Adultery Undercover Desires

[Chennaiboy]

Dear Author, Waiting Waiting Waiting.

As they stepped into the cool, dim interior of the house, Trisha turned and led the way down the hall. Danish's gaze was drawn to her, against his will. He watched the graceful, hypnotic sway of her hips as she walked, the way the cream silk of her saree dbangd and clung to her slightly chubby yet undeniably feminine figure. He followed the elegant line of her back, the dip of her waist, and felt a fresh wave of shame wash over him. He looked down at his feet, his cheeks burning.

Trisha was painfully aware of his eyes on her. Every step she took was measured, conscious. She could feel his presence behind her like a physical weight, a heat that seeped through her clothes. With every movement, she was haunted by the memory of his hand on her hip, his face in her neck. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, a frantic, guilty rhythm. She was a married woman, a mother, a mother-in-law. She had no business feeling this way, this dangerous, exhilarating warmth spreading through her veins. She tried to force the memory down, to smother it, but it was stubborn, alive.

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