Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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But it felt as if the moment was slipping away, like they were both afraid to grab onto it, afraid to make it tangible. She could feel the ache in her chest, the soft thrum of need that seemed to be all she could think about.
 
“This isn’t right, but it feels so right.” The words echoed in her mind, a quiet contradiction, but the longing for him didn’t fade. If anything, it intensified. “What do I do now? Should I take a step toward him? Or should I wait? Should I just let him... come to me?” The uncertainty gnawed at her.
 
Her heart was pounding in her chest now, the slow, rhythmic pulse matching the beat of her breathing. Her body was already betraying her desires, subtly pushing her toward him with every breath, every slight shift of weight. Yet, still, Ravi remained motionless, like a statue carved from stone.
 
Why am I waiting for him? Priya wondered, almost desperate now. I’ve already shown him what I want. Why is he still so far away?
 
The silence was unbearable. Every part of her screamed for action, to do something, to close that gap. But the tension between them felt too fragile, too delicate to break.
 
Then, as if to punctuate the silence, Amit’s voice drifted in from down the hall. "Hey, I’m going to be a while in here. You guys figure out the food, no need to tell me what you decide. I’m fine with whatever."
 
The sound of Amit's casual tone felt like a bucket of cold water splashed over both of them. The tension that had been building shattered in an instant, leaving only the quiet remnants of what had been left unspoken.
 
Ravi’s shoulders stiffened, and Priya instinctively turned slightly away, the connection broken before it could fully form.
 
The air between them suddenly felt too still, too quiet. The room seemed to grow colder as the realization settled in: they had not crossed the line. They had not moved beyond the edge. Neither had the courage to make that leap.
 
Maybe next time, Ravi thought, feeling his heart still racing. Maybe when the air isn’t so thick with unspoken words.
 
Priya closed her eyes for a brief moment, as if to shield herself from the ache in her chest. She could still feel the warmth of his gaze, his presence, and the sting of what they hadn’t allowed themselves to do.
 
Maybe it wasn’t meant to be, she thought, but the hollow ache that followed made her wonder. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next time.

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