Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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She could feel herself melting, wanting him to reach out, to touch her, to make it real.
 
But at the same time, she felt the pull of guilt, like a tether holding her back.
 
Finally, Priya broke the silence, her voice soft and almost tentative, though her words carried a layer of warmth.
 
"So, what should we order?" she asked, glancing over at him. Her voice was laced with a gentle curiosity, but it didn’t mask the underlying tension. The question was ordinary enough, but in the space between them, it seemed charged, heavy with everything they hadn't said.
 
Ravi swallowed, feeling the tightness in his throat. He wanted to speak, to offer a suggestion, but his words caught in his chest.
 
It wasn’t about the food. It wasn’t even about ordering anymore. It was about something else, something unspoken that hovered between them, making every movement, every glance, seem like it held more weight than usual.
 
“Focus. Get through this. Don’t let this moment slip away. You’ve waited long enough.” Ravi forced the thought, but it did nothing to calm the growing storm inside.
 
His body was betraying him, the desire to hold her, to kiss her, to feel her warmth against him, so palpable that it felt like he was suffocating in his own thoughts. His muscles were tight with restraint, but the temptation was unbearable.
 
Priya, sensing the slight distance between them, smiled and opened her phone. She tilted the screen towards him slightly, her eyes meeting his, asking him in the most subtle way to come closer.
 
"Here, tell me what you like," she said softly, the slight tilt of her phone drawing him in just a little bit more. Her words were casual, but the way she held his gaze was anything but.
 
It was a soft invitation, a challenge to close the space, to stop pretending like the air between them wasn’t thick with tension.
 
The temptation was unbearable, and Ravi couldn’t resist. He took a small step toward her, closing the distance.
 
He leaned in, pretending to look at the menu on her phone, though his eyes were more focused on the soft curve of her cheek, the way her hair fell lightly over her shoulder, and the gentle rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed.

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