Adultery Priya Didi
Hi Raj,

Your private messaging is disabled, so I could not respond back to you there.

Thank you so much for your thoughtful message and for following Priya Didi so closely. 

It truly means a lot to know the story is connecting with you in such a meaningful way.

Your kind words about my writing are deeply appreciated, and I'm grateful for the support and encouragement.


Regarding your idea,  I really appreciate the creativity and detail you've put into the suggestion.  While I may not be able to include it in the exact way you described in the next few episodes, as I already have a different plot planned for this part of the story. I do understand the essence of what you're suggesting, and I genuinely value it.

I want to assure you that your idea hasn't gone unnoticed. I do have a plan to unfold similar themes and progression in future episodes, where those elements can come in more organically with the flow of the story.

Once again, thank you for always engaging so thoughtfully. Your support and feedback truly help keep me inspired.

Warm regards,

-- Shailu
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Neetu’s Conflict – The Beauty No One Saw


The soft tick of the bedroom clock echoed in the quiet.

Neetu stood still in front of the mirror,

Towel wrapped around her chest

Damp hair cascading over her shoulders like a silk curtain.

Water still clung to her glowing skin.

Steam kissed her collarbone.

But it wasn’t the shower that made her flush.

It was that look in his eyes.

His silence.

His restraint.

    “He could’ve peeked.”
    “I left the door open a little longer than necessary… and I wasn’t even wearing anything.”
    “I was right there, behind the door. Just inches away.”

She reached up and slowly unwrapped the towel around her hair,

Letting it fall to the side.

Her reflection caught the light, shoulders shimmering,

Cheeks flushed, eyes still clouded with something unspoken.

She spoke aloud now, softly. Just to herself.

    “He knew. He definitely knew I had nothing on.
    “He could’ve come in. I wouldn’t have stopped him.
    “But he didn’t.” (pause) “That’s what’s making this worse… or better.


Her fingers moved to the edge of the towel around her chest.

She loosened it, let it slide down slowly

Revealing the full radiance of her bare body to the mirror.


She stood there... Naked

Still damp from the shower

Staring at herself.



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She was, quite simply, the kind of beautiful the world rarely notices because it’s hidden in ordinary life.


Her skin was luminous, moon-pale with a golden undertone that seemed to glow from within, like sunlight filtered through silk.

It wasn’t just fair, it was iridescent, untouched by makeup, unspoiled by time.

Her face held that divine symmetry sculptors dream of: high cheekbones, a narrow jaw,

A sharp little nose that gave her an air of refined delicacy.

Her eyes were almond-shaped, soft brown with flecks of hazel and gold, holding a quiet mischief.

Framed in long, thick lashes, they always seemed half-curious, half-seducing.

Her lips were full and plush, naturally flushed, shaped in a way that made even silence look sensual.

When she smiled, rare, real smiles, there was something devastating in it.

Something that disarmed.

That haunted.

But it was her body that stunned most quietly.

Every inch of her bared form was sculpted by goddesses,

Smooth and round where it should be, gently tapering to elegant curves elsewhere.

The water clinging to her body clung not just to her skin,

But seemed to cling to the elegance of her breasts standing with pride  

Catching and scattering light in a thousand shimmering points.  

The nipples themselves were tiny buds,

Tipped with pink that deepened into rosettes kissed by the steam from the shower.

Her stomach was flat as polished ivory, toned muscle stretched taut across the rise and fall of each breath she took.

The delicate valley nestled between her hip bones disappeared seamlessly into a curve that led down to thighs like polished rosewood.

They were strong thighs, hinted at by faint lines of muscle that traced their length,

Culminating in calves that were full and rounded, 

tapering to feet with elegant arches and toes tipped with the softest blush pink.


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Down below, she was a symphony of softness:


Her pussy petals unfurling, smooth and damp, swelling slightly as if anticipating a touch.

The delicate line of her vulva was framed by a dark dusting of pubic hair that caught the light like spun gold.

Even in this moment of raw vulnerability, she was breathtaking.

She wasn't simply naked; she was an embodiment of femininity unveiled,

A vision of pure, untamed beauty.


Everything about her was gentle and overwhelming at once.

She looked like she belonged on the cover of a couture magazine,

Or in a royal portrait.

But she was married.

Cooking lunch, folding clothes in a Mumbai apartment.

And no one saw.

The world looked past her.

Her husband… barely looked at all.

    “Look at you.”
    “Tell me... what’s wrong with you?”
    “Too fair?”
    “Too soft?”
    “Too much for him to handle?”
    (smiling faintly) “Or too easy to take for granted?”

A long silence.

    “I could’ve been on any magazine cover.”
    “I could’ve walked the ramp, done ads, contests, anything I wanted.”
    “People used to stop my parents on the street and say, ‘Your daughter is movie material.’”
    (bitter laugh) “And now?”
    “Now I’m folding laundry. Cooking. Smiling politely in a sari.”


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Her eyes glistened.



    “This body… this face… this fire inside me…”
    “All tucked into a two-bedroom flat in Mumbai.”
    “Not even Vamsi really looks anymore.”

She turned slightly, admiring the graceful curve of her back, the slope of her hips.

    “It’s not that he’s bad. He’s not.”
    “Vamsi is good. Funny, kind. Strong too.”
    “But he’s always tired.”
    “Up by 6. Gone by 7. Back by 9. Sometimes 10.”
    “Even on weekends, it’s cricket with the boys. WhatsApp with colleagues. Chai on the balcony.”
    (quieter) “But never… never just… looking at me.”

She reached for the towel again, not to wrap it around—but just to hold, loosely. Still naked, still facing the mirror. Her lips parted slightly.

    “Ravi… didn’t even need to see all this.”
    “Just a glimpse. Just a suggestion.”
    “And look what it did to him.”
    “He froze. Like he couldn’t breathe.”
    (smiling to herself) “That’s how it’s supposed to be.”
    “That’s what this beauty was meant for.”

She closed her eyes for a moment.

    “What’s the point of this… if no one sees it?”
    “What’s the point of having fire… if no one wants to burn?”

Her heart beat louder. Her breath deepened.

    “He makes me feel… real again.”
    “Not a wife. Not a hostess. Not a cook or a daughter-in-law.”
    “Just… a woman. A goddess. Someone to be remembered.”

She opened her eyes again, locked them with her reflection. Naked, proud, aching, beautiful.

    “It’s not wrong,” she whispered.
    “It’s not crossing the line… not yet.”
    “It’s just… being seen. Being wanted.”
    “And maybe…”
    “Maybe that’s all I ever needed.”


She picked up her fresh salwar from the bed, slowly started dressing. 

The towel slipped from her hand and pooled on the floor behind her like a fallen petal.

But the fire? That stayed.

Burning quietly beneath her skin.



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Neetu is getting ready...


The early afternoon sun spilled through the curtains,

Casting a warm golden glow over the room.

Neetu stood in front of the mirror,

Her eyes immediately drawn to the silk saree dbangd elegantly over her frame.

Perfect.

This looks just right.

She ran her fingers along the fabric, feeling the rich texture of the crimson silk.

The deep, vibrant color made her feel like she was glowing,

Like a hidden jewel in the sunlight.

Her gaze moved to the blouse, fitted, just the way she liked it.

"The neckline... it's a little daring today, but it’s okay. It’s just me today."

She couldn’t help but admire the way the blouse dipped low, offering a teasing hint of her cleavage.

She felt the softness of her breasts just beneath the fabric and smiled to herself.

"A little more daring than usual," she mused, "but why not?"

Her fingers played along the edge of the blouse,

Testing its limits, her mind wandering.

"What if the pallu slips off for a moment?"

She could already picture the effect


The saree dbangd across her belly, 

Soft and smooth, the curve of her waist exposed.


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(24-07-2025, 10:29 PM)shailu4ever Wrote: Hi Raj,

Your private messaging is disabled, so I could not respond back to you there.

Thank you so much for your thoughtful message and for following Priya Didi so closely. 

It truly means a lot to know the story is connecting with you in such a meaningful way.

Your kind words about my writing are deeply appreciated, and I'm grateful for the support and encouragement.


Regarding your idea,  I really appreciate the creativity and detail you've put into the suggestion.  While I may not be able to include it in the exact way you described in the next few episodes, as I already have a different plot planned for this part of the story. I do understand the essence of what you're suggesting, and I genuinely value it.

I want to assure you that your idea hasn't gone unnoticed. I do have a plan to unfold similar themes and progression in future episodes, where those elements can come in more organically with the flow of the story.

Once again, thank you for always engaging so thoughtfully. Your support and feedback truly help keep me inspired.

Warm regards,

-- Shailu

Thank you for your response. I will wait for your future updates in that case.. i am sure you must have thought something better and more sensual...i have one request please give more updates today if possible as for the past 2 days there hasn't been much progress and we are stuck on the same scenes...also please include more conversations to make it more realistic in approach...

Regards 

Raj
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(25-07-2025, 10:35 AM)Raj087 Wrote: Thank you for your response. I will wait for your future updates in that case.. i am sure you must have thought something better and more sensual...i have one request please give more updates today if possible as for the past 2 days there hasn't been much progress and we are stuck on the same scenes...also please include more conversations to make it more realistic in approach...

Regards 

Raj


Hi Raj


Thanks for your message, and I really appreciate your patience.  Yes, I have a scene planned for to make your suggestion flow naturally.  It will come in the future.

Regarding the updates, just to be honest, I got a bit disturbed the night before last and yesterday, which is why there wasn’t much progress,  sorry about that. 

But I’m back on track today and will be adding a good number of updates.

I’ve also been reworking some parts to make the scenes flow better and feel more natural, with a bit more sensual depth as well.  

I am making sure to include more conversations too as you suggested, so it all feels more realistic and engaging.  

Please let me know the level of conversations is as per the expectation or not.

Thanks again for your support, feedback and comments, it really helps to get motivated and continue!

Best

-- Shailu
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She leaned closer to the mirror


Just for a moment, taking in the vision of herself.

"Hmm... yes. Just a little below my belly." She adjusted the fabric gently, pulling it down ever so slightly,

And the view from the side became even more alluring.

She took a step back, eyeing herself critically.

"Okay, perfect. Now for the pallu." With a delicate movement,

She brought the pallu over her shoulder, the fabric sliding effortlessly against her skin.

It settled just right, the silk cascading down her side like a waterfall.

But... she thought, "There’s still a glimpse of what’s underneath. He’ll notice. He always notices, doesn’t he?"

Her lips parted in a small, satisfied smile. "Let him look. He has to. I’ve done everything to make sure he does."

Neetu’s reflection seemed to smile back at her, confident, radiant, and undeniably beautiful.

She gave one last sweep of her hair, making sure it cascaded perfectly over her shoulder, the soft waves framing her face.

"Today, I want to be unforgettable."

As she adjusted the folds of the saree and let the fabric settle against her skin,

She couldn’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction.

"Vamsi wouldn’t even notice. He’s always working—so busy, always on the phone, always away. Does he even know what he has?"

Her thoughts flickered for a moment

"He’s a good man. He’s hardworking, strong, and kind. But he doesn’t see me like this. Does he even know how beautiful I am?"

She paused, pushing the thought away.

"Stop it, Neetu. You deserve more than that. This body, this beauty... I can’t just let it go unnoticed. Not today."

With a deep breath, she turned away from the mirror, her heart fluttering with excitement.

"Today, he will see me. And maybe...  just maybe... he’ll feel me."

As she walked toward the door, the saree trailed behind her like a whisper.

She could feel its weight against her skin, the soft fabric brushing against her body, making every step feel like a slow, deliberate dance.

"It’s time. Let’s see how he reacts today."



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How close is this with your description?
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(25-07-2025, 12:14 PM)Raj087 Wrote: How close is this with your description?


Hi Raj


Close, but in my mind, she was even more beautiful.  These visuals are great; they’ll definitely fuel our imagination.

Thank you!

Warm regards,

-- Shailu
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Can you give a example of any actress or model who is close to your imagination? Priya Di we will leave it to readers but Neetu you can give example Right?
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The Lunch Invitation

Neetu walked out of her bedroom, the soft rustle of her saree brushing against her legs with each step. The fabric shimmered under the natural light that filtered through the windows, catching the delicate gold in her border and the deep, graceful curve of her blouse.

She paused just outside the living room, composing herself.

“You’ve dressed like this for yourself,” she reminded silently. “Not for him. Just... for the mood.”

But her heart already knew better.

Across the room, Ravi sat focused on his laptop, brows slightly furrowed. The quiet hum of the fan was the only sound until he looked up,  and then, for a brief, telling second, the room went still.

His eyes widened slightly. Just a flicker. But she saw it.

Her breath caught, just faintly, and before she could stop herself, a smile curved across her lips.

"Ravi," she said, voice smooth and light, "lunch is ready."

She hadn’t meant it to sound like that,  playful, inviting,  but it slipped out before she could reel it back. It was always like that with him.

Around him, her words curved on their own, her tone dipped lower, sweeter, warmer.

He froze looking at her.  He was not sure which lunch…

His voice came out a second late. "Oh—uh, sure. I mean... it smells good already."

She lingered there for a moment, letting the space between them feel a little more charged, without crossing any lines.

Her smile was warm, but teasing, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"You’re going to love what I’ve made today," she added lightly, stepping a little closer.

Ravi blinked, slightly distracted, before offering a polite smile. "I’m sure it smells great."

Neetu tilted her head with a soft laugh, taking a small step closer to him.

“Well, the food isn't the only thing that's... appealing," he said,

With a playfully raised brow.

His words hung in the air, not too bold, but enough to leave a subtle impression.

He didn’t want to push too hard,

But she also couldn’t deny how she enjoyed the reaction she got from him.

With a flicker of a smile, she gestured toward the dining table.

"Come, let's eat. You’ll have to let me know what you think.”

Her voice softened, the flirtation still there, but more restrained now.

"I hope you’re not disappointed," she added,

Looking up at him through her lashes,

Her tone lighter but with an underlying challenge.



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(25-07-2025, 12:41 PM)Raj087 Wrote: Can you give a example of any actress or model who is close to your imagination? Priya Di we will leave it to readers but Neetu you can give example Right?


I want you to give me some more suggestions, I strongly believe these pictures will be excellent visual cues.
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When you are developing Neetu anyone particular comes to your mind who can play Neetu perfectly? By the way whats her age how long is she married. Can you touch on these details about her as well?
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(25-07-2025, 01:00 PM)Raj087 Wrote: When you are developing Neetu anyone particular comes to your mind who can play Neetu perfectly? By the way whats her age how long is she married. Can you touch on these details about her as well?


Hi Raj

That is an interesting question.  When I am writing I only imagine myself dressing like that.  Hahaha. So, no other heroine fits my imagination.  

But it is good to see how you feel.  I have already given her profile before.  But here it is for your reference.

Here is Neetu's profile

Neetu – The Elegant Flame
  • Age: Around 25
  • Relationship: Married to Sirisha’s elder brother, Vamsi (age 26 or 27)
  • Living: In Flat 401 with Vamsi and Sirisha
  • Language/Culture: Telugu-speaking, well-adjusted to Mumbai life
  • Appearance:
    • Exceptionally fair, with a natural radiance that stands out
    • Gracefully built, with generous curves, dignified elegance
    • A balance of sensuous and traditional. Her eyes linger, her smiles feel mischief
    • Prefers elegant outfits: gagras, sarees, or fitted salwars, often dressed to impress
  • Personality:
    • Charming, warm, and talkative
    • Often teasing but always balanced, never crosses the line overtly, especially in Priya’s presence
    • She is flirty, bold, and enjoys other people's attention.
    • Pure at heart.  No ill feelings. But cannot stop flirting with everyone.



I am sure you can find very good pictures with your imaginations.  I have seen your thoughts when you gave me the suggestions.  I let you dream and come up with some beautiful pictures.


Thank you so much for your support.  This is getting interesting.

-- Shailu
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The Lunch


Neetu led Ravi to the dining table, her movements graceful, each step measured to keep his eyes following her.

She could feel his gaze on her, and it only heightened the thrill running through her veins.

She wasn’t sure why, but whenever they were together like this, it felt like something more than just casual conversation.

As she reached the table, she placed the dishes carefully, the scent of the food filling the air.

But as she bent slightly to adjust a plate, her pallu slipped just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her waist

A bare patch of skin that she knew would not go unnoticed.

Ravi’s eyes immediately dropped to the exposed skin.

His breath caught, and for a moment, time seemed to pause as he took in the sight.

Neetu felt the heat of his gaze, and with a soft chuckle, she straightened,

Casually letting the pallu settle back into place.

"Careful, Babhi," he teased, his voice playful but with an edge of flirtation.

"I hope you’re not too distracted by the view."  she teased.

Ravi blinked and quickly met her eyes,

Trying to maintain his composure, though there was no hiding the flush on his face.

“I wasn’t distracted,” he said, 

His voice a little too soft. “Just... admiring the full picture.”

Neetu raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smile. 
"Admiring, huh? Well, I’m glad I’m not just a meal to you."

Ravi leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a more playful tone.
“I’m pretty sure you’re more than just a meal, Babhi.”

She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing with teasing curiosity.
“Oh, really? And what exactly am I, then?”


Ravi smirked, leaning in a bit more, his voice low.

 “You’re the kind of thing that leaves a man... wanting more.”


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Then i must say you must be very beautiful like Neetu..hence you cannot imagine anyone else.... your way of description shows how elegant you yourself must be...i will post one pic below let me know your thoughts
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Neetu's smile wavered for a fraction of a second


Something more vulnerable flickering in her gaze before she masked it with her usual playful demeanor.

“Enough talking,” she said, 

Her tone almost too casual.
“Let’s eat. I think you’ll find the food just as tempting as me.”

Ravi chuckled softly, his eyes lingering on her a moment longer. “I’m sure I will, Babhi.”

As they sat down, Neetu began serving the meal, placing the dishes in front of him with deliberate care.

The soft clink of the plates and the subtle movements of her hands as she served him,

The kind of attention she put into even the smallest gestures, felt almost intimate.

When she passed him the papads and pickles, her hand brushed against his, and the contact lingered for just a moment too long.

Neither of them moved away immediately, both aware of the heat that sparked between them from such a simple touch.

Ravi looked up at her, his eyes catching hers.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a meal that looked so good, Babhi,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

Neetu’s lips curled into a soft, almost knowing smile.

“I’m glad you think so,” she replied, the words light but with an underlying weight.

“The food’s good, but I think the company makes it even better.”

Ravi’s smirk deepened. “True. True. You’re always full of surprises, Babhi.”

Neetu tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Well, I do try to keep things interesting.”

As she sat down next to him, she noticed how his eyes kept flicking to her, lingering slightly longer each time.

Her movements felt deliberate, more sensual than necessary, but she couldn’t help it.

The tension between them felt electric, 

Like there was something unspoken they both knew but didn’t want to name.

She picked up her fork and gestured towards him.


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