Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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She changed slowly, deliberately, as though moving too fast might cause everything she was holding back to collapse at once.
Each small action, slipping out of her clothes, smoothing the fabric of the nightgown over her skin, felt weighted with meaning. But no matter how careful she was, the memory of the kiss clung to her, vivid and relentless.
 
Ravi’s lips.
The warmth of his embrace.
The way her body had responded before her mind had time to stop it.
 
“It was just a kiss, Priya. Just one kiss. It doesn’t change anything.”
 
She repeated the words silently, clinging to them like a lifeline. But even as she said them, they sounded thin, fragile, like a story she was telling herself to survive the night.
 
“It doesn’t change anything,” she insisted again.
Yet her heart knew better.
 
As she pulled the nightgown over her head, her fingers drifted to her neck without conscious thought. She touched the place where Ravi’s lips had been, grazing the skin gently, as though she could wipe the memory away with touch alone.
 
Her breath hitched.
 
The sensation was still there, faint but unmistakable.
 
“I shouldn’t be thinking about him.”
 
She let her hand fall, fingers curling into the silk at her side as if ashamed of their betrayal.
 
 
The soft creak of the bedroom door broke the silence.
 
Amit stepped into the room, his silhouette framed by the dim hallway light. For a moment, he stood there quietly, just watching her. His presence had always been solid, grounding, the kind of certainty she had built her life around brick by brick.
 
Tonight, though, it felt distant.
 
Not because of him.
 
But because something inside her had shifted beyond reach.
 
She turned to face him, collegeing her expression into something that resembled normal. She forced a smile, though it sat awkwardly on her face, unsupported by her heart.
 
Amit’s eyes softened as he looked at her, taking her in with quiet appreciation, familiarity, affection. There was love there, real, unguarded.
 
“Hey,” he said, his voice warm, though there was a subtle pause beneath it. A hesitation he hadn’t meant to show.
“You okay?”
 
Priya nodded, but the movement felt stiff, rehearsed, as though she had practiced it in her head.
 
“Yeah. Just tired.”
 
The lie slipped out easily.
 
Too easily.
 
“How could I lie to him like this?”
 
The question burned inside her chest, sharp and immediate.

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