Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya felt the same pull, her gaze flickering toward him with the same quiet desperation. “Just come closer. Just hold me. Kiss me like you did in the theater. Touch me like you did in the car.” Her breath caught at the thought.
 
It was a silent plea, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it, to ask for what she wanted. She didn’t even know if she could.
 
“What if he thinks I’m too forward? What if I’m wrong for wanting this?” Her thoughts swirled, clouding her mind with guilt, with longing, with an almost painful ache for what they’d shared earlier. “I don’t want to keep pretending that this is just nothing. But I can’t just ask for more. I can’t make the first move. I’m married to Amit. This isn’t who I am. But God, I want him.”
 
She shifted slightly, the fabric of her saree brushing against her skin in a way that seemed to tease Ravi. The soft, almost imperceptible movement sent a shiver through her, one she hoped he’d notice, one she hoped would pull him closer. But Ravi didn’t move.
 
"Why isn’t he coming?" Priya’s inner voice quivered with both frustration and yearning. Her chest tightened as she stood there, waiting, hoping that he would cross the invisible line between them. “He’s done so much already. Why is he holding back now?”
 
Ravi could feel the tension building, thick as the silence around them. His thoughts were chaotic, a blend of fear and desire that twisted in his gut. He wanted to be near her, to wrap his arms around her, to feel the heat of her skin against his.
 
But the words, the consequences, the guilt of it all held him back. “What if I lose control? What if I push too far?”
 
His body was betraying him. His hands itched to touch her, but he fought against it. The temptation was unbearable. His eyes lingered on the curve of her neck, the delicate line of her collarbone that peeked out from her saree.
 
He wondered how it would feel to press a kiss there, to feel her pulse flutter beneath his lips.
 
"I can’t... I shouldn’t... but I want her so badly."
 
Priya felt a heat building inside her, a burn that had started with those touches in the theater, ignited in the backseat of the car, and now flared up again. She wanted him to hold her, to make everything feel real.

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