Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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The curve of her neck, the delicate arch of her back, the way her saree clung to her body, gently revealing the soft, hidden contours beneath, it was all he could think about.
 
His hands, now restless, ached with the memories of those soft, hidden treasures, once within reach, but now concealed once more. There was something about the way she carried herself, so graceful, so alluring, that made his thoughts swirl in a haze of longing.
 
She was so close in the car, completely within the reach. The proximity was intoxicating, as if he could almost taste the warmth of her skin, feel the heat radiating from her body. The electric tension between them was undeniable.
 
His hands, which had once roamed over her soft curves, now itched with the same desire to be near her, to close the distance that still separated them. Yet, despite the undeniable pull, he didn't move.
 
The silence between them was so thick, it felt as though it could suffocate him. It was a silence heavy with unspoken words, a silence that both comforted and tormented him in equal measure.
 
“Why isn’t he coming over?," Priya thought, her heart quickening in her chest. “After everything that happened in the theater, in the car... Why is he still so far away?" Her breath hitched as she watched him, the distance between them stretching impossibly long.
 
"Does he feel it too? Why isn’t he doing anything? I don’t want to be the one to start this… But I want him so badly."
 
Her body responded instinctively, as if betraying her resolve. Her hand, still on the hem of her saree, slowly shifted, fingers gliding sensuously down the fabric.
 
The slow movement, almost unconscious, seemed to highlight every inch of the soft skin beneath her clothes, every curve and delicate line that Ravi was too afraid to touch, yet longed to.
 
“God, how much longer can I wait like this?” Ravi thought, his pulse hammering in his chest. His eyes followed her every movement, every subtle shift in her posture. His mind screamed for him to reach out, to touch her. The temptation was unbearable.
 
"She’s waiting for me. But why won’t I move?" His mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions, desire, fear, doubt. He could feel the heat between them, thick and undeniable, but his body refused to close the distance.

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