Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

She always left just enough unsaid.


Ravi:
“That depends. How do you usually make up to people at midnight?”


Neetu:
“Wouldn’t you love to know.”


A beat.

Neetu:
“Okay, tell me something... What would you want from me right now? If you could ask for anything, without thinking of rules.”


It was bold. More direct than their earlier games.

But Ravi didn’t flinch.

Ravi:
“A little honesty, maybe. Not the Bhabhi mask. Just you. What you’re really thinking.”


There was a delay before the next message.

Neetu:
“I was thinking… today you didn’t look like someone who needed company. But somehow, you made all of us want to be around you.”

He let that settle in.

There was something disarming about her tone tonight.

A little less teasing.

A little more real.

Ravi:
“That’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s said to me all week.”


Neetu:
“Don’t get used to it. Compliments are rare. Just like sleep these days.”


Ravi:
“Is that why you’re texting me instead?”


Neetu:
“Maybe. Or maybe because you were looking too good at dinner and I wanted to undo your calm smile a bit.”


Ravi:
“Mission accomplished. I haven’t smiled this much all day.”

There was a long pause. Then:

Neetu:
“Goodnight, Mr. Calm Smile. Don’t dream too sweet... unless I’m in it.”


He stared at the screen even after the message faded into stillness.



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[Raj087]

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.

Thank you again for considering my request....it would be great if a physical playfulness is added with Neetu bhabhi and Ravi...make the scene interactive and dialogue based as that would add realism to the scene...Thanks again i would earegly look forward to the update....

[readersp]

Keeping the readers on the edge..hoping for more!!! Thanks Shailu ji!!!

[shailu4ever]

Thank you again for considering my request....it would be great if a physical playfulness is added with Neetu bhabhi and Ravi...make the scene interactive and dialogue based as that would add realism to the scene...Thanks again i would earegly look forward to the update....

Hi Raj087

Thanks for the suggestion! 

I totally get what you mean about adding some playful moments between Neetu Bhabhi and Ravi, a little interaction and dialogue could really bring the scene to life. 

I’ll be adding some interaction soon, so please wait for the upcoming updates! 

Appreciate the input and I’m excited to share it with you!


-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Keeping the readers on the edge..hoping for more!!! Thanks Shailu ji!!!

Hi readersp

Glad you're loving it! I'll keep the suspense rolling, more to come soon! 

Thanks for the support, stay tuned!

Warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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Wednesday Night – Messaging with Sirisha



Sirisha (10:58 PM):
Bhayyaa… you awake or already dreaming about debugging errors?


Ravi (10:59 PM):
Still awake. Errors don’t give me nightmares anymore. You do.


Sirisha (11:00 PM):
Wowww rude!
But I forgive you 'cause I need a favor.


Ravi (11:00 PM):
This sounds dangerous.


Sirisha (11:01 PM):
Not dangerous. Just different. 
Tomorrow I’ve to go to college by noon. 
So I was thinking… can we work on the project between 8 to 10?


Ravi (11:01 PM):
Sure. You’ll come to 205?


Sirisha (11:02 PM):
Actually... that’s the twist.
Babhi and Vamsi Bhayya said something after dinner. 
They were like, “Why don’t you ask Ravi Bhayya to come work from 401 tomorrow?”


Sirisha (11:02 PM):
“He’s always helping from his flat. Let him come here for once. He can work from home here too.”


Ravi (11:03 PM):
Oh, the royal invitation from 401 palace?


Sirisha (11:03 PM):
Exactly! Also, they said lunch is already planned, so you should just stay.


Ravi (11:04 PM):
I feel like I’m being adopted.


Sirisha (11:04 PM):
Lol. You’re already half-adopted




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[shailu4ever]

Sirisha (11:04 PM):
And… tbh, I think they trust you more than me now


Ravi (11:05 PM):
Hard to argue. I don’t leave wet towels on the sofa.


Sirisha (11:05 PM):
That was ONE time!!
Anyway, say yes. 
Come to 401. 
We’ll do project work, have lunch, and you can work in peace. We’ll be good.


Ravi (11:06 PM):
Sounds like a setup.


Sirisha (11:06 PM):
Maybe. Maybe not.
Also… I might wear something cute. For focus.


Ravi (11:07 PM):
That’s not how “focus” works.


Sirisha (11:07 PM):
It is in Gen Z dictionary. Good outfits = better grades


Ravi (11:08 PM):
Hmm. Then I’ll wear something boring. Just to balance.


Sirisha (11:08 PM):
You better not. You always look nice anyway.
Okay then, 8 AM sharp?


Ravi (11:08 PM):
Yes. 401 it is. Don’t keep the coffee cold.


Sirisha (11:08 PM):
Won’t. And don’t forget.
You’re entering my kingdom now. Be ready for chaos.


Ravi (11:09 PM):
Goodnight, Chaos.


Sirisha (11:09 PM):
Goodnight, Bhayya. Sleep well. Tomorrow will be fun.

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[shailu4ever]

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Wednesday Night – Neetu Messaged Again


Neetu (11:22 PM):
Heyyy…
Guess who completely forgot to tell you something important?


Ravi (11:23 PM):
Hmm… someone fair, witty, and dangerous in a gagra?
What did you forget?


Neetu (11:23 PM):
Flattery this late? Tch. Dangerous man.
But yes… that fair, witty lady forgot to tell you something about tomorrow.


Ravi (11:24 PM):
I’m listening…


Neetu (11:24 PM):
We were all chatting after dinner. And Vamsi said,
"Why doesn’t Ravi just work from 401 tomorrow? He’s coming in the morning anyway for project help."
And I was like, "OMG yes!"
And then I forgot to tell you.


Ravi (11:25 PM):
Sirisha beat you to it
She already invited me like it’s an official royal visit. 
8 to 10 AM project help. 
Then lunch. 
Then maybe jail. Who knows?


Neetu (11:25 PM):
Hahaha! That’s her. Drama queen.
But yes — we both loved the idea. And I personally approve it


Ravi (11:26 PM):
Oh? A personal approval? That sounds elite.


Neetu (11:27 PM):
Of course
I don’t offer that easily, okay? It comes with… perks.


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[readersp]

Dangling the carrot!!! Small episode with lot of scope for imagination on what's going to happen...you have us hooked!!!

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi (11:27 PM):
Now we’re talking.
What kind of perks are we talking about here?


Neetu (11:28 PM):
Hmm. Let’s see…
First hour: good coffee.
Second hour: occasional glances.
Third hour: maybe a smile… if you’re well-behaved


Ravi (11:28 PM):
And if I’m not well-behaved?


Neetu (11:29 PM):
Then... you might still get the smile.
But with a sarcastic comment and raised eyebrow. You’ll survive


Ravi (11:29 PM):
I’d risk the eyebrow.
Totally worth it.


Neetu (11:30 PM):
Aah, brave man.
Anyway, now that you’re officially working from 401, I’ll try not to distract you too much. But no promises


Ravi (11:30 PM):
I’ll act busy. You bring distractions.


Neetu (11:31 PM):
Deal.
Also… if you behave very, very well, maybe I’ll reward you with something.


Ravi (11:31 PM):
I knew there was a catch. What kind of reward?




Neetu (11:32 PM):
Not telling
But wear something nice. I’m not wasting good distractions on faded t-shirts.


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[shailu4ever]

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Ravi (11:32 PM):
Now I’m stressed. I’ll have to iron something.



Neetu (11:33 PM):
And if you’re good… Rasmalai.


Ravi (11:34 PM):
Wait, the Rasmalai? The one you made last time that nearly melted my brain?


Neetu (11:35 PM):
That’s the one  Homemade, soft, cold, and sweet just the way you like.
But only if you behave.


Ravi (11:38 PM):
Now you’re just bribing me with seduction in dairy form.


Neetu (11:38 PM):
Is it working?


Ravi (11:39 PM):
Dangerously well.
So tomorrow I get coffee, glances, a mystery reward… and Rasmalai?


Neetu (11:39 PM):
Don’t forget the occasional teasing. Comes free with every plate


Ravi (11:40 PM):
Should I be worried?


Neetu (11:40 PM):
Yes. But in a good way.


Ravi (11:41 PM):
Noted. I’ll wear my best shirt and bring a spoon.
I’m not missing that Rasmalai.


Neetu (11:41 PM):
Oh, and Ravi…
If you eat the last piece without asking me… you’ll regret it


Ravi (11:42 PM):
I’ll split it with you. Bite for bite. Deal?


Neetu (11:42 PM):
Deal. But I get the juiciest one.


Ravi (11:43 PM):
Everything you say sounds flirtier than it should.


Neetu (11:43 PM):
Then stop imagining things
Okay, goodnight now. Let the Rasmalai dreams begin…


Ravi (11:44 PM):
Sweet dreams, Neetu Bhabhi.
Tomorrow... your kitchen, your teasing, your Rasmalai.


Neetu (11:44 PM):
And your trouble
Sleep tight.
Tomorrow… 401 becomes our playground.

 
Ravi (11:33 PM):
Can’t wait.
Goodnight, Neetu Bhabhi… try not to distract me in my dreams too.


Neetu (11:34 PM):
No promises
Sweet dreams… of coffee, glances, Rasmalai and… rewards.

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[readersp]

Oh boy!!! Ultimate banter!!!

[shailu4ever]

Dangling the carrot!!! Small episode with lot of scope for imagination on what's going to happen...you have us hooked!!!

Hi readersp


Haha, I’m not trying to dangle anything, I promise!

I’m just posting as I go.

I want to get the updates to you as soon as possible, so whenever I finish a chunk that’s sharable, I put it out there. 

More to come soon, so hang tight!


Warm regards

-- Shailu

[Raj087]

Yes now i see your vision...its actually a very good idea as no one will be home Neetu bhabhi can wear a ghagra with her entire belly exposed...and have quite a lot of Rasmalai and then Ravi gets a official chance to rub her soft bit bloated Belly..I guess something like this would be quite erotic with your level of description and conversation....

[shailu4ever]

Wednesday Night – Ravi’s Dream


He had barely closed his eyes when the scent of cardamom and something sweeter floated into his mind like a whispered promise.

In the soft haze of his dream, Ravi found himself inside a softly lit kitchen, not his, not 205, but some strange,

Glowing version of 401. The tiles shimmered faintly, as if touched by moonlight.

The walls were quiet, save for the sound of anklets gently clinking.

Neetu stood at the kitchen counter, dressed in something he couldn’t quite name, something between a saree and a dream.

Soft cream tones that hugged her in places dreams are allowed to wander,

And light enough to let the imagination play along the fabric’s curve.

She was smiling, stirring something in a small pot. Steam rose lazily, carrying a fragrance too tempting to ignore.

“Rasmalai?” Ravi asked.

She turned, her smile as soft as the dessert she held up toward him.

“Only if you’re sweet,” she whispered.

He stepped closer.

Every footfall felt slow, like the dream didn’t want to rush.

He noticed the way her bangles moved when she lifted the silver plate, how her eyes held a glint of something playful.

And something unspoken.

She held out a spoonful, and as he leaned in, she pulled it back slightly

Letting just a bit of the syrup touch his lower lip. His eyes widened.

“You’re torturing me,” he murmured.

“Only the best kind,” she replied, her voice like silk warmed by laughter.



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[shailu4ever]

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He reached for the spoon again, but instead of feeding him, 

she dipped her finger into the rasmalai and touched it to his cheek.

“Now,” she said, “you owe me a bite.”

She leaned in, not for the dessert, but for his reaction.

For that flicker in his eyes.

For the way his breath hitched.

She was enjoying the power of her tease, like a dancer in rhythm with silence.

In the still air, he noticed her earrings brushing her neck,

The curve of her waist where the dream’s logic let the fabric slip slightly,

Showing just a hint of skin where reality would be too shy.

His hands didn’t move. 

His body didn’t dare.

But his mind, his dream, etched every line of her as if he’d been given permission to paint her from memory.

She stepped closer.

"Careful, Ravi," she said softly. "Dreams reveal what you want... and what you fear."

“And what if I want this to never end?”

She smirked. “Then wake up slowly.”

He reached for her,  not greedy, not bold, just as a man trying to keep the moment stitched to his breath.

But the kitchen shimmered, the silver plate glowed brighter... and the scent of cardamom faded like mist.

And then...

The alarm buzzed.

He woke up with a dry throat and a racing heart, still tasting sweetness he hadn’t eaten,

Still feeling the warmth of something that hadn’t quite happened.

Ravi blinked, letting out a long breath, whispering to himself.


“…I don’t think I’ll ever look at Rasmalai the same way again.”

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[readersp]

We also cannot look at Rasmalai the same again Shailu ji!!!

[shailu4ever]

We also cannot look at Rasmalai the same again Shailu ji!!!

Hahaha, trust me.  Even when I look at it, I remember this scene.

[shailu4ever]

Thursday Morning – Sirisha Arrives Early


7:27 AM. Ravi was in the middle of brushing his hair when the bell rang at 205.

Not many people had a reason to knock this early, but he already knew.

He opened the door, and there she was, Sirisha, standing like a perfectly timed splash of sunshine.

Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, with a few soft strands curling near her cheeks.

She wore a peach-colored cropped sweatshirt and snug light-wash jeans, paired with white sneakers.

Her top had a tiny strawberry embroidered just above her chest.

She looked like a page out of a college fashion blog - simple, modern, and effortlessly cute.

“Good morning, Bhayya!” she chirped, stepping in without hesitation. “Ready for your shift in 401?”

Ravi blinked, still half-dreaming. “Shift?”

She placed her hands on her hips.

“Yes, your Work From Home: Guest Edition shift. Babhi already cleaned the table for you near the window. Vamsi anna even checked the WiFi last night.”

Ravi laughed softly, still adjusting to her energy. “You really want me there that early?”

Sirisha narrowed her eyes playfully. “If I don’t drag you now, you’ll get busy and avoid me again.”

He raised a brow. “Avoid you?”

She gave a dramatic pout. “You didn’t reply to my message for a whole hour last night. That counts.”

Ravi chuckled, walking toward the kitchen for a quick water sip. “I replied. Eventually.”

She followed him in, casually hopping onto the edge of the counter like she owned the place.

Her jeans hugged her curves just right, and Ravi did his best not to look

But failed halfway through his second glance.


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[shailu4ever]

The cropped sweatshirt she wore stopped just above her waist


And each time she moved

Whether to hop onto the counter or casually tuck a strand of hair behind her ear

It lifted just enough to reveal the smooth, delicate line of her lower back,

The gentle inward dip at her waist, and a teasing sliver of her stomach.

Her jeans, snug and mid-rise, hugged her hips perfectly and left just enough space between the waistband and her top to create a tantalizing ribbon of skin.

It wasn’t loud or deliberate, but in that quiet morning light, it was strangely magnetic.

Youthful, innocent, yet far too distracting for someone trying to focus on a workday.

She tilted her head and smiled. “What’s wrong, Bhayya? You’re quieter today.”

He shook his head. “Just… didn’t sleep well.”

She gave him a knowing look, teasing. “Too many Rasmalai dreams?”

He nearly choked on his water.

Her giggle lit up the room. “See? I know everything.”

“You’re dangerous,” Ravi muttered, grabbing his laptop bag.

“You love it,” she replied, jumping off the counter with a bounce.

As they walked out of 205 and down the hallway, Sirisha fell into step beside him.

The corridor was still half-asleep, but she was practically glowing, and it wasn't just the morning light.

“Also,” she said with a grin, “Neetu Babhi made you actual Rasmalai this time. It’s in the fridge, saved with your name on it.”

“You’re bribing me.”

She grinned wider. “Obviously.”

As they reached the door of 401, she turned, holding the handle but not opening yet.

“Seriously though, Bhayya… I like it when you’re there. Don’t disappear later, okay?”

Her voice, though playful, had a softer undertone.

Ravi gave her a smile,  warmer, more genuine than before. “I won’t.”

She opened the door, and the scent of incense and something sweet wafted out.

Inside was the world of 401, cozy, young, lively.

The door closed behind them with a quiet click, as Thursday began with quiet chemistry and a hint of sugar in the air.

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