. “Priya… you’ll have to sit in the back with Ravi. I can’t fix this in two minutes.”
 
She nodded with a small shrug. “No problem.”
 
Ravi shifted to clear a comfortable space beside him, the air in the Mini Cooper growing warmer with each breath. Priya slid in next to him, and the faint scent of jasmine perfume immediately flooded his senses.
 
His eyes remained focused on the road, but the warmth of her presence beside him was undeniable. His heart quickened, a small flutter of excitement running through him.
 
Amit muttered something about banning soda bottles from the car forever. “Water only. Peaceful, safe water.”
 
Priya laughed softly, the sound like a soft caress in the dim light. “Just drive, Amit. Don’t worry about anything. Let’s get home.”
 
As the Mini Cooper pulled out into the night, Ravi’s gaze flickered over to Priya again, his eyes tracing the curve of her back, the flow of her saree, the gentle sway of her hair. Each soft movement, each subtle shift of her body, captivated him in ways that no other woman ever had.
 
She was beautiful, yes, but it was more than that. She was grace, presence, warmth, and life itself. Every small movement, every breath she took, made Ravi’s heart ache with longing.
 
She was everything he had ever quietly dreamed of.
 
“Every step she takes… every breath… this moment, this night, it’s all perfect…”
 

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