Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Tuesday Night – Silence in 205


The door had closed hours ago, but the sound still lingered in Ravi’s mind.

That hurried shuffle of bags, Amit’s firm voice giving last-minute instructions,

Priya’s soft but focused movements, none of it felt real.

The sudden emptiness of the house now felt vast,

Like someone had pulled the life out of it and left only walls and breath behind.

He sat alone on the couch, elbows resting on his knees, eyes unfocused.

The room still held traces of her, her faint jasmine fragrance still hung in the air,

And the folds of the sofa cushion bore the subtle imprint of where she had sat beside him just hours ago.

His fingers absently touched the cushion’s edge.

“Was it real?” he whispered to himself.

That moment, when her laughter had curled into the air like music,

When her eyes had softened toward him, when their conversation had danced between the playful and the tender

It had all seemed like the beginning of something.

Something sacred.

Something dangerous.

Something he would never trade for anything.

But now... now the house felt too quiet.


He got up, wandered into the kitchen, opened the fridge, closed it again without taking anything.

Hunger wasn’t the emptiness he was feeling.



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[shailu4ever]

He passed by her room. Dark. Silent.



The door was slightly ajar.

His eyes lingered for a second.

She won’t be back tomorrow.

Or the day after.

He turned back into his own room, kicked off his slippers, and lay on his bed.

The ceiling fan spun a rhythm above him, slow and steady.

His thoughts didn’t match it.

Her voice echoed in fragments.

“I didn't forget anything, just took a few days off.”

That one line had felt like a hand reaching out,

A window opened again after days of silence.

And then, gone.

His phone screen lit up as he picked it up.

He went to their last chat.

Just stared at her name for a while.

He didn’t know how long he lay like that.

Maybe minutes. Maybe an hour.

Eventually, he turned to the side, facing the wall, and whispered so softly it barely broke the silence.

“I’ll wait, Didi…”

And in that whisper was everything he couldn’t say aloud

The longing, the hope, the storm of emotion he had no right to show, not yet.

The house was dark.

But his feelings were awake.

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[shailu4ever]

Tuesday Night – A Late Glimmer


Ravi lay still in bed, eyes open, the soft ceiling fan breeze brushing past him.

The silence in 205 had grown thicker since he’d last moved.

Almost without thinking, he reached for his phone on the bedside table.

Just to check the time, he told himself.

11:52 PM.

But there were notifications.

A few missed pings on WhatsApp.

He unlocked the phone.

And there it was.

Sirisha:
“Bhayyaaaa You forgot your promise?”
Sent at 11:34 PM


“You said you’ll help me prep for the Tuesday session next week too ”
“Also I didn’t even get a review for today’s look. Bad Bhayya. Very bad.”
Sent at 11:36 PM


“Okay fine. Sleep tight if you’re sleeping. Good night, Ravi Bhayya ”
Sent at 11:41 PM


A small smile cracked the solemnness on his face.

Ravi read the messages again, this time slower.

Her tone, as always, playful and full of that typical Gen Z charm

Half complaint, half craving for attention.

And beneath all of it, a strange warmth.

He sighed. She’s adorable… He typed, then deleted.

Instead, he went into their chat. Hovered for a moment. Then typed:

Ravi:
“I didn’t forget. Was just a long day.”
“And your look today?”
“That’s dangerous to comment on at midnight. Might lose sleep ”

He smiled to himself.

His eyes drifted to her display picture,

Still the one with her leaning near her brother’s car, sunglasses on, carefree smile flashing.

Then, a second notification popped up.

Different name. Different tone.

Neetu Bhabhi:

“So... no Rasmalai dreams tonight?”
“Or should I give you a few visuals to help? ”
Sent at 11:49 PM



Ravi blinked.

His lips parted slightly as he exhaled.

The house might be quiet.

But clearly, the night was not over.

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[shailu4ever]

Tuesday Night – After Midnight Whispers



Ravi lay back against the pillow, phone in hand, the pale screen glow dancing across his thoughtful eyes.


First, Sirisha.

Ravi:
“Looks like Bhayya’s compliment meant a lot to someone ?”
“But I have to admit… You did make it hard to concentrate today.”
“Dangerous is the right word, Sirisha.”


He hovered his thumb for a moment, then hit send.

But no blue ticks.

He smiled.

Probably curled up like a kitten, dreaming of Instagram filters and Rasmalai.

Just as before turning off the screen, he checked for other messages.


Neetu Bhabhi  is typing...

Ravi’s eyes sharpened slightly.

So she was awake.

Then came her reply.

Neetu Bhabhi:
“Oh? So you’re awake too? Thought I was the only midnight ghost wandering around ”
“Woke up for water… but now wondering if Rasmalai Bhayya is also craving dessert ”


He exhaled, slow and deliberate, the line between amusement and tension softening.

He replied, fingers tapping lightly:

Ravi:
“You’re dangerous at this hour, Bhabhi.”
“I’m still recovering from the pink gagra effect. Haven’t even dared to rewind that visual yet.”


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The reply came almost instantly.



Neetu Bhabhi:
“Recovering? Poor thing.
What exactly hit you harder? 
The gagra? Or the navel view? ”


Ravi blinked, lips parting slightly. 

This woman didn’t hold back at all.

He laughed to himself, shaking his head slowly before replying:

Ravi:
“That gagra did most of the damage. But that blouse… it should come with a warning.”
“And don’t even get me started on that glimpse of the waist chain. You knew what you were doing.”


The typing bubbles flickered again.


Then paused.

Then flickered again.

Neetu Bhabhi:
“Maybe I did.”
“But you? You watched like you’d paint me if you could. That stare was… electric.”
“I should feel shy, but somehow… I liked it.”


Ravi felt his breath stall for just a second.

His fingers hovered. So many replies rushed to mind—but he typed just this:

Ravi:
“It wasn’t a stare. It was… appreciation. You looked like a dream. And dreams deserve to be seen.”


For a moment, silence.

No reply. No typing bubbles.

Then:

Neetu Bhabhi:
“Good night, painter saab.”
“If I show up in your dreams tonight… don’t blame me. Blame your memory.”


Ravi set his phone down gently, eyes still on the dark ceiling.

Sirisha slept like a sweet silence.

Neetu whispered like a forbidden breeze.

And somewhere in his heart...

Priya’s shadow still lingered, like a light he could neither reach nor escape.

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[shailu4ever]

Wednesday Morning – Messages, Memories, and Moving On


The faint morning light crept through the beige curtains, soft and cold.

Ravi turned in bed

Eyes barely open as he reached for his phone instinctively.

The screen blinked to life 6:38 AM.

Two notifications greeted him.

One from Amit Bhaiyya

The other from Sirisha

Ravi sat up slowly, already sensing the emotional weight before reading them.

Amit Bhaiyya – 4:11 AM
“We reached around 3. Dad’s still on ventilator. Doctors said next 24 hrs are critical. Will keep you posted.”

Ravi stared at the message.

Simple. Grim. No fluff.

He could imagine Amit’s face, calm, contained.

But Priya Didi’s? That was a different story.

She must be heartbroken. That man was like a father to her too…

He typed slowly:

Ravi:
“Bhaiyya… I’m really sorry. Please take care of Didi. And yourself. Let me know if I can help in any way.”

He paused, then added another line.

“Will light a diya for uncle today.”


Next, Sirisha.

Sirisha – 3:12 AM
“Sorry bhayya! Slept off like a log ”
“Also… don’t say dangerous things like that!
What if I actually dreamt about the compliment? ”



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[shailu4ever]

Ravi smiled for the first time that morning.


The innocence in her tone, the slight flirt, the freshness,

It made him forget the weight of Amit’s message for just a second.

He replied:

Ravi:
“You probably did ”
“Careful, dreams like that can become addictive.”

She replied instantly, typing...

But he glanced at the time again.

7:02 AM. He had to get ready for work.

He sent one last message before putting the phone down:

Ravi:
“Let’s chat later. Heading to office. Have a nice dream hangover ”

He stood up, stretching, but something still felt… off.

He looked around the apartment, quiet, heavy.

No faint clinking from the kitchen.

No scent of Priya’s morning filter coffee.

No soft half-smile when their eyes met awkwardly near the sink.

Just silence.

He showered quickly and got dressed.

Light blue shirt.

Slim-fit navy chinos. Clean-shaven.

Formal, but something about him looked a little sharper today.

A little more... defined.

As he adjusted his watch and grabbed his laptop, his reflection caught his own stare in the mirror.

"You’ve got this," he murmured softly.

But his eyes still lingered on the door that stayed closed all night.

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[readersp]

Shailu ji, give that update from Neetu bhabhi please!!! can't wait to read those!!! Simply captivating!!! the way in which you are weaving the whole story.. awesome!!!

[Raj087]

If you can make a scene which i mentioned earlier with Neetu bhabhi you be great. They secretly decides to visit restro bar Neetu showing her entire belly in ghagra or something similar there she gives in to Ravi's request and have beer and biriyani..and Ravi casually touches her belly in somoking area..As Priya and Amit are out now for few days you can incorporate this plot...i think with your level of depiction and detailing it will be most erotic update..just add some flirtatious conversation and dailogues...see again its a idea i know you must have thought something and i don't intend to distrub your idea's its just a suggestion to you. If you feel it goes with the existing plot you can try...rest you are the best storyteller i know here so far...

[shailu4ever]

Shailu ji, give that update from Neetu bhabhi please!!! can't wait to read those!!!  Simply captivating!!! the way in which you are weaving the whole story.. awesome!!!

Hi readersp

Thank you so much!  I’m really glad you’re enjoying the story! 

I hear you, Neetu Bhabhi’s update is definitely coming! Since Priya Didi is not in town right now, Ravi will be spending more time with Neetu and Siritha, so you’ll definitely see more updates focusing on Neetu Bhabhi soon.

I’m excited for you to see where this all goes!

Your excitement really motivates me to keep weaving this story in the best way possible. 

Thanks again for your support, it means a lot!

With warm regards

-- Shailu

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[shailu4ever]

If you can make a scene which i mentioned earlier with Neetu bhabhi you be great. They secretly decides to visit restro bar Neetu showing her entire belly in ghagra or something similar there she gives in to Ravi's request and have beer and biriyani..and Ravi casually touches her belly in somoking area..As Priya and Amit are out now for few days you can incorporate this plot...i think with your level of depiction and detailing it will be most erotic update..just add some flirtatious conversation and dailogues...see again its a idea i know you must have thought something and i don't intend to distrub your idea's its just a suggestion to you. If you feel it goes with the existing plot you can try...rest you are the best storyteller i know here so far...

Hi Raj087

I will see what I can do.  In my plot there is no bar visit.  I will see what can I do.  But I have your requests in my mind and I will see how can I put them in the plot.  I will see a correct location for those.

Thank you very much for your compliments.  That is so nice of you.

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Wednesday Night – An Empty Flat, A Warm Invitation


The clock on the wall blinked 7:56 PM.

The soft ticking seemed louder than it should’ve been.

Ravi sat alone on the couch in 205, dinner untouched.

A small steel plate of sabzi, dal, and a rolled chapati,

Cooked the previous night by Priya before they left, was placed neatly on the table.

But he hadn’t lifted a finger.

The flat felt cold. Sterile. Almost too quiet.

He had always admired Priya Didi's graceful silences—but this kind of silence was unbearable.

He leaned back, closed his eyes for a moment.

Then, his phone buzzed.

Vamsi Bhaiyya – 7:58 PM

“Ravi… we were just talking about you. Come have dinner with us tonight, ra. Don’t eat alone yaar. Neetu’s already making extra.”

“Btw she insisted I invite you ”

Ravi’s lips twitched into a faint smile.

Just then, another message popped up.

Neetu Bhabhi – 7:59 PM

“Don’t even try to say no. I made lemon rice and your favorite brinjal fry. Come down. NOW.”

He stared at both messages for a moment… then looked at the untouched food in front of him.

“Alright,” he whispered. “Maybe this place is too quiet.”

He walked into his room, 

Changed into a soft t-shirt and track pants, ran his fingers through his hair, and stepped out.

The hallway echoed differently tonight.


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[shailu4ever]

8:10 PM – Flat 401


As Ravi rang the bell, the door opened almost instantly

Sirisha stood there, glowing in a peach colored cotton kurti and pajama set

Her hair loosely tied up.

“Bhayyaaa!” she beamed. “Took you long enough.”

Inside, the apartment was lively, warm lights,

The faint aroma of lemon and ghee floating in the air, and a soft instrumental playing on someone’s phone speaker.

Neetu appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel.

She was dressed in a printed salwar suit, her thick hair braided neatly, a gentle bindi on her forehead.

“So, finally you listened to your bhabhi?” she teased, narrowing her eyes dramatically.

Ravi gave a mock salute. “When you say lemon rice, bhabhi… who has the courage to say no?”

Vamsi chuckled from the living room couch.

“He’s already family now. Might as well keep his chair fixed here.”

The three of them laughed.

And in that laughter, the weight Ravi had been carrying all day finally loosened—just a bit.

Ravi sat cross-legged at the dining table,

The warm plate in front of him steaming with lemon rice, brinjal fry, and a side of freshly made curd.

Neetu placed a steel tumbler of buttermilk beside his plate and tapped the table gently.

“Now eat. Not one word until your plate is empty,” she mock-commanded, eyes playful.

Sirisha pulled a chair next to him with a grin.


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[shailu4ever]

“She’s serious. Ask Vamsi bhaiyya what happens when someone talks before finishing.”


“I got smacked with a hot roti once,” Vamsi called out from the living room,

Sipping his juice. “It was worth it.”

Everyone laughed.

Ravi chuckled, picking up a spoonful of rice.

“This is better than any restaurant, bhabhi. Really.”

Neetu sat across, raising a brow.

“Restaurant? You better not compare me with those oil-splashed menus again.”

He swallowed and smiled at her.

“Okay, fine. This is… home food. Perfectly made. Tastes like love.”

That line made Neetu pause for half a second.

She looked at him longer than she intended.

Then slowly lowered her gaze and reached for her glass.

Sirisha, unaware of the shift, leaned her elbow on the table.

“Bhayya, you must be lucky. Priya didi’s cooking, now Neetu bhabhi’s magic. Who needs Swiggy?”

“Only thing I miss,” Ravi said, grinning at her, “is a good Rasmalai.”

“Arrey!” Sirisha lit up. “I told you na? I’ll make it this weekend. You come again.”

Neetu tilted her head slightly,

Sipping her water with a smile. “Don’t promise unless you deliver. ”

“Oh, I’ll deliver,” Sirisha said,

Eyes glinting. “And I’ll make Bhayya taste-test every version.”

Ravi looked at her face glowing with pride.

There was something childlike in her confidence, bubbly, unfiltered

And she clearly enjoyed making him the center of her attention.

Across from him, Neetu was quieter now.

But there was a stillness in her smile, her eyes holding something Ravi couldn’t quite read.

A slow burn.

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[shailu4ever]

Later, On the Couch


After dinner, the four of them migrated to the living room.

Sirisha sat cross-legged on the rug,

Scrolling through a few memes she kept showing Ravi with giggles.

Neetu sat on one end of the couch, legs tucked to one side, a light shawl around her shoulders.

Ravi leaned against the armrest, sipping chai Vamsi had brewed.

The lights were dimmer now.

A soft playlist hummed through the speakers.

The air had the feel of an easy night, where people didn’t feel rushed to be anywhere.

“Ravi,” Neetu said suddenly, gently interrupting Sirisha’s laughter.

“You don’t talk much about your past. Anyone special back home?”

Ravi looked up, a faint smile crossing his lips.

“Special? Too many people are special in my life. But no… no one that special.”

“Hmmm,” she said thoughtfully, almost teasing. “Good. That means no girl will fight me when I flirt.”

Sirisha’s eyes widened as she choked on her laughter. “Bhabhiiii!”

Vamsi, still in the kitchen area stacking plates, shouted, “Eh, what’s going on there?”

Neetu grinned like a cat. “Nothing. Just teasing. You go stack bowls.”

Ravi laughed but his gaze locked with hers briefly.

And in that moment, her smile changed.

It held a trace of seriousness.

A kind of awareness.

She looked away first.


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As Ravi Prepared to Leave


Ravi stood, stretching slightly.

“Thanks for the lovely dinner, bhabhi. Sirisha, I’m holding you to the Rasmalai plan.”

Sirisha jumped up and gave a mock salute. “It’s already in the prep pipeline, Bhayya.”

Neetu walked with him to the door. The corridor was quiet now.

“I’m glad you came,” she said softly.

He turned to her and nodded. “Me too.”

“Text me when you reach. Just so I know you’re not eaten by ghosts in that flat now,”

She added playfully, tapping her phone.

Sirisha giggled behind her, “Ghosts will be scared of Bhayya. He’ll talk them into therapy.”

Ravi smiled, waved, and turned toward 205.

As he walked back, he could still feel Neetu’s gaze on his back.

And Sirisha’s laughter in his ears.

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[shailu4ever]

Wednesday Night – Ravi’s Thoughts After Dinner



The door to 205 clicked shut behind him.

Silence.

The kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful, but pressing.

Like an empty room remembering voices just a few hours old.

Ravi leaned his head against the back of the door and closed his eyes.

He didn’t move for a while.

Priya Didi wasn’t here.

That fact had been true for less than 48 hours, but already it felt… unsettling.

The soft rustle of her saree, the delicate clink of bangles when she poured water, it was all gone.

The house felt less like a home and more like a box.

But tonight, he hadn’t been alone. Far from it.

In fact, he had been the center of attention.

Sirisha… she was like a burst of sunlight wrapped in noise and innocence.

The way she said “Bhayya” held a kind of affection that felt pure, uncalculated.

Her closeness, the way she leaned in, the way her eyes lingered,

It wasn’t subtle, and it definitely wasn’t accidental.

But it was sweet.

So sweet that he almost forgot what he was missing.

Almost.



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[shailu4ever]

And Neetu… she was something else entirely.



Ravi stepped into his room, dimly lit by the hallway bulb leaking in through the window blinds.

He sat at the edge of his bed, fingers interlaced.

A part of him still felt the warmth of her gaze.

The way she looked at him when he complimented her food, was it just teasing?

Or was there something under the smile?

Something daring?

Her words had been playful, sure, but her eyes… they had a weight.

“That means no girl will fight me when I flirt.”

It was meant to be a joke.

But Ravi had seen the way her expression paused.

How her tone softened.

How Sirisha had giggled nervously, like someone who sensed a line was being danced around.

Neetu was dangerous in a way that didn't raise alarms, just quiet curiosity.

Married.

Beautiful.

Confident.

And warm in a way few women let themselves be around men they weren’t supposed to notice.

He leaned back slowly onto the bed, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

And yet, none of them, not even Neetu or Sirisha, could replace what Priya meant.

Not her warmth.

Not her presence.

Not even her silence.

She was the one his eyes searched for when he laughed.

The one he wished would sit near him, just a few inches closer than necessary.

The one he kept falling for, no matter how many reasons the world would give him not to.

Tonight had been full of laughter, food, and attention.

But it only reminded him of the woman who wasn’t around to see it.

He turned to his side, eyes open to the dim ceiling.

A message buzzed on his phone.

A ping of a memory, a possible distraction.

But he didn’t check it right away.

For now, he let himself lie there. In the quiet.

Thinking of her.

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[Raj087]

Hi Raj087

I will see what I can do.  In my plot there is no bar visit.  I will see what can I do.  But I have your requests in my mind and I will see how can I put them in the plot.  I will see a correct location for those.

Thank you very much for your compliments.  That is so nice of you.

-- Shailu

Yes i completely understand....i was just suggesting on if one of your characters have some physical contact in this case Neetu Bhabhi as Ravi has directly started to comment on her navel so if there is a navel touch or Belly rub it can add a new flavour in the story while other 2 charecters Priya di and Srisha can have a very slow burn treatment as you have planned...i completely agree bar visit is not required its just a suggestion to create a realistic environment...i completely leave it to you how you take that part...let me know if my idea of little bit playful physical contact with Neetu bhabhi appeals to you... thanks a lot again for all your efforts....

[shailu4ever]

Yes i completely understand....i was just suggesting on if one of your characters have some physical contact in this case Neetu Bhabhi as Ravi has directly started to comment on her navel so if there is a navel touch or Belly rub it can add a new flavour in the story while other 2 charecters Priya di and Srisha can have a very slow burn treatment as you have planned...i completely agree bar visit is not required its just a suggestion to create a realistic environment...i completely leave it to you how you take that part...let me know if my idea of little bit playful physical contact with Neetu bhabhi appeals to you... thanks a lot again for all your efforts....

Hi Raj087


Absolutely, your idea of playful physical interaction with Neetu Bhabhi is very appealing to me

I really liked it! And yes, as the story progresses, Ravi will indeed touch her navel and belly. 

It's a great suggestion, and I've decided to incorporate it into the story-line.

Just to clarify, there was no bar scene initially planned, but as I mentioned earlier, there will be tasteful and meaningful physical intimacy between the characters.

Thank you so much for your input. I've planned a wonderful upcoming scene with Neetu Bhabhi that I believe you'll really enjoy.


-- Shailu

I truly appreciate your continued support and interest in this story.

[shailu4ever]

Wednesday Night – Messaging with Neetu


The clock had just tipped past 11:45 PM.

Ravi lay in bed, the room dim except for the soft blue glow of his phone.

He wasn’t expecting a message, but when her name lit up the screen, a slow smile touched his lips.

Neetu:
“Still awake, Mr. Lonely Neighbor?”


Ravi:
“That’s oddly accurate. Should I be worried that you know my bedtime?”


Neetu:
“You look like the kind of guy who doesn’t fall asleep easily... especially when you have too many thoughts in your head.”


He stared at her message, letting the weight of her words linger. 

She wasn’t wrong.

Ravi:
“Caught red-handed. Thoughts are stubborn tonight. You?”


Neetu:
“Same. It’s quiet. Everyone’s asleep. Even Vamsi snored twice and turned his back on me.”


Ravi:
“Ouch. That’s betrayal at bedtime.”


Neetu:
“Exactly. So I had to find someone more... responsive.”


Ravi chuckled, the smile widening.

She always had a way of keeping things just light enough to feel harmless,

Yet heavy enough to stir the quiet parts of him.

Ravi:
“I’m honored. Chosen over snoring Vamsi is a high bar.”


Neetu:
“Don’t flatter yourself. You were runner-up. The fridge was first, but I was too lazy to go check for ice cream.”


Ravi:
“You wound me, Bhabhi.”


Neetu:
“Aww... want me to make it up to you?”


He paused, eyes narrowing with amusement.



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