Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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His eyes briefly met Priya’s, and there was a brief, silent exchange between them, the memory of their kiss still hanging in the air. He smiled politely, but Priya could see the subtle undercurrent between them. "Does he feel it too? Or am I just a fool for thinking it meant something?"
 
As she handed him his plate, their hands brushed lightly, a touch so brief yet charged with an intensity that made Priya’s breath hitch. She couldn’t help it, her heart skipped, her pulse quickened, as though the simple touch had reignited something she didn’t know how to control.
 
“Dinner’s ready,” Priya said, her voice betraying none of the turmoil inside her as she returned to the table. Ravi settled next to them, his posture relaxed, but Priya could sense a quiet intensity in the air.
 
They sat down at the dining table, the three of them gathering in a strange kind of uneasy harmony.
 
The meal was shared in relative silence, each of them focused on their plates, occasionally breaking the quiet with light conversation. Amit, blissfully unaware of the tension, commented on the show they had been watching earlier. “Can you believe the plot twist in that movie?” he chuckled, looking between Priya and Ravi. “Totally didn’t see that coming.”
 
Priya tried to respond, a soft laugh escaping her lips, but her mind kept returning to the brief moments with Ravi, the way he had held her, the taste of his lips on hers.
 
"Why do I feel this way? Why does everything feel so off right now? Everything felt right when we were kissing.  It felt real and it felt right."
 
Ravi, sitting across from her, added his own comments, but his words were more polite than genuine. “Yeah, I didn’t expect that either.” His voice was steady, but Priya caught the flicker in his eyes as he glanced at her, just for a moment, a fleeting, quiet understanding passing between them.
 
“It’s strange,” Priya thought, “how we can sit here, and yet everything feels different. We’re acting like nothing happened, like we can just brush it aside. But we both know that’s not true.”
 
The tension in the air was palpable, but it was never spoken. Instead, they ate, occasionally exchanging pleasantries, as if everything were normal.
 
After the meal was finished, Amit leaned back with a deep, satisfied stretch. “Okay, I think that’s enough for tonight,” he said, his tone light and carefree. 

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