Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The Drive Home – Part 1
 

The engine of the Mini Cooper hummed steadily as Amit drove through the quieter streets of Mumbai, his hands gripping the wheel with a tension that mirrored his mood. His jaw was clenched, eyes darting to the traffic ahead, frustration simmering from the earlier Coke spill. The mess of cola and the clattering of his mutters about the mess and traffic created a perfect disguise for the secret unfolding behind him.
 
His occasional grumbles were a well-timed distraction, no one could hear the quiet symphony of intimate touches taking place just a few feet behind him.
 
In the cramped back seat, Ravi and Priya sat unnervingly close, their bodies brushing with every minor shift. The Mini Cooper’s snug cabin forced them into a proximity that felt electric.
 
The darkness inside the car seemed to hide every subtle movement, and yet, it only heightened the tension between them.
 
Priya shifted slightly, the soft rustle of her dark saree breaking the silence. The faint scent of jasmine from her hair and skin lingered in the air, intoxicating Ravi. His heart skipped a beat.
 
"She’s right here… so close… and he won’t see a thing… This is way better than the movie theater…" Ravi thought, his gaze flickering toward Amit’s focused profile. Amit was in his own world, consumed with the road, unaware of the growing intimacy in the back. Priya Didi sat right behind Amit, her position carefully aligned so that Amit’s seat blocked her from his view.
 
The perfect blind spot.
 
Amit couldn’t see her except for a small part of her face in the rearview mirror, and Ravi couldn’t resist the opportunity the tight space offered him.
 
Ravi’s hand brushed lightly against Priya’s thigh, a touch so delicate it could’ve been mistaken for an accident. But Ravi knew exactly what he was doing.
 
Slow, deliberate, and just out of sight.
 
His fingers lingered on the soft, warm fabric of her saree, the sensation sending a thrilling heat through his body.
 
"God… it’s so soft… so warm… I could stay like this forever…"
 
The warmth of her skin seeped through the thin fabric, and Ravi felt an uncontrollable urge to press just a little closer.
 
His fingers slid slightly, barely perceptible, tracing a path across her thigh. He was careful, but his pulse was racing. He could feel her warmth growing beneath his touch, an invisible current of tension building between them.

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