Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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"You're beautiful," she whispered to her reflection, and the words felt like both a confession and a discovery.
 
Her hands moved to the pallu dbangd over her shoulder. She touched the emerald silk, feeling its cool smoothness against her fingertips, and then, with a decision that felt both terrifying and liberating, she began to unwrap it.
 
The silk slid through her fingers like water, sensuous and fluid, and she pulled the pallu free from where it had been tucked securely at her waist.
 
The fabric fell away in a graceful cascade, pooling on the floor at her feet, and she caught her breath at the transformation.
 
Without the modesty of the pallu covering her, she could see the true shape of her upper body with startling clarity, the proud thrust of her breasts, the way they filled the blouse completely, the cream fabric stretched taut across them in a way that was both modest and provocative.
 
The pearl buttons running down the front gleamed softly in the light, a vertical line drawing the eye down from her throat to where the blouse ended at her waist.
 
The blouse was a masterpiece of tailoring, fitted so precisely to her body that it seemed painted on. She could see every curve, every line, the way the fabric clung to her ribcage and followed the indent of her waist.
 
She turned back to the mirror, adjusting her posture so she could see herself from different angles. Without the pallu, she felt simultaneously more exposed and more powerful.
 
The blouse displayed her figure in a way the dbangd silk had hidden, and she found herself marveling at the shape of her own body.
 
"This is what he saw," she murmured, her voice barely audible in the quiet bathroom. When Ravi had looked at her, when his eyes had traced the line of her body with that barely concealed hunger, this is what he had been imagining beneath the pallu.
 
Not just a woman in a saree, but her. Priya. With all her curves, all her softness, all her womanliness.
 
The thought made her pulse quicken, made her skin feel hot and tight. She lifted her hands slowly and placed them on either side of her breasts, not quite touching them, just framing them.
 
The blouse created such a perfect silhouette, the way it emphasized her fullness while maintaining modesty.

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