Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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As Ravi washed his hands, the cool water slid over his skin, a sharp contrast to the memory of her warmth. The sound of water filled the sink, steady, enclosing, intimate.
 
He reached for the soap, the lather forming slowly, slick and smooth, coating his palms, the act suddenly deliberate, almost ceremonial.
 
He was acutely aware of her behind him, how close she stood, how her breath shifted when he shifted, how the air between them felt charged, responsive.
 
He noticed the small adjustments in her posture, the way she stayed near yet careful, as though she too felt something unfolding but wasn’t ready to name it.
 
He finished rinsing his hands, droplets sliding down his wrists, and as he reached for the towel, Priya moved forward. She reached for the tap,
 
And he gently caught her hand.
 
Not pulling.
Just holding.
 
The moment her skin met his again, Ravi felt it fully this time. Her hand was warm, softer than he expected, the faint texture of flour still clinging to her fingers. Water beaded over both of their skins, blurring where he ended and she began.
 
“What are we doing?” Priya thought, her heart leaping, heat blooming low in her chest. “Why does it feel like this is something I’ve been waiting for, without even realizing it?” The steady pressure of his fingers grounded her, his touch warm, present, undeniable.
 
To Ravi, her hand felt alive, responsive, trusting. The water ran over her knuckles, over the place where his thumb rested, and he became intensely aware of how carefully he was holding her, how instinctively gentle his grip had become.
 
It was soft, yet carried quiet strength. No rush. No expectation. Just the simple fact of his hands holding hers.
 
She stilled.
 
Her breath caught as the weight of the moment settled, gentle and real.
 
Ravi moved slowly, almost reverently, stepping behind her. He reached around, his left hand slipping to take her other hand, closing both of hers in his.
 
There was something deeply gentle in the gesture, a recognition, a care that went beyond touch. To him, it felt like permission, like being trusted with something fragile and precious.
 
“Let me,” he murmured, the words brushing her like a caress.
 
Priya didn’t answer.
 
She closed her eyes.
 
The world blurred, the sound of water, the rhythm of their breathing. The space between them filled with something unspoken, undeniable.

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