15-12-2025, 10:28 AM
Scene: Priya’s Bedroom – The Night Grows Deeper
The soft hum of the night continued, the only sound the rhythmic beat of Priya’s heart, which seemed to echo louder with each passing moment.
She stood there, trapped in the space between her husband’s touch and the memory of a kiss she couldn’t shake, feeling as though the walls themselves were closing in on her.
Amit pulled her closer, his hands gentle yet persistent. His warmth enveloped her, grounding her, or at least trying to. She felt his presence, his chest brushing against hers, his lips lightly grazing her forehead.
His kiss, soft and tender, should have brought her comfort. Yet it felt like a distant echo of what she truly wanted, a dull thud in her chest compared to the fire that still burned from the brief moment with Ravi.
"Focus, Priya. Just be here. Just be present with Amit," she told herself, "but it’s like trying to hold onto sand slipping through my fingers." Her body responded to Amit’s touch automatically, but her mind… her mind was still somewhere else, spiraling in the memory of Ravi’s lips, his hands, the heat that had set her skin on fire.
Amit’s lips lingered on her skin for a moment before he pulled back slightly, studying her face with an unreadable expression. His fingers traced the line of her jaw, slowly, as though he were trying to pull her back into the present.
"You’re so distant tonight," he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that almost broke her. "What’s going on, Priya?"
Her heart ached at the concern in his eyes. "He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything. He doesn’t know that I’m here, but I’m also not here. I’m torn in two."
Priya swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady. "I’m fine, Amit. Just… tired." She hoped the excuse would be enough, but the weight of the words felt hollow, like a lie wrapped in tenderness.
Amit didn’t push her further, but his hands did, always so familiar, so steady, sliding down her arms, pulling her in closer still. His lips sought hers luscious lips again, this time with more intent, his breath warm against her skin.
Her pulse quickened. But as his lips neared hers, the memory of Ravi’s kiss was there, right in the back of her mind, a shadow she couldn’t outrun.
The soft hum of the night continued, the only sound the rhythmic beat of Priya’s heart, which seemed to echo louder with each passing moment.
She stood there, trapped in the space between her husband’s touch and the memory of a kiss she couldn’t shake, feeling as though the walls themselves were closing in on her.
Amit pulled her closer, his hands gentle yet persistent. His warmth enveloped her, grounding her, or at least trying to. She felt his presence, his chest brushing against hers, his lips lightly grazing her forehead.
His kiss, soft and tender, should have brought her comfort. Yet it felt like a distant echo of what she truly wanted, a dull thud in her chest compared to the fire that still burned from the brief moment with Ravi.
"Focus, Priya. Just be here. Just be present with Amit," she told herself, "but it’s like trying to hold onto sand slipping through my fingers." Her body responded to Amit’s touch automatically, but her mind… her mind was still somewhere else, spiraling in the memory of Ravi’s lips, his hands, the heat that had set her skin on fire.
Amit’s lips lingered on her skin for a moment before he pulled back slightly, studying her face with an unreadable expression. His fingers traced the line of her jaw, slowly, as though he were trying to pull her back into the present.
"You’re so distant tonight," he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that almost broke her. "What’s going on, Priya?"
Her heart ached at the concern in his eyes. "He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything. He doesn’t know that I’m here, but I’m also not here. I’m torn in two."
Priya swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady. "I’m fine, Amit. Just… tired." She hoped the excuse would be enough, but the weight of the words felt hollow, like a lie wrapped in tenderness.
Amit didn’t push her further, but his hands did, always so familiar, so steady, sliding down her arms, pulling her in closer still. His lips sought hers luscious lips again, this time with more intent, his breath warm against her skin.
Her pulse quickened. But as his lips neared hers, the memory of Ravi’s kiss was there, right in the back of her mind, a shadow she couldn’t outrun.
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