Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Amazing start

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-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

A Face You Can’t Unsee


Ravi woke up to the scent of filter coffee and something faintly floral

Maybe the detergent she used

Maybe her perfume

he didn’t know yet.

The light through the curtains was already strong

Casting long stripes across the floor.

He stretched and sat up, glancing at the clock.

7:00 AM.

The room was quiet.

The house was not.

Somewhere outside, in the open layout of Flat 205, life had already begun.

He opened the door, hair still damp from his shower, shoes in hand.

He stepped into the hallway and paused.

She was there.

Not doing anything dramatic

Just standing near the kitchen, looking at her phone.

Her hair was tied back into a loose braid.

She wore a long pale lavender T-shirt over charcoal-grey track pants.

Barefoot.

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Sleeves casually pushed up to her elbows.


Her skin was flawless and luminous against the soft light.

That milky fairness that seemed untouched by sun or city or time.

Ravi had seen beautiful women before. 

But this was something else.

There was a poise to her.

A calm that didn’t try to impress.

She wasn’t seeking attention.

And maybe that’s what made it impossible to look away.

She noticed him then, and looked up.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice soft but clear.

A tone that felt like it knew you already, even if it didn’t.

“Morning,” Ravi replied.

His throat was dry. “Something smells amazing.”

“I made upma. And coffee. Hungry?”

“Always.”  He meant some other hunger...


She gave a small, quick smile

Then turned back toward the kitchen.

That braid swayed lightly as she walked

Ravi’s eyes followed it until she disappeared behind the fridge door.

He exhaled.

Silently.

Grateful he didn’t speak that thought aloud.




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At the dining table, everything was neat.


A small plate.

A bowl of chutney.

A steaming cup of coffee that looked darker than usual.

“I made yours strong,” she said as she poured hers.

Ravi looked up, amused. “Already profiling me?”

“You don’t look like a sugar-and-milk kind of guy.”

“You’re right.”

She sipped her coffee. “I usually have mine alone. Amit leaves early most days.”

Ravi nodded. “Thanks for not making me feel like an intrusion.”

“You’re not,” she said, looking at him for a moment longer than necessary. 

Then she stood. “Let me know if you want more.”

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8:30 AM

Ravi was out the door.

Bag packed.

Shoes polished.

Head still not fully in Mumbai mode.

The city outside was alive.

Buses screeched.

Children darted through footpaths.

The train was packed.

But Ravi didn’t mind the noise.


Because his mind was still inside Flat 205.



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[shailu4ever]

First Day in the Office


His office in Lower Parel was a glass-and-concrete setup on the eighth floor of a corporate tower.

Open spaces, modern interiors, coffee dispensers with six varieties of mediocrity.

Ravi’s manager, Anjali, greeted him with a nod. “Settling in okay?”

“Trying. First day energy is still real.”


She smiled. “We’re light this week, but don’t get used to it. Things ramp up fast.”

Ravi nodded. “By the way, is there any flexibility in work-from-home? Just to plan the week better.”


“Yes. Two or three days a week is fine. Let me know in advance.”

Ravi noted it.

He wasn’t sure why it made him feel something like he’d just scheduled a day he’d be inside that house… with her.

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6:45 PM


He got back home.

The lights in the living room were soft

One window open to the breeze.

And as he rang the bell, something inside him paused again.

She opened the door.

Her hair was down now, slightly messy, like she’d showered and left it to dry on its own.

She wore a simple cream top and loose black cotton pants.

No makeup.

No jewelry.


But her skin, fair, radiant, seemed to glow with the last light of the day.


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Ravi stood still for a beat too long.


“Hi,” she said, stepping aside. “Back early.”

He smiled faintly. “Wanted to beat the traffic. And your coffee.”

She laughed lightly and walked toward the kitchen. “It’s ready. So’s dinner prep. I usually start by now.”

Ravi followed her in. “Should I eat now or…?”

She turned, wiping her hands.

“Actually, I was going to ask. You can eat early if you’re hungry.

I usually wait for Amit, but he doesn’t come until 9 or later.”


Ravi paused. “I’ll wait too. No hurry.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Really? You’ve had a long day.”

“I’ve had worse dinners. Trust me,” he said

Then added softly, “Besides… it’s strange to eat without company.”

She looked at him then.

Not flirtatiously. Not even warmly.

Just… aware.

A few minutes passed.

Then her phone lit up

Amit.



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She answered quickly.


Ravi stepped aside, half-listening without meaning to.

“Yeah, just finishing up here,” she said. “He’s back... No, he said he’ll wait for dinner… I know. I told him that.”

She smiled lightly, her fingers playing with the edge of the kitchen towel.

“Mmhmm. Okay… Haan, take your time. We’ll wait.”

She ended the call and looked at Ravi.

“Amit says we should eat without him.”

“I figured,” Ravi said.

She gave a small smile. “You don’t listen well.”

He shrugged. “Depends on who’s giving orders.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, curious. “And you think Amit gives you orders?”

“I think he gives you orders,” Ravi said softly. “And you tried passing them to me.”

She laughed, but lightly. “It’s not orders. He just worries I’ll be too polite with guests.”

Ravi raised his brow. “Am I still a guest?”

Her smile paused

Just for a heartbeat. 

Then she turned to the stove. “Technically? No.”

She stirred something, then added gently, “But it’s still your first full day here. How was work?”

He leaned against the fridge, hands in his pockets. “Eventful. New desk. Too many passwords. Too many smiles.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Fake smiles or polite ones?”




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“Both. But mostly fake.”


“You’ll learn to smile back without meaning it. That’s how this city works.”

He laughed softly. “You say that like you’ve given up.”

She set the spoon down and turned toward him, 

Her elbows resting lightly on the kitchen counter behind her. “No. I just accepted that Mumbai doesn’t ask who you are, it tells you who to be.”

Ravi looked at her, and for a moment, it wasn’t about the dinner or the flat or even Amit.

It was about the way she stood, framed in that light. 

The way her skin seemed almost lit from within. 

That elegant fairness that never felt showy

Just… impossible to ignore.


“Do you miss anywhere?” he asked quietly.

She didn’t answer right away. “Sometimes,” she said. “But not always. I’ve lived enough places to know… the house isn’t what you remember later. It’s the time. The silence. The scent. The company.”

Ravi looked at her longer than he meant to.

The silence stretched between them.

She didn’t break it.

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At 9:25 PM, the lock clicked. 

Amit entered with his usual rushed energy, laptop bag in one hand, keys in the other.

“Heyyy,” he grinned. “Did you two wait again?”

Priya looked over. “What do you think?”

Amit rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Priya. I told you not to make him wait.”

“She didn’t make me,” Ravi said, standing. “I chose to.”

“Good,” Amit said, 

Disappearing into the washroom. “But tomorrow, no drama. You two eat early. She won’t eat without someone, and I’ll always be late. Now she has company.”


Priya said nothing. 

Just turned to Ravi and handed him a plate.



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Dinner with Amit and Priya


Amit chatted between bites, about a tough client, a last-minute reschedule

And something random about stock markets Ravi barely followed.

But all Ravi noticed was how Priya moved around the table, effortlessly serving, refilling, cleaning as she went, like it was second nature.

She didn’t talk much now.

But Ravi could feel her presence in every pause.

At one point, she asked again, softly, “Did you eat lunch today?”

Ravi smiled at his plate. “Barely.”

She gave a small nod, as if that confirmed something she’d already guessed.

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After dinner, Amit took a call in the balcony.

Priya started clearing the table.

Ravi stood up and helped her carry the plates.

“You’ll get used to things,” she said, rinsing a spoon.

“In this house?”

“In this city,” she replied.

Then added with a side glance, “But maybe here too.”

He didn’t reply.

Just let the warm water run over his hands.

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That night, Ravi lay on his back, eyes open to the ceiling fan above him.

He tried to think about the office.

The new passwords.

The travel time.


But instead…

He remembered her voice.

The way she leaned on the kitchen counter.

The way she said “Technically? No.”

And that silence—the one she didn’t break.


The silence that said more than anything else.




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[shailu4ever]

Thursday Morning: Work from Home day: Proximity


Ravi woke to the low hum of the ceiling fan and faint clinks of steel from the kitchen.

It was nearly 8:15 AM.

The sun had begun to stretch across the sheer curtains of his bedroom window, painting soft, shifting shapes onto the wall.

The first real workday from home in this new city.

He didn’t have to rush anywhere.

No commute. No chaos. Just quiet.

Outside his door, the flat felt still, but not empty.

He stepped out, barefoot, stretching his arms as he moved toward the kitchen.

And there she was.

Priya Didi.


Wearing a pale grey t-shirt and dark blue leggings, she stood by the gas stove, stirring something in a small saucepan.

Her hair was tied up in a high bun today, with just a wisp falling near her temple.

The morning light touched her cheek, her neck, the gentle slope of her collarbone.

She looked up, mid-stir.

“Oh, you’re up,” she said, warm as ever.

“Yeah,” Ravi replied

She smiled. “I was just making coffee.”

She reached for another tumbler without asking.


That small gesture, the quiet inclusion, felt more personal than words.





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[shailu4ever]

As she poured the hot filter coffee into the steel cup

Ravi leaned slightly against the kitchen wall, watching her.


“You don’t seem like someone who sleeps this late,” she said, handing him the tumbler.

“I usually don’t,” he replied, smiling, taking it from her.

Their fingers touched, just briefly. Soft and tender.   

They stood there, sipping side by side.

Her shoulder just inches from his.

The flat was still.

No news playing.

No traffic.

Just two cups of coffee and the occasional breeze slipping through the balcony mesh door.

“You’re working from home today?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “My manager told me I could do two or three days from home, depending on workload. Today seemed perfect.”

She turned to face him slightly. “That’s nice. Let me know if you want something for lunch. I was thinking of making lemon rice and aloo fry.”

His stomach answered before he could. “That sounds… way too good for a weekday.”

She laughed softly, her eyes crinkling. “It’s nothing, really.”

But he kept watching her.

That laugh.

That effortless rhythm in the way she moved.

The way she wiped her hands on a towel tucked at her waist.

It was all so casual, so ordinary.

And yet, it wrapped itself around him.

A few seconds passed in a silence that didn’t need filling.

“I’ll be in the room then,” he said eventually.

She nodded. “If you need anything… you know.”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice softer. “I’ll just… be around.”

He walked back toward the guest bedroom, coffee warming his fingers, his mind already distracted, not by work, but by the way she stood, the smell of her jasmine shampoo, the softness of her voice echoing faintly behind him.


The day had only begun.




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Scene 4 – Thursday, Midday: Lemon Rice & Laughter


1:22 PM

The clock on Ravi’s laptop read 1:22 PM, but his mind had already wandered three open tabs away from work.

Somewhere between a project timeline and a debugging error, the smell hit him.

Lemon. Curry leaves. Roasted peanuts. Something was sizzling in ghee.

And it was impossible to ignore.

He stretched, pushed his chair back, and stepped out of the room.

The moment he turned toward the kitchen

He found her, Priya Didi, mid-motion

Setting down two plates on the small dining table by the balcony.

She looked different again.

The same clothes as morning,

But her hair now tied in a low braid, loose strands framing her fair cheeks.

Her eyes flicked up as he entered.

"Perfect timing," she smiled. "Just finished."

"Lemon rice?" he asked, pretending he hadn’t been counting seconds.

"And aloo fry, as promised," she said,

Walking back into the kitchen. "I made it the way I like, crisp on the outside, soft inside. Hope that’s okay."

"Sounds like a dream," he said

Pulling a chair. "This is officially my first home-cooked meal in Mumbai."

She returned with a small bowl of curd, placed it on the table with a casual grace, and sat across from him.

"Be honest though," she said, spooning some rice onto his plate, "How bad was the coffee this morning?"

He blinked. "What? It was perfect!"

She narrowed her eyes playfully. "I added a little too much decoction. I could tell."


"Okay, now I know you’re dangerous," he said,



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Grinning. "First you make great coffee, now amazing lemon rice… You’re setting the bar way too high."


She laughed, not politely, but fully this time.

Her head tilted slightly,

And for a second, her face lit up in a way he hadn’t seen before.

It was such a simple expression, and yet he felt it.

In his chest. Like something warm pulling him forward.

"Well, you’re the guest," she said. "Can’t serve boring food on your second day here."

"Second day and you’ve already spoiled me. This is dangerous," he said, taking the first bite.

His eyes widened. "Oh my god. This is exactly how lemon rice is supposed to taste."

"Right?" she said with mock pride. "I don’t make it often, but when I do…"

"You go full temple prasadam level."

She laughed again, shaking her head. "You’re just hungry."

"I am. But also, I’m impressed."

She watched him eat with that soft, half-smile again.

And he watched her between bites.

The way she picked her food, how her bangles slid lightly down her wrist when she moved her hand,

The slight dimple that appeared when she chewed on the inside of her cheek, like she was thinking, but keeping it to herself.

"So," she asked, wiping her fingers delicately with a tissue, "what kind of work do you actually do? You never explained properly last night."

"Ah," he leaned back, playful, "I could tell you, Priya Didi, but then I’d have to bore you with campaign data and client tantrums."

"Try me," she said, leaning in slightly, her expression curious now.




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"Okay," he smiled. 

"I work in product design at an advertising company. 
Mostly digital stuff, ads, app interfaces, brand campaigns. 
I try to make things look good and get people to click on them."



She blinked. "So, you design ads?"

"Kind of. 
More like I design the experience around them
how people interact, where they land, what catches their eye. 
It's like psychology meets visuals."


"Hmm," she nodded thoughtfully. "That actually sounds really interesting. 
I always thought advertising was just about shouting louder than the next brand."

Ravi chuckled. "Well, yeah, there’s definitely some shouting. 
But there’s also a lot of thinking behind the scenes,
target audiences, emotional hooks, colors that make people feel things. 
It's weirdly... manipulative in a beautiful way."


"Wow," she said, folding her hands on the table. "You make it sound almost poetic."

"Thank you, Priya Didi," he said with a grin. "I’ll put that on my resume ‘poet of product design.’"

She laughed softly. Then, almost shyly, she added, "You know, I used to be a little obsessed with the advertising world."

"You? Really?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Back in college, I was part of a modeling club. 
We did small fashion shoots and ad skits
those campus-level campaigns for local brands, you know? 
I even auditioned for a print ad once. Didn't get it though."

Ravi sat up straighter, eyebrows raised. "Wait, seriously? You were into modeling?"

"For a little while," she admitted

Almost brushing it off. "Nothing professional. 
It was more about the excitement, the creativity, the lights and cameras. 
But then… life happened."


"Well, now I know why you have that super calm screen presence. 
Even your coffee pouring feels choreographed," he said, smiling.


She rolled her eyes. "Oh please. That was anxiety, not elegance."



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"I'm serious, Priya Didi."


"You’ve got that natural vibe. You’d honestly fit right in on one of our sets."

She tilted her head. "You guys shoot with models?"

"All the time," Ravi said. "For product campaigns, social media reels, client promos. We work with freelance models, actors, even influencers. I may sit in on shoots in he future, just to make sure the design and brand guidelines are followed."

"Wow," she said, surprised. "I had no idea you were so... involved in the creative side."

"Advertising companies are messy like that," he said with a grin. "I have to wear a lot of hats. Sometimes I have to edit layouts, sometimes I’m may have to choose between two lipstick shades for a beauty brand.  That is my job.  Hope I do it right."


She laughed. "You choose lipstick shades?"

"With terrifying precision," Ravi said proudly. "I once spent three hours deciding between coral rose and dusty mauve. It was war."

Priya Didi shook her head, amused. "That’s hilarious. And kind of amazing. I would’ve never guessed."

He shrugged. "It’s fun, honestly. You get to work with a lot of people, hear weird client requests, see behind the scenes. Models are great too, super professional, most of them.
It’s not as glamorous as it looks, though. Very early call times. Lots of waiting around.
I am still understanding all that"

There was a pause. She looked at him differently now, like someone she was genuinely getting to know.

"I think I would’ve loved that world," she said, her voice softer now. "Maybe in another version of life."

"You still could, Priya Didi," he said gently.
"You're not eighty. Honestly, if you ever want to try something small,
like a digital shoot or something
we know a couple of folks who’d love someone with your look. 
Very real. Very grounded."

She smiled, touched but also slightly embarrassed. "You’re sweet. But these days, I’m more into feeding people lemon rice than chasing cameras."

"Hey," he said, pointing his spoon at her, "you say that like it’s a downgrade. Honestly, this lemon rice deserves a commercial of its own."

She chuckled. "Yeah? You’ll write the script?"


"Of course. Scene one: a steaming plate, fresh curry leaves sizzling. Voiceover: 'One bite, and you’ll question every life choice that led you away from South Indian food.'"


She burst out laughing, her hand covering her mouth. "Stop, you’ll make me choke!"

"Just saying, Priya Didi," he said between bites, "you and this food, both are severely underrated."

She gave him a look, half grateful, half amused. "I don’t know what you’re trying to sell with all this flattery."

"Just being honest, Didi," he said with a wink.

They fell into an easy silence after that.

Somewhere between the shared laughter and the gentle teasing, something settled between them. 

Not heavy, not dramatic. Just warm.


A kind of beginning neither of them had expected.




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"Sounds cool," she said. "Amit told me you were always smart with computers."

Ravi raised an eyebrow. "He told you that?"

She nodded. "He said you were a fast learner. Quiet but sharp. That you used to fix his laptop for fun."

Ravi chuckled. "He makes me sound like some tech monk."

"He also said you were funny."

"Ah. That I’ll accept."

They shared a small pause, comfortable now, warm like late morning sunlight. 

And then, out of nowhere, she said:

"I was a little nervous about you coming to stay."

He looked up, surprised. "Why?"

She shrugged, reaching for the curd. "Just… the house felt like our space. Quiet. Predictable. I didn’t know how it’d feel having someone else here."

"And now?"

She glanced at him, met his eyes fully. Her voice lowered just a bit. "Now it feels... less quiet. In a good way."


He held that gaze for a second too long. 

Not because he meant to, but because it felt like a doorway had opened.

She looked away first.

She had just picked up their plates when Ravi spoke again, leaning slightly against the dining table.

“Didi… you’ve been married recently, right? I mean, it’s just been a few months?”

She turned halfway toward him, the plates in her hand, a trace of surprise in her eyes,

Not at the question, but at how gently it was asked.

“Five months,” she nodded. “December wedding. Just before New Year’s.”

“Ah,” Ravi said. “I think I saw a few pictures on Amit’s Instagram. Beach wedding?”

She smiled. “Yeah. Kerala. Very small, just family. It was more his family than mine, actually.”


“You’re not from Mumbai?”




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“No,” she said


Walking the plates over to the sink.

“I’m from Vizag. Born and brought up. Moved here after marriage. Amit’s work is based here mostly.”


“And you?” she added, glancing over her shoulder. “First time living in Mumbai?”

“Yep,” Ravi nodded. “First time. I’ve visited during college trips, but never stayed. It’s a little loud, honestly.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“I already like this flat, though,” he said. “Peaceful. And you’ve made it… warm.”

She blinked, caught for a moment, not by the compliment, but the way he said it. Not flirtatious. Just… sincere.

He recovered. “I mean… you know. Feels like a real home.”

Her smile returned, softer now. “That’s good to hear, Amit said you might take time adjusting.”

He laughed. “Typical of him. Always making me sound like a delicate plant.”

She turned off the stove and came back to the table with a bottle of water and sat down again, casually.

“I used to be like that,” she admitted. “I was a wreck the first week here. New flat. New husband. New city. Everything changed at once.”

Ravi tilted his head. “But you seem… totally settled.”

She gave a dry little smile. “Looks are deceiving.”

He watched her, letting the words hang.

There was a depth in her voice, not sadness exactly, but a kind of awareness.

She wasn’t playing helpless. 

She wasn’t acting strong. 

She just… was.




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“You miss Vizag?” he asked.

“Sometimes,” she said.

 “I miss the stillness there. 
The beach, The temple bells in the morning.
The smells. My mother shouting at me for waking up late.”

 She smiled faintly. “But mostly I miss… not having to figure everything out alone.”

Ravi didn’t respond immediately. He felt the weight in that pause.

“I know what you mean,” he said eventually.

“Even I thought moving here would feel like… a movie montage. New city, new job, friends, weekends, maybe fall in love…”

Priya gave a soft, amused look.

“…But it’s mostly just me fighting traffic and praying the Wi-Fi holds.”

That earned a small laugh from her. “You’ll be fine, Didi is here to guide you,” she said,

Teasing lightly, the word ‘Didi’ wrapped in irony this time.


“Oh, thank god,” Ravi said with mock relief. “I’ve always wanted a gorgeous mentor who cooks lemon rice and teaches me life lessons.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Careful, Ravi. Your sarcasm is showing.”

“I’m not being sarcastic, Priya Didi,” he grinned. “I’m just expressing deep admiration.”

She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t stop smiling.

“Okay, your turn,” she said. “Why are you single?”

Ravi pretended to gasp. “Direct question!”

“Well?”

He shrugged. “Honestly? Too many moving pieces. Changing cities. College-to-job transition. And maybe…” 

He hesitated. “…maybe I haven’t met someone who just… fit. You know?”

She nodded, not asking further.

He looked at her now, eyes thoughtful.

“And you? I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, but you seem a little young to be married.”


She didn’t seem offended.





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[Hotyyhard]

nicely build up keep going bro

[shailu4ever]

nicely build up keep going

Hi Hotyyhard

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-- Shailu