Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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The closeness between them was almost intoxicating. He could smell the sweetness of her perfume, the faintest trace of the lotion she wore, and it made his pulse race even faster.
 
“This can’t be real. She’s right here. I’m right here. And I can’t move. I can’t think straight. She smells like... like something I’ve wanted for so long... why am I still holding back?”
 
Standing next to her now, the proximity was almost overwhelming. His hand brushed against her side as he leaned closer, and for a split second, neither of them moved. The small, subtle contact felt electric, and Ravi could feel his pulse quicken.
 
The air between them felt thick now, charged with something they hadn’t been able to acknowledge before. The heat of their bodies, the shared space, the shared silence, it all felt like it was about to break.
 
He forced himself to focus, to push aside the overwhelming urge to reach out, to pull her closer. His fingers twitched with the need to touch her more, to feel her skin, to hold her like he’d been craving all night.
 
Priya, though seemingly calm, seemed to feel it too. Her eyes flickered up to his, catching his gaze for a moment. She didn’t pull away.
 
Instead, she held his gaze, and for a brief second, the world outside their little bubble seemed to disappear. There was only the two of them, standing so close, barely a breath apart.
 
“He’s close. Too close. But... I don’t want him to move away. I want him to touch me... I need him to touch me...” The thought was like a fire that started in her chest and spread through her entire body.
 
Her breath deepened, her chest rising and falling more rapidly now, as though her body was betraying the calm facade she was trying to maintain. The soft thrum of desire that had been buried inside her for so long now surged to the surface.
 
Without even realizing it, Ravi’s hand slid from her side to rest lightly on her waist. His fingers barely brushed her skin through the soft fabric of her saree, but the touch felt like it carried a weight of its own.
 
It wasn’t a bold gesture, but the intimacy of it was undeniable.

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