Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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It was a frantic, beautiful, and utterly possessive race to the oblivion they had both been craving.
 
But just as they were both lost in the moment, the faint sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. Ravi stiffened, a subtle tension running through his body. The sound of the shower stopped.
 
The unmistakable sound of water dripping onto the tiles stopped, followed by a shift of movement, Amit was finishing up his shower.
 
Ravi pulled away, his breath heavy and uneven, his face flushed. The heat between them still burned, but the reality of the situation crashed back around them.
 
Amit would be out soon, and the inevitable separation hung over them like a weight they couldn’t ignore. Priya’s hands slowly slid from Ravi’s chest, reluctantly releasing the fabric of his shirt as if letting go of the last piece of their intimacy in that moment.
 
But before they fully detached, Priya reached up, her fingers trembling slightly as they cupped Ravi’s face. She held his gaze, her eyes soft yet intense with a mix of emotions—longing, gratitude, and something deeper, more vulnerable.
 
"Ravi..." she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. Her fingers traced the contours of his jaw, memorizing the feel of him, as if trying to etch the memory into her skin.
 
She could feel the weight of their bond now, solid and undeniable. There was no escaping the truth of what had just transpired.
 
"This... this is what we both needed, isn’t it?" Priya continued, “I don’t want to pretend any more. I want this. I want you…. Every inch of you.” her eyes searching his face for the same understanding. "I know it’s wrong. I know we shouldn’t be doing this, but... it feels real. And we both need this. We both needed this closeness, this... connection."
 
Her voice faltered for a moment, the depth of her emotions nearly breaking through. She gave him a soft smile, a bittersweet one, and her heart swelled with affection, for him, for what they had just shared. For the bond that was now unspoken but understood.
 
"Thank you, Ravi" she whispered softly, her words filled with genuine gratitude. "Thank you for coming into my life, Ravi. We have time, this is just the beginning…"
 
Then, with a softness that only deepened the intensity of the moment, she leaned in one final time, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was different now, gentle, tender, but full of all the things they hadn’t said.
 
It wasn’t the kiss of desperation anymore, but a kiss of acknowledgment.
 
The acknowledgement
of what they’d shared,
of what they both wanted,
Even if it was wrong.

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