Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Long Shadows

It was nearing 5:30 PM when Ravi finally closed his laptop.

He stretched his arms and turned toward Sirisha,

who had, by now, grown comfortable in his room—her shoes off,

legs folded on the chair,

And one elbow resting on the table as she lazily tapped through her code.

She didn’t look ready to leave. Not even close.

“You’re done with office?” she asked, her tone light, but her eyes eager.

“Yeah. Thursdays are work-from-home. Easier days.”

She tilted her head slightly. “So you’re all mine now?”

Ravi chuckled. “Looks like it.”

There was a tiny silence, just a breath long, but in that breath,

Her eyes sparkled a little more than before.

“Good!” she grinned, tucking her legs under her again. “Now I can ask you all the important questions.”

Ravi raised an eyebrow, amused but wary. “Important questions?”

“Yep!” she nodded eagerly, propping her chin on her palm,

her elbow resting on her knee, looking at him as if she were about to conduct an interview.

“You’re too serious, Bhayya. I need to know the real stuff.”

Ravi chuckled softly. “I’m not sure I want to know what counts as ‘real’ in your dictionary.”


Sirisha grinned wider, clearly enjoying herself.



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“Let’s start with the classic,” she said, holding up an imaginary mic.



“Shoot.”

“Why aren’t you married?”

Ravi smiled, caught off-guard. “You don’t waste time, do you?”

“No, really!” she laughed.

“You seem so… balanced. Good job, nice house, good manners. I’d think girls would be lining up.”

He leaned back. “I don’t know. Maybe I didn’t want to rush. Maybe I was waiting.”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

Ravi blinked, caught off guard by her directness.

“No,” he replied calmly, not flustered, but amused at her bluntness.

Sirisha gasped dramatically, leaning back like he had just revealed a national secret.

“Seriously?! A guy like you,  tall, fair, handsome, so decent,  and single? Impossible!” she teased,

Eyes wide with playful disbelief.

Ravi chuckled again, shaking his head slightly. “I think you’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not!” she insisted, grinning.

“You have this whole mysterious hero vibe going on, Bhayya. I bet girls fall for you all the time.”

“Where do you even get these ideas?” Ravi asked, still smiling.

Sirisha waved it off, completely unfazed.

“I just know. We girls can tell these things, you know. It’s like… sixth sense.”


She leaned in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially.



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“Okay, fine. If you’re not seeing anyone now…

have you ever had a serious crush? 

Like, the heart racing, can’t sleep, Bollywood song playing in your head kind?”


Ravi let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You really have no filters, do you?”

“None!” Sirisha said proudly, beaming.

Ravi paused for a moment, then answered, his voice steady but thoughtful.

“Maybe once,” he said quietly.

Sirisha’s eyes widened, her curiosity instantly doubling.

“Ooooh! Tell me, tell me! Who was she? College senior? Office colleague? Secret love story?”

Ravi shook his head, still amused by her eagerness.

“Nothing dramatic like that,” he said. “It was… complicated.”

Sirisha’s face lit up like she had struck gold.

“Complicated? That’s my favorite category!” she declared, leaning forward,

Eyes practically shining. “Come on, Bhayya! You have to tell me now.”

Ravi only smiled faintly, his expression unreadable.

“I don’t think you’d understand,” he said gently, almost as if talking to himself.

Sirisha narrowed her eyes, playful but determined.

“Try me,” she challenged, tilting her head, her wavy hair falling over her cheek.

Their eyes met, and for a brief second,

The teasing slipped, just enough for her to feel the weight behind his words.

But then she grinned again, refusing to let the mood turn too serious.


“Fine,” she said with a playful pout, “I’ll let you keep your secrets. For now.”



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She stretched her arms lazily


Her anklet softly jingling again as she shifted position.

“But Bhayya,” she said, suddenly grinning mischievously again,

“I swear, you’re wasting that face of yours staying single like this. 

If you were in my college, 

half the girls would have been fainting in the corridors.”



Ravi laughed, quiet but genuine.

Looking at him, then quickly lowering her gaze. “Sorry. Too much?”

“No,” he said. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Sirisha tucked her legs under herself again,

Her earrings gently swinging as she moved.

“I don’t know why I ask stuff like this,” she murmured, almost to herself.

“My friends say I have no filter. But it’s not that. It’s just… with some people, you feel okay asking things.”

Ravi watched her for a moment.

The light from the window was golden now, casting soft shadows across her cheekbones, the edge of her lips.

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing,” he said.

She smiled, her eyes on his.

Outside, a scooter whizzed past. The silence that followed was warm and settled.

“You like it here?” Ravi asked. “Mumbai, I mean.”


Sirisha leaned her head back slightly.

“Honestly? I love the energy. But sometimes I miss the quiet. Our place back home has this terrace where I used to sit and do nothing for hours. Here… there’s always noise.”

“There’s noise,” he said slowly, “but sometimes… someone shows up and makes the place quieter.”

Sirisha looked at him again.



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“I like that,” she whispered. “I hope… I’m that kind of noise.”


There was a tiny shiver in her voice, not of nervousness,


But of exposure, as though she hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

But she didn’t take it back.

Ravi smiled softly. “You might be.”

Sirisha blushed and looked away.

She pulled her knees tighter, resting her chin on them for a moment.

“You make it easy to talk, Ravi Bhayya,” she said. “It’s weird. You’re not like the people I know.”

He didn’t respond immediately.

He just watched her, watched how her fingers toyed with the hem of her sleeve,

How her eyes darted toward him and away again.

“You hungry?” he asked suddenly.

“A little.”

“Let’s go get something from the kitchen.”

They walked out together, her steps light beside his.

Priya wasn’t around, they could hear her on a call, maybe with Amit.

The air between them shifted again, this time with a playful tinge.

Inside the kitchen, Sirisha spotted the murukku bowl and grinned.

“I’ll take these,” she said,


Grabbing one and crunching into it with the joy only college students seemed to manage.



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Ravi opened the fridge. “Juice?”


“Yes...”

He poured two glasses, handed her one.

Their fingers brushed.

Sirisha didn’t flinch.

They stood by the counter, sipping and snacking,

The sun slipping into gold outside the window.

“I like this house,” she said.

“It feels… warm. Not because of the lights. But because of the people.”

Ravi gave her a curious look. “You’ve only met two.”

She smiled. “Sometimes that’s enough to know.”

She glanced at the clock.

“I should go,” she said quietly. “But I don’t want to.”

“You can stay a little longer if you like.”

Her eyes met his, and something unspoken passed between them, nothing improper, nothing dangerous.

Just… interest. Connection. The start of a pull.

She shook her head, smiling as she turned away. “No. If I stay longer, I might start saying more nonsense.”

“I think I’d like that.”

She looked back over her shoulder, eyes glowing.

Then she walked to the door, slipping into her sneakers.

Just before she left, she turned around. “Same time soon again?”

“Any time,” Ravi replied.


And then, she was gone.

The door clicked shut, but the air she left behind lingered,

scented with banana walnut,

warm chai… and something new Ravi hadn’t felt in a long time.

A flutter.


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[shailu4ever]

Echoes in Three Hearts

Ravi


Ravi leaned back in his chair

Half a smile still tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Sirisha’s laughter was still echoing faintly in the room like the memory of a song, light, youthful, utterly unfiltered.

She had left only minutes ago,

But the atmosphere had shifted.

He could still feel her presence,

like a trace of perfume clinging to the room’s edge.

Something in her had lit up the space, her eyes, her voice,

That surprising little sentence about being his kind of noise.

He liked her.

That much was clear.


But as he sat alone again,

Glass still half-full on the table

His thoughts drifted-almost involuntarily.

To her.

To Priya Didi.

Even when Sirisha had been here

Laughing, leaning close,

Those moments of charm woven so effortlessly

There was still a part of him that had remained tuned to Priya.


Like a radio in a car always slightly catching another signal beneath the music.

It was maddening. 

Beautiful, yes. 

But maddening.



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Sirisha



Back in her flat

Sirisha had shut the door gently

As though the sound might erase something delicate she was still holding onto.

She pressed her back to the closed door

Eyes wide, pulse quickened.

She wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened

But she knew one thing:

She hadn’t felt that kind of ease with anyone in a long time.

He was older, not like the boys in her class.

He didn’t try to impress or perform.

But there was something in the way he listened

The way his voice softened when he looked at her

That made her feel visible in a way she hadn’t felt before.

It wasn’t love.

She wouldn’t even call it a crush.

But it mattered.

He mattered.



And she wasn’t ready to tell anyone

Not even herself

What that meant.


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Sirisha flopped onto her bed with the drama only a girl her age could manage.


Her cheeks were still a little warm

But warm enough to tell her something had changed.

She wasn’t sure when it had started.

Maybe when he handed her the glass of juice and their fingers brushed.

Maybe earlier,

When he smiled at her code,

Not like a teacher correcting a mistake,

But like someone proud of her effort.

Or maybe it was how he looked at her

Really looked.

Not scanning, not guessing. Just… seeing.

Ravi bhayya.

She mouthed the word slowly,

Thoughtfully.

It didn’t feel right anymore.

He didn’t feel like a bhayya.

And maybe that was wrong.

Maybe it wasn’t allowed.


But how could someone like him exist

And not make you feel something?


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He was tall, she noticed that first.


Broad shoulders, a good build.

He had that clean, natural fairness that made his eyes stand out,

Even without trying.

And he dressed simply.

Not flashy. Just… elegant.

Corporate, but not boring.

His voice was calm, but it carried weight.

And the best part?

He wasn’t full of himself.

Most men who looked like that came with ego.

With commentary. With that smug, “I know I’m hot” vibe.

But Ravi Bhayya?

He asked her about her.

He smiled when she laughed at her own jokes.

He poured her juice.

What kind of guy did that?

Some girl out there would be so lucky to call him hers.

And suddenly, just for a second, the thought came uninvited—

Why not me?


She rolled over, hugging her pillow.

She wouldn’t tell her friends.

Not yet. They wouldn’t understand.

She barely did.



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Priya



From the hallway

Priya passed by Ravi’s room with slow steps.

The door was slightly ajar.

Inside, the room was still, but warm,

As though it had recently been filled with laughter.

She didn’t stop.

Didn’t linger.

But she noticed the cake box on the desk.

Two cups of chai on the side table.

And a quiet air of something she couldn’t name.

Her eyes shifted.

She wasn’t angry.

Why should she be?

Sirisha was a sweet girl.

Harmless.

And Ravi had been nothing but kind.

But she couldn’t deny the tiny flutter that passed through her chest

Like a thread being pulled too softly to tear,

But firm enough to tug.


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She didn’t understand it.


She didn’t want to.

Back in the kitchen,

She opened a drawer just to close it again.

In another life

She might have smiled at the idea of Ravi and Sirisha sitting close,

Sipping tea, sharing laughter.

But here… in this life…

She wasn’t smiling.

Priya stood by the window,

her phone still in hand though the call had ended long ago.

The dusk light outside painted the curtains in gold, soft and delicate.

But her mind was anything but calm.

She wasn’t sure what she was feeling.

Sirisha was sweet, truly.

A child, really.

Enthusiastic, full of questions, polite and endearing.

But something about the way her voice had rung from Ravi’s room

Something about that small, shared laughter that echoed down the hall

It unsettled Priya more than she wanted to admit.


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She’d never seen Ravi like that.

Relaxed. Light. Even a little flirtatious.

She pressed her lips together

And walked slowly to her dressing table, glancing at herself.

There was no reason to feel this way.

But still… she did.

Ravi was young, yes, but not boyish.

He had presence.

He was striking in ways even Amit wasn’t.

Taller, broader, quietly magnetic.

His complexion was sharp, fair, glowing under the yellow lights.

His voice, calm but masculine. Deep. Steady.

She'd noticed it all from day one.

She’d noticed the way his shirts sat perfectly over his shoulders.

The way he moved through a room without needing to own it

And still… somehow did.

But he never stared.

Never crossed a line.

Never even hinted.

That’s what made it worse.


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Because sometimes,


When a man like that has no arrogance,

No need to prove himself…

There’s a hidden boldness underneath.

A quiet confidence.

Maybe even something naughty.

And that... that was dangerous.

She smiled to herself, dryly, almost bitterly.

Any girl would be lucky to have him in her life.

And Sirisha?

She wasn’t just lucky. She was free.

Free to smile at him without guilt.

Free to laugh in his room without watching the clock.

Free to blush without shame.

Priya turned away from the mirror.

She didn’t understand what was rising in her chest

But it wasn’t just discomfort.

It was jealousy.

And for the first time in years.



She didn’t know who she was jealous of

Sirisha... or Ravi.
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Three hearts. Three rooms. One ripple.

A new tension, almost invisible, had entered the house.

Not loud. Not dangerous.

Not yet.

But present.




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[shailu4ever]

Scene 12 – The Quiet Between Them



The kitchen light was warm, soft.

A golden halo that should’ve made everything feel cozy.

But tonight, the house felt quieter than usual.

Ravi sat at the dining table

Elbows lightly resting on the wood, eyes occasionally glancing toward the open kitchen.

He watched Priya move between the counter and the stove with practiced grace, measured, elegant.

But there was a stiffness to her tonight. Her shoulders didn’t sway.

Her footfalls were gentler, more calculated.

Something was off.

He thought of Sirisha,

Of how she'd filled the afternoon with her chatter, her easy laughs.

How naturally she had sat beside him

How effortlessly the time had slipped away.

But that brightness, now, felt like it didn’t belong here.

Not when Priya Didi wouldn’t meet his eyes.

She finally emerged with two plates and set them down gently.

“Khaana thanda ho gaya toh mujhe bolna,” she said, without looking at him.

Her voice was soft. Polite. But… formal.


He waited for her to sit.


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She did, across from him,


The same spot she always took.

Only this time, she didn’t ask how his work was.

She didn’t smile when passing the roti basket.

She didn’t even remind him to add more sabzi.

Ravi cleared his throat. “The sabzi smells great today, Didi.”

She nodded slightly

Keeping her eyes on her plate. “It’s the same as yesterday.”

He wanted to say something more.

Something meaningful.

But the words stayed stuck in his throat.

He watched her hand, 

The way she tore the roti.

How her fingers trembled, only slightly,

But enough for him to notice.

She wasn’t angry.

But something was unsettled.


And it bothered him more than he expected.

He hesitated… then softly asked, “Everything okay?”


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Priya looked up, briefly.


Their eyes met.

Her gaze was unreadable.

“Everything’s fine,” she said.

Her lips lifted in a polite smile. “Just a little tired.”

Just as Ravi took another bite

His eyes drifting toward her once more

Priya quietly placed her roti down and looked up.

"Ravi," she said, her tone steady.

Not sharp. Not soft. Just… level.

“You don’t have to keep checking if I’m okay.”

He looked at her, startled for a second.

She held his gaze. “I am. I will be. But I just need a little space for a few days.”

Ravi didn’t know what to say at first.

His voice dropped. “I understand. I… really didn’t mean to—”

“I know,” she cut in gently, not with irritation

But with finality. “And I’m not upset like you think I am.”

Her eyes lingered on him now. A few seconds longer.

“I just need to settle a few things inside me,” she said.


“That’s all. And when I do, we’ll talk the way we used to.”



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She took another bite.



He nodded slowly. Quietly.

And then, with her usual grace,

She moved the conversation away from the wound.

“Tomorrow, you’ll be going to office, right?”

“Yes,” Ravi said, softly.

“Good. If you want something packed, let me know before ten.”

It wasn’t forgiveness.

It wasn’t warmth.

But it was… something.

A pause in the wall.

A promise, perhaps, that this wouldn’t be the end of whatever strange rhythm had begun between them.

And that was the end of it.

For the rest of the meal, they ate in near silence.

The sounds of the city filtered in from the balcony, the honk of an auto,

The distant hum of traffic, a neighbor’s TV muffled through walls.

But between them… nothing.

Just the quiet weight of something unspoken.

Something both had felt, earlier, sharper.

And something neither of them knew how to name.

Not yet.




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A Ping in the Dark


Ravi had just placed his phone on the side table when it buzzed again.

Ping.

He blinked at the screen, already past midnight.

Sirisha:

I forgot to say thank you properly, sir ? You really helped me today.


He smiled faintly.

Ravi:

No need for “sir.” Just Ravi is fine.

But you’re welcome ?


Sirisha:

Okay Ravi Bhayya ?

Then thank you, Ravi Bhayya.

Your handwriting on the whiteboard is cooler than most teachers ?



Ravi:

You’ve already figured out how to flatter your mentors, I see.

Dangerous skill.


Sirisha:

Hehe. Not flatter. Just… noticed things.

Also, you didn’t get bored right? ? I was talking too much I guess.



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