Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Priya felt a bitter, almost hysterical urge to laugh, at the irony, at the cruelty of it all. At how deeply she and Ravi wanted each other, and how completely unaware Amit remained.
 
But she didn’t laugh.
 
She only nodded, smiling softly, her heart pounding.
“Yeah… that’s true.”
 
Amit didn’t hear the strain in her voice. He didn’t notice the way Ravi’s movements had grown sharper, more deliberate. He didn’t see how they both stilled when they stood too close, like magnets pulled together but held apart by fragile, invisible strings.
 
The moment stretched, each second a quiet torment, a reminder of what they couldn’t have.
 
“I want you,” Ravi’s eyes told her from across the room. A promise. A warning. A fire he refused to ignite.
 
Priya’s heart skipped. Her body thrummed with need.
 
“I want you too,” she answered silently.
 
But she stayed where she was.
 
Amit’s voice cut through the tension again.
“Well, let’s have dinner. I’ll eat and then rest. The next two days are crucial for construction. On Thursday, I’ll take a half day and go to the site.”
 
He stood and stretched, unaware that the other two were barely breathing.
 
“Sure, Amit,” Priya replied, her voice gentle, controlled.
 
Priya moved to set the table, her hands steady despite the storm inside her. The familiar clink of plates and cutlery filled the room, ordinary sounds in an extraordinary silence.
 
They sat, three bodies, three plates, three separate worlds.
 
Amit ate heartily, talking between bites about work schedules, contractors, and plans. His voice was warm, comfortable, the sound of a life uncomplicated.
 
Ravi ate slowly, mechanically, his gaze fixed on his plate. Every now and then, his eyes lifted, brief, guarded, meeting Priya’s before darting away.
 
“Don’t look too long,” he warned himself. “If I do, I will lose control.”
 
Priya barely tasted her food. The act of eating felt surreal, every movement heavy with awareness. Ravi sat just across from her, close enough that she could sense his warmth, his restraint.
 
“We are pretending,” she thought. “Pretending this is normal. Pretending this doesn’t hurt.”
 
Amit smiled at them both.
 
When dinner finally ended, Amit pushed his chair back with a satisfied sigh.
“Well, let’s hit the bed, I am very tired.” He turned towards Priya “You please don’t delay, you can do the work tomorrow.”
 
He left the room, his footsteps fading down the hallway.
 
The silence that followed was thick, electric, dangerous.
 
Ravi and Priya remained seated, unmoving.
 
Then, slowly, Ravi lifted his gaze.
 
“We are in this together,” his eyes told her.
“And we are willing to do anything for it.”
 
Priya met his stare, her breath shallow, her heart pounding.
 
“Yes,” her eyes answered silently. “every inch of my body is waiting for it”

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