Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Balcony:  Midmorning Coffee


The city outside shimmered in the noon haze,

Distant honks, a rickshaw rattling below, some pigeon wings slicing through the sky.

But in that small balcony of Flat 205, time had chosen to slow down.

Ravi sat across from her, one hand curled around the edge of his steel tumbler.

Coffee, steaming hot. Not strong, not too sweet.

Just the way she liked it.

Priya Didi sat opposite

Her saree pallu pulled over her shoulder this time,

More traditional, but it didn’t matter.

The breeze played with her hair,

Lifting it gently off her forehead and brushing it against her cheek.

She didn’t fix it.

She let it stay there.

Maybe she was tired.

Maybe it was her way of saying she didn’t care how she looked today.

But to Ravi… she looked like a page out of a Bapu painting.

Not stylized. Sacred.

“Coffee is nice,” he said softly.

She glanced up, finally.



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A small nod. “It’s the only thing I know how to make consistently.”



He smiled. “No complaints here.”

There was a pause.

Not uncomfortable, but unsure.

She took a sip. Then, finally:

“You haven’t said much today.”

Ravi shrugged. “Was just… tired.”

“Or quiet because of that day in the Auto?” Her voice wasn’t accusing, just searching.

He looked at her.

Really looked.

Her eyes were clear today.

Not angry.

But not entirely trusting either.

“I’m sorry,” he said, finally.

His voice was low, almost hoarse.

“For that moment. For crossing a line I shouldn’t have.”

She didn’t speak for a few seconds.

Then, placing her tumbler down on the wrought iron table, she turned toward him slightly.

“You know,” she said, “I’ve been thinking about that day. Not just what happened, but… how I felt about it.”

His eyes met hers.



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“And?”


“I was angry. Mostly at myself. Because… I didn’t react immediately. And I’ve been wondering why.”

He said nothing.

She continued,

“It’s not like I didn’t notice. I did. Every second. Every touch. Every look. But a part of me… didn’t hate it. And that scared me.”

The city faded away for Ravi.

“I’m married,” she whispered. “I have responsibilities. A life built around someone else. You understand that, don’t you?”


“I do,” he replied. “I truly do.”

She nodded slowly, gaze drifting back to the sky.

“I’m not ready to joke like before. But I don’t want us to become strangers either.”

He smiled, eyes soft. “Then let’s stay in the middle. I’ll wait until you walk closer.”

She glanced at him sideways. “Always this charming?”

“Only when coffee’s good.”

That got her to smile.

Just a little.

The wind picked up again, tugging at her pallu.

For a moment it lifted, revealing her waistline again,

Fair, clean, glowing like soft moonlight.

Ravi didn’t stare, but he noticed.

Every curve, every breath she took

It was carved in his mind now, without trying.

And she noticed him noticing.

But she didn’t pull the pallu back right away.

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[readersp]

Poetry in motion. Just simply awesome!!! We are now in Flat 205 balcony. only thing missing is a tumbler of hot coffee. Your writing has made us a part of all the characters ..Reading about Ravi makes me Ravi.. Reading about Priya didi..you become a part of her.. Simply captivating!!! This and the other are competing..Here Ravi and Priya, there Abhi and his awakening..Keep rocking..you are a champion writer!!!

[Hotyyhard]

wow excellent neetu quite surprised by the message hmmm story is going in nice flow awesome shailu keep the good work ;)

[Raj087]

Excellent update again...the way you wrote about Neetu and Ravi's conversation was really erotic. I liked it. Now coming to the updates where you mentioned about the dinner bloating what i feel is not all characters were required to walk in that line then it becomes obvious to the readers and there is no mystery left to it. If you concentrate only on one character that is Priya in this case would have been more realistic. Something like when they came back to their apartment then priya suddenly says about her tightness of her belly due to rich Dinner which catches Ravi's attention towards her belly and navel. The soft fullness it gained but not completely out of shape just a layer of fullness in her completely flat belly. Like Tammna Bhatiya for example. That would add a erotic feel which clearly goes with the scene you created. But you are a brilliant writer and its just a suggestion. Also you can create a scene going forward between Neetu and Ravi where they decide to secretly go in a restro bar. Neetu as per Ravi s suggestion wears a lehnga or something similar which clearly show's her navel and belly with fullness of her breasts. In the bar she first declines but later on gives in to Ravi's request and have beer and biriyani. There you can use a flirtatious conversation between them suppose in somoking area where Ravi gently give her a belly rub as she drank much beer. You can use burps and erotic expressions with detailed dailogues to make it more realistic. See i am not here to destroy your idea but just giving you suggestions so that you can implement them as its a multi dimensional plot. You are truly a gifted writer and i feel exploring intense erotic pleasure with a poetic style can be the USP of this story...

[shailu4ever]

Poetry in motion. Just simply awesome!!!  We are now in Flat 205 balcony. only thing missing is a tumbler of hot coffee. Your writing has made us a part of all the characters ..Reading about Ravi makes me Ravi.. Reading about Priya didi..you become a part of her.. Simply captivating!!! This and the other are competing..Here Ravi and Priya, there Abhi and his awakening..Keep rocking..you are a champion writer!!!

Hi readersp

Thank you so much for this incredibly heartwarming message! 

It means the world to me that the story resonated with you so deeply, to the point where you felt transported to Flat 205 and became one with the characters. 

That’s honestly the highest compliment a writer can receive.


I’m thrilled that Ravi, Priya didi, and even the quiet corners of their world came alive for you. 

And the fact that you’re torn between this and Abhi’s journey just fills me with joy.

It tells me the stories are doing what they’re meant to do: connect, evoke, and stay with you.

Your encouragement gives me fuel to keep writing and pushing these characters forward.

With that, I am going to post you a few more updates tonight.

Thank you again for reading with such heart. I’ll keep rocking, you just made sure of it!


With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

wow excellent neetu quite surprised by the message hmmm story is going in nice flow awesome shailu  keep the good work ;)

Hi HotyyHard

yesss, Neetu was definitely surprised by Ravi’s message! ? But trust me, this is just the beginning.

There are more surprises coming her way… and for all of us too! 

Glad you're enjoying the flow so far. Thanks a ton for the support! ?


Warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Excellent update again...the way you wrote about Neetu and Ravi's conversation was really erotic. I liked it. Now coming to the updates where you mentioned about the dinner bloating what i feel is not all characters were required to walk in that line then it becomes obvious to the readers and there is no mystery left to it. If you concentrate only on one character that is Priya in this case would have been more realistic. Something like when they came back to their apartment then priya suddenly says about her tightness of her belly due to rich Dinner which catches Ravi's attention towards her belly and navel. The soft fullness it gained but not completely out of shape just a layer of fullness in her completely flat belly. Like Tammna Bhatiya for example. That would add a erotic feel which clearly goes with the scene you created. But you are a brilliant writer and its just a suggestion. Also you can create a scene going forward between Neetu and Ravi where they decide to secretly go in a restro bar. Neetu as per Ravi s suggestion wears a lehnga or something similar which clearly show's her navel and belly with fullness of her breasts. In the bar she first declines but later on gives in to Ravi's request and have beer and biriyani. There you can use a flirtatious conversation between them suppose in somoking area where Ravi gently give her a belly rub as she drank much beer. You can use burps and erotic expressions with detailed dailogues to make it more realistic. See i am not here to destroy your idea but just giving you suggestions so that you can implement them as its a multi dimensional plot. You are truly a gifted writer and i feel exploring intense erotic pleasure with a poetic style can be the USP of this story...

Hi Raj087

Thank you so much! I’m really glad you enjoyed that part.  You will see more interaction between will happen as the story unfolds. Happy to hear it came through the way I intended. 

Appreciate your support, as always! ?


Regarding the update I wrote for you, I truly did my best with it. As I mentioned earlier, I honestly didn’t feel it was particularly erotic or sensuous, which is why I was not able narrate properly.  I never knew it was erotic.

That said, I’ll see what I can do in the future and try to explore more, depending on how the story evolves.


I truly appreciate your feedback and suggestions and I will see where and how I can fit them in the main plot of the story.

Once again thank you

Warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Sunday Afternoon – Post lunch


The sunlight had grown softer now, slanting through the living room’s tall windows,

Casting golden streaks across the marble floor.

A warm stillness settled in the apartment after the simple lunch,

The house exhaled its slow afternoon breath.

Ravi had offered to help clear the table,

But Priya Didi had smiled, almost teasing, and said,

“You go rest, I’ll just finish this and freshen up.”

He nodded and slipped into his room, but his mind stayed outside.

By the time he emerged again with his laptop, a notebook, and a glass of water in hand,

She was already out refreshed and changed her dress.

The scent of soft talcum powder had reached the hallway even before he turned the corner.

She wasn’t in a saree now.

She had changed into something simpler, more relaxed.

A sky-blue cotton kurta, buttoned neatly at the collar, clung gently to her frame.

Her leggings were a soft ivory, and the way the fabric followed the curves of her waist and hips without effort was... disarming.

Her hair was still damp, pulled behind in a loose knot, little strands curling along her nape and temples.

No makeup.

No jewelry.

And yet, Ravi had never seen her look more divine.

He paused quietly behind the dining partition, just watching her adjust the cushions on the sofa.

The way her kurta rose slightly as she bent down, revealing the subtle line of her back.

The way her hips moved when she turned around to pick up the remote.

Ravi could feel the thoughts rising inside him, like a tide returning to a moon it could never reach.

"Women," he thought, "are most beautiful when they aren’t trying to be. Especially women like her."

There was a quiet elegance in Priya Didi’s movements.

As if she had no idea she was being watched, and yet,

something about her carried the quiet confidence of someone who knew.


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Just then, a ping sounded from Ravi’s phone on the dining table.



Sirisha:
“Ravi bhayya ?? busy?”


He smiled. Her timing was uncanny.

Ravi:
“Not really. Just catching up on a bit of work. What’s up?”


Sirisha:
“Nothing… just wanted to say yesterday was soooo much fun ?”


Ravi:
“Yeah? Glad you enjoyed. Your whole family made me feel so welcome.”


Sirisha:
“We meant it. Neetu bhabhi said the same after you left. And also...
you looked nice in that black shirt ??”


Ravi blinked, then laughed softly.

Ravi:
“You’re teasing me now ?”


Sirisha:
“Little bit ?”


His eyes drifted back toward the living room. 

Priya was now seated on the floor, folding laundry, her posture graceful, 

Her back straight, the curve of her waist rising like a soft whisper against the light.


Sirisha:
“Anyway… I might need help with the UI part of the project later. Maybe tomorrow if you’re free?”


Ravi:
“Sure. Tomorrow works. You’re working hard, huh?”


Sirisha:
“I’m trying ? You’re inspiring me, bhayya.”


That line lingered.

In a world where beauty wore many forms,

Some flirted in text, some folded towels in the hallway, quietly brilliant, Ravi sat, pulled between two women. 

One who was impossibly close and completely forbidden. 

Another who was innocent, playful, and slowly slipping into his emotional space.

And yet, at that very moment, his eyes still searched for the folds of Priya’s kurta as they slipped down her side.

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Ravi smiled again at her last message.



Sirisha:
“I’m trying ? You’re inspiring me, bhayya.”

He typed slowly, his thumbs pausing with a grin.

Ravi:
“You don’t have to wait till tomorrow. It’s Sunday... if you’re free, come over this afternoon. We’ll figure it out together.”

A moment passed. Then:

Sirisha:
“Like now now? ?”


Ravi:
“Haha. Why not? I’m home. It’s quiet. We’ll get something done.”


Sirisha:
“Hmm. Let me change and I’ll ping you ?”


Ravi:
“Take your time. Door will be open.”

Ravi leaned back on the chair, his phone still warm in his hand. 

The thought of her coming again, her energy bubbling into the house

It was oddly pleasant.

But the moment he glanced up, his eyes found Priya again.

She was done folding and now sipping water, seated sideways on the sofa,

Her long legs drawn up, kurta slipping slightly over her knees, the sunlight kissing her cheekbones.

Ravi’s breath caught. 

Nothing, not even Sirisha’s soft teasing, could replace the silence that came from just looking at Priya Didi.
 

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In about 30 minutes a ping sounded from Ravi’s phone again


Sirisha:
Bhayyaaa… Bhabhi made rasmalai today ?


Ravi:
Ohho, I just had lunch Diddii ?


Sirisha:
I knew you'd say that! ? But Bhabhi said I can’t have all of it unless I invite you ?


Ravi:
Haha now that’s blackmail disguised as hospitality ?


Sirisha:
Not me! Her rules ? I’m just the messenger.


Ravi:
So you’re eating rasmalai and blaming it on Bhabhi?


Sirisha:
Obviously ? But if you don’t come soon, there won’t be anything left. I can’t promise anything ?‍?️


Ravi:
Let me guess... half of it is already in your tummy?


Sirisha:
Maybe ? But who’s counting? You better come quickly before I “accidentally” finish the rest ?


Ravi:
Tempting me with sweets on a lazy Sunday… evil tactics ?


Sirisha:
Accept your fate, Bhayya. Just come over ?

[magneticpersonality]

Priya - Tamanna Bhatia

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Sirisha - Sreeleela

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Neetu - Hebah Patel

[shailu4ever]

Ravi tossed his phone onto the bed with a half-smile still tugging at the edge of his lips.


Sirisha’s messages, light as air and just teasing enough,

Left a trace of warmth in the room.

The air outside his window was still with the heaviness of a lazy Sunday,

But inside him, something stirred—something curious, maybe even excited.

He didn’t overthink it.

He just changed into a fresh tee and stepped out.

No announcement, no explanations.

Priya and Amit were still in their room.

Probably resting.

It was a quiet afternoon in 205.

The hallway outside was empty, the kind of silence only a Sunday afternoon could offer.

He walked to the elevator, pressed the button, and waited.

The stainless steel doors opened with a soft ding,

And in seconds he was ascending...

Toward a little mischief... toward rasmalai.. toward Sirisha...


And maybe something more.

He didn’t know what it was exactly.

But he knew it felt like stepping into a breeze after a long still day.

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Hi magneticpersonality



Thanks so much for putting in the time and thought to select and share those images, it really shows your dedication, and I appreciate it.

Just one note: for Priya Didi, I’d prefer not to assign a specific face to her. 

I feel like readers already have their own image of her in their minds, and I’d like to keep that open and personal for everyone.

I’ll share a few more thoughts in the story chat shortly. Thanks again for your creativity and input!

I want to see other thoughts before we can finalize.

Once again thank you for your suggestions.  These keeps me motivated to move forward.

with warm regards
-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Sunday Afternoon – Welcome to 401



The door to flat 401 opened with a little bounce, and there she was, 

Sirisha, glowing in the soft amber of the corridor light,

Her hair loose and flowing over her shoulders.

She wore a casual yet striking outfit, a pastel pink crop top paired with high, waisted blue jeans,

Her bellybutton just barely visible when she moved.

Her bright eyes sparkled as soon as she saw Ravi.

“Bhayyaaa!” she grinned, dragging the word out with playful exaggeration.

“You really came, ha! I thought you’d ditch me for Priya Didi’s cooking again.”

Ravi smiled, instantly warmed by her energy.

“I barely escaped, to be honest,” he chuckled,

Stepping inside. “Didi made paneer and threatened to cook again if I left too soon.”

Sirisha laughed and moved aside to let him in.

“Don’t worry, I made something too. Neetu Bhabi helped. So… your stomach won’t regret the visit.”

As he stepped in, the home felt welcoming, not too polished, but full of life.

The curtains swayed slightly in the breeze from the half-open window.

Soft Telugu music played from a speaker in the corner.

The aroma of something sweet lingered faintly in the air.

From the kitchen, Neetu appeared, and the moment Ravi saw her, his photographic memory clicked again.

Dressed in a mustard-yellow kurti with a long side slit and leggings,

Her dupatta casually slung around her neck,

She still carried that dinner night elegance, but now with a homely warmth.



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“Ravi!” Neetu said brightly, wiping her hands on a towel.


“Look who finally visited without an invitation for food.”

“Bhabi, technically this was an invitation,” Ravi replied with a grin.

Sirisha rolled her eyes and added,

“Hah! I had to beg you, practically. Bhayya, you better stay till evening. We’re not letting you go quickly.”

Neetu joined in, teasing, “And we made sweet just for you. Vamsi’s not here, so we need someone to praise us, no?”

Ravi raised an eyebrow, pretending to be serious.

“So I’m just a food critic now? Not a guest?”

Sirisha gave him a mock punch on the arm.

“Guest, critic, tutor… all-in-one package.”

They all laughed.

Neetu gestured toward the couch.

“Come sit. Relax. We’ll serve you properly today. Sirisha’s been excited since morning.”

“Bhabi!” Sirisha blushed, half-playfully and half-worried Ravi might take that seriously.

Ravi noticed that pinkness in her cheeks, the way her smile curled slightly as she turned and walked to get the tray of tea.

Something about her felt innocent and daring at the same time.

Neetu sat next to Ravi, leaning slightly closer.

“She talks about you more than you know,” she whispered with a teasing glint in her eye.

“I heard that!” Sirisha called from the kitchen.


Neetu whispered again, louder, “You were meant to!”


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