Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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When Amit had touched her tonight, when his kisses had deepened, when his need had found her,
 
She swallowed hard.
 
“I wasn’t thinking of him.”
“I was thinking of Ravi.”
 
The realization crushed her.
 
Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the darkness above. She stared at the ceiling, but it dissolved into shadows as the first tear slipped free, trailing silently down her temple and into her hair.
 
Then another.
 
And another.
 
She didn’t make a sound. She didn’t dare. Amit was right there, his arm still around her, his body warm against hers.
 
She pressed her lips together, trapping a sob in her chest as tears continued to fall, soaking into the pillow beneath her head.
 
“This is wrong.”
“Everything about this is wrong.”
 
Her shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly.
 
She felt like she was drowning.
 
Drowning in guilt.
Drowning in desire.
Drowning in the knowledge that she had crossed a line she could never truly uncross.
 
She had never meant for this to happen. Never imagined herself here, lying beside her sleeping husband while another man occupied her thoughts so completely.
 
“What kind of woman does that make me?”
 
The question tore through her, merciless.
 
Had Ravi taken advantage of her?
 
The thought surfaced, fragile and uncertain.
 
There were moments that felt that way, moments where she wondered if he had read her silences too well, if he had pushed knowing she wouldn’t resist.
 
But deeper still, darker and more terrifying, was the truth she couldn’t escape.
 
“I let him.”
 
She had allowed it.
 
She had wanted it.
 
And that knowledge hurt more than anything else.
 
Her tears fell faster now, unchecked, her face pressed into the pillow as her body shook with silent sobs. She felt like a stranger in her own life, like she had woken up inside someone else’s skin.
 
She loved Amit.
 
She truly did.
 
But there was no denying it anymore, a part of her desired Ravi, and that part terrified her.
 
The betrayal felt layered and endless.
 
Betrayal of Amit.
Betrayal of her vows.
Betrayal of the woman she believed herself to be.
 
“Why am I doing this to him?”
 
The question repeated in her mind like a cruel chant.

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