Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

His fingers lingered on the fabric


Tracing the curve of her waist, and for a moment,

Sirisha felt a shiver of longing.

His touch was slow, reverent, as though he were afraid to take too much, too soon.

But his eyes, his eyes told her everything.

They burned with need, with something so primal, so uncontrollable, that it made her legs feel weak.

Ravi’s lips parted slightly as he moved closer, his breath quickening.

She could feel the heat of him now, the warmth radiating off his body.

His mouth hovered just above her shoulder, the faintest whisper of a kiss brushing against the wet fabric.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, as though savoring the feeling of the fabric against his lips.

And then he pressed his lips firmly against the fabric where it clung to her skin,

Tasting the soft cotton as if it held some secret, some hidden part of her.


His lips moved lower, trailing gently over the fabric,

Kissing the curve of her collarbone with a reverence that made her pulse quicken.

The soft, wetness on her had dampened the kurti 

And each press of his lips sent shockwaves through her.


The dampness seemed to make the fabric cling more tightly to her body,

Accentuating the outline of her curves, her breasts, every sensitive inch of her.

His lips moved lower still, pressing against the curve of her shoulder,

The soft fabric of the kurti now warm from his touch.

Sirisha gasped softly, her chest rising with every breath,

The heat between them rising higher.

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His lips were gentle but insistent


As though trying to draw something from the fabric, from her.

She could feel his every kiss, his every touch, as though it were a plea, a silent,

Desperate plea that she could no longer ignore.

With each kiss, each touch, Sirisha’s breath grew more erratic, more shallow.

She could feel the fire building within her, the heat from his body,

The press of his mouth against her skin.

The soft cotton of the kurti, molded to her body

And Ravi’s touch, his kiss, seemed to awaken every part of her that had been dormant, 

That had been hidden for so long.

His hands moved lower, gliding down to her waist,

Where the fabric clung so tightly it felt like it was part of her, part of them.

His thumb brushed the hem of the kurti, where the fabric met her bare skin,

And he traced the curve of her hips.

Sirisha’s breath hitched again, her body trembling at the intensity of his touch.

His lips pressed against her neck, just below her ear,

And she could feel the heat of him, the urgency now, in every kiss.

The tension between them thickened, growing until it became almost unbearable.

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer,

And Sirisha could feel the strength in his arms,

The desperate need that seemed to pulse through him, through both of them.

He wasn’t just touching her—he was exploring her, claiming her with every kiss,

Every caress, every movement of his hands.

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And for the first time, Sirisha didn’t want to pull away.


She didn’t want to stop.

The wet fabric of Priya’s kurti, clinging to her body, had become a bridge between them,

A connection neither of them could deny.


When he finally pulled back, gasping for air,

His eyes closed as though he had just awoken from a dream,

Sirisha stood still, not knowing what to say.

Her body still hummed from the intensity of his touch,

And she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had irrevocably shifted.

“Bhayya…” she whispered, her voice a quiet question, unsure of what she was asking, what he had done.

“Who do you see right now? Priya Didi?”

His hands fell to his sides as he stepped back, his breath still unsteady,

Eyes opening slowly. There was rawness there, vulnerability he hadn’t shown her before.

“I... I don’t know,” he said quietly, the truth evident in his gaze.

But then, with a teasing smile, she glanced down at the kurti, the soft fabric still clinging to her body.

“Still... I think I wore it better, didn’t I?”

Ravi blinked, and for the first time since the kiss,

A laugh escaped him, a soft, almost surprised chuckle.

“Don’t push your luck,” he said, voice still low, but the tension that had gripped him was easing.

Sirisha winked, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Too late Bhayya. You already hugged me.”

Ravi’s breath was shallow, but the smile tugging at his lips carried a hint of relief.

The teasing, the tension, still hung between them, but now there was understanding.

They didn’t know exactly what had happened, but they both knew they would never forget it.

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A Moment of Stillness — Late Evening, Friday


Sirisha didn’t pull away immediately. And Ravi didn’t either.

The hug wasn’t born of desire, at least, not only desire, it had emerged from something raw, human.

A strange collision of memory, longing, and comfort.

The faint trace of Priya Didi’s perfume lingered in the fabric,

Blending with the warm scent of Sirisha’s damp hair.

Against him, the kurti was a whisper of cloth, light and thin, clinging in places where it was still damp.

It felt… too real, too close.

Sirisha’s breathing was steady against his chest.

When she finally eased back, it was slow, not awkward, almost tender.

She looked up at him, her eyes luminous in the soft yellow light of the room.

Gone was the teasing, the mischievous spark.

In its place was softness, curiosity… and something he couldn’t name.

“Ravi bhayya…” Her voice was low,

Almost like she didn’t want to break the quiet around them. “Are you okay?”

He nodded once, though no words came.

He wasn’t ready to explain what had just happened,

That it wasn’t entirely about her, but somehow… was about her too.

Sirisha tilted her head, her lips curving just slightly,

A flicker of playful suspicion returning.

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“Hmm… that hug felt like it had feelings. 
 Was I comforting you… or were you comforting someone else?”


He tried for a half-smile. “Maybe both.”

She made a small sound, half a chuckle, half a sigh,

And walked over to sit on the edge of the couch.

The oversized kurti shifted with her movement, riding slightly above her knees.

When she crossed her legs, the fabric tightened over her thighs, outlining more than it covered.

Ravi noticed. He told himself to look away, but he didn’t.

She smoothed the hem down absently and leaned back against the couch,

Her gaze drifting to the wall. “You know,” she began, voice softer now,

“I’ve always been the kind of girl who jokes, laughs, pulls legs. 
  But… sometimes I wish someone would look at me and just… see me.”


His brow furrowed slightly. “And who’s the real you?”

Her smile was small this time. Honest.

“A girl who falls for the wrong people sometimes. 
  Who hides behind jokes because… being serious is scary.”

She hesitated, then turned her head to meet his eyes.

“And who wore this kurti today thinking… maybe you’d notice.”

He stared at her, a long, quiet second stretching between them.

“I did notice,” he said finally.

His voice was softer than he meant it to be. “Too much, maybe.”

Something passed between them, warm, unspoken, and the air seemed heavier for it.

She gave a small laugh, not to break the moment, but to ease it. 

“You’re a dangerous man, Ravi bhayya.”

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He lifted an eyebrow. “Me?”

“Yes.” She shifted slightly, and the thin cotton of the kurti clung closer to her chest for a second.

“You make girls feel seen… and safe. That’s dangerous.”

“Why?”

Her eyes glinted again, a spark of her usual playfulness returning.

“Because when we feel safe, we get bold. And when we get bold… we get stupid.”

She leaned forward a fraction, her voice dipping lower. “Want me to prove it?”

He studied her, wary and curious all at once. “Should I be worried?”

Sirisha’s lips curved into something between a smile and a dare.

“I could kiss you right now, and I know you’d still be nice to me after.”

The words hung in the air, heavy, electric.

Ravi didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just looked at her.

Looked at the damp strands of hair curling near her collarbone,

The way the kurti molded to her without anything beneath, the faint outline of her breath against the fabric.

She was beautiful, unapologetic, alive in a way that made him feel both young and ancient at the same time.

But he didn’t close the gap.

Sirisha noticed.

Her smile softened, pride flickering in her gaze.

“You’re not like the boys I know,” she murmured.

“You make it hard for a girl to stay in her limits. But you never cross yours.”

He held her gaze. “Maybe I’m just… afraid of what happens if I do.”

Her head tilted slightly at that, and for a moment, she seemed to consider pressing him.

But instead, she stood slowly, adjusting the hem of the kurti.

The movement pulled the cloth tight against her again, and his eyes followed despite himself.

“I’ll get us something to drink,” she said lightly. “Before I say anything even dumber.”

As she turned toward the hallway,

The damp spots on the kurti caught the light, small, irregular patches where the fabric clung even closer to her bare skin.

Ravi stayed seated, his eyes following her until she was gone.

Only then did he let out a slow breath, one he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

His chest was tight… but his heart was full.

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[shailu4ever]

Sirisha returned with two glasses of water


Setting them gently on the table before sitting down again, this time closer.

“Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about that hug,” she teased, watching him carefully.

He smiled, slow and genuine. “I think I’m still trying to figure out what it meant.”

She nudged him playfully with her elbow. “Maybe it meant you finally let your guard down.”

He looked into her eyes, warmth blooming in his chest. “Maybe.”

“Or maybe,” she whispered, leaning forward just enough to let her breath brush his cheek,

“it meant you like the way I look in this kurti.”

Ravi’s gaze flickered down to the curve of her neck, then back to her eyes. “I do.”

She smiled wider, emboldened now. “Careful. If you say that out loud too much, I might hold you to it.”

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “I think I’m already held.”

Her fingers traced a lazy circle on the back of his hand. “Good.”

They sat like that for a moment, words slowing down, replaced by quiet connection,

The kind that builds in the space between breath and touch.

Sirisha leaned back slightly, letting the kurti shift over her thighs,

The damp patches clinging a little more to her skin.

She noticed Ravi’s gaze,

But instead of looking away, she held it, letting him see, and feel, the effect he had on her.

“You keep staring Bhayya,” she said softly, a teasing lilt in her voice. “Do I make you nervous, Bhayya?”

Ravi shook his head, though his chest tightened. “No… not nervous. Just… aware.”

“Aware?” she asked, leaning a fraction closer. “Of what exactly?”

He hesitated, then let his fingers brush lightly against her hand resting on the couch.

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The touch was feather-light


Almost accidental, but it sent a shiver through both of them.

“Of you,” he admitted. His voice was low, rough around the edges.

“The way… the way you’re sitting. The way this kurti fits you. The way you look so… alive.”

Her lips parted slightly. “Alive, huh?” She let her fingers playfully brush the back of his hand.

“You make me feel alive too, you know.”

Ravi swallowed, the warmth of her words echoing through him.

“I think… I’ve wanted this for a long time. To be this close. To… feel this.”

She tilted her head, studying him. “And what exactly is ‘this,’ Bhayya?”

He smiled faintly, eyes tracing the gentle curve of her waist beneath the thin fabric.

“The closeness. The warmth. The… honesty of it. You’re bare beneath that kurti, and it doesn’t feel like you’re daring me. It feels… natural. Right.”

A soft laugh escaped her, more intimate than teasing. “Bare, huh? You really notice everything.”

“I can’t help it,” he said quietly,

Letting his fingers graze the hem of the kurti near her thigh.

He didn’t move it or lift it, just followed the curve of her leg,

Enjoying the softness of the fabric over her bare skin.

“I just… want to remember it. Every detail.”

Her breath caught, a flush rising to her cheeks. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet,” he murmured, leaning just slightly closer, “you let me.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I guess… I trust you.”

Ravi’s hand moved a little higher along the side of her waist,

Brushing lightly, as if testing boundaries.

She didn’t pull away.

Instead, she let her hand rest over his on the couch, pressing down lightly.

“You feel that, Bhayya?” she whispered,

Leaning in so close their shoulders touched. “The way I’m… here. With you.”

“I feel it,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl now. “Every inch of you. Every curve. Even through the kurti.”

Sirisha’s chest rose and fell faster, her pulse quickening. “And… do you like what you feel?”

Ravi’s lips curved into a slow, quiet smile. “More than I can say.”

She leaned just a little closer, her knee brushing against his.

“Good. Because I think… I like feeling this too. The way you’re looking at me. The way your hand… lingers.”

He let his hand stay where it was, close but not pressing.

“I want to memorize it,” he murmured. “This feeling. You. Right here.”

A beat of silence. Then Sirisha’s soft, teasing whisper:

“Bhayya… maybe I should move away. Make you work harder for it.”

Ravi chuckled softly, shaking his head. “And miss this moment? Not a chance.”

She smiled, leaning back slightly, letting the kurti shift again,

The thin fabric clinging to her body in all the right places.

“You’re such a gentleman… and yet you’re enjoying every second of it.”

“I’m… captivated,” he admitted, voice barely audible.

“By you. By this. By everything that you are right now.”

Her fingers brushed his hand again, a subtle, playful touch.

“Then I guess I better make the most of it,” she whispered, her eyes locking with his.

They sat there, closer than before, letting the silence, the touches,

And the warmth of bare skin beneath soft fabric speak for them,

The tension between them thick, intimate, unbroken, and deliciously unresolved.

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The Playful Exit


The air between them was molten, too much heat for words to survive in.

Sirisha didn’t move right away.

Her gaze traced the lines of his face as if committing them to memory,

Then dropped briefly to his mouth before drifting back to his eyes.

“You know…” she murmured, leaning back just enough for the thin cotton of the kurti to shift over her curves,

“…I think we’ve tested enough limits for one night.”

Ravi’s brow furrowed, his voice low and careful. “Tested?”

She rose slowly, stretching with feline grace.

The hem of the kurti slid up her thighs before settling again,

And he had to force his eyes up to meet hers.

“I mean…” she said, her tone soft but edged with mischief,

“…I think I’ve given you more than enough to think about the whole night.”

He stood too, almost without realizing it, his body mirroring hers

The space between them shrinking to a breath.

“You’ve… definitely given me something to think about.”

She smiled at that, slow, knowing, before turning toward the hallway.

But halfway there, she paused, her head tilting slightly as if reconsidering.

She gave him a knowing look, letting the words hang between them.

“See? I told you, I’m a dangerous girl.”

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She took a few steps towards the hallway but paused


Her finger tapping against her lips as if in deep thought.

“Hmm… but I can’t just leave you hanging like this, can I?”

Ravi, slightly taken aback, watched her every movement, trying to suppress the grin that tugged at his lips. “I think you just did.”

Her eyes sparkled with challenge as she sauntered back toward him,

Leaning over him with exaggerated slowness, as though savoring the tension she’d created.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” she teased, her breath warm against his ear.

“Because I could just kiss you and make this night a whole lot more interesting.”

Ravi’s heart skipped a beat, but he managed to keep his composure, leaning back slightly. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Oh?” Sirisha’s grin widened, and she straightened up,

Flipping her hair back with a flick of her wrist. “Why? You scared?”

“Not scared,” he said, his voice low, “just… respecting the moment.”

She giggled, clearly enjoying herself. “Respecting the moment, huh? I didn’t know you were such a gentleman.”

“Not always,” he replied, his voice betraying a hint of a smile.

“But sometimes, it’s better to leave a good thing unfinished.”

Her finger tapped her lip. “Hmm… feels cruel to leave you like this.”

He took a small step toward her. “Then don’t.”

That made her stop. Really stop.

She turned, eyes locking with his, the charged stillness between them pulling her back toward him like gravity.

When she reached him, she didn’t speak right away.

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Instead, she stood close enough for the scent of her damp hair to wrap around him


Close enough for the damp patches on the kurti to brush his arm.

She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear.

“So, if I kiss you right now,” she whispered, voice silk and shadow,

“and this night would never leave your head.”

His chest rose, slow and deliberate. “It already won’t.”

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then she gave a soft, almost rueful smile.

Sirisha leaned forward and, in one swift motion, ruffled his hair,

Laughing as she pulled back. “Well, goodnight then, Bhayya,” she said,

Giving him one last playful wink.

“You’re lucky I’m letting you off the hook tonight. But don’t get too comfortable. Next time, I might not be so generous.”

With that, she walked toward the door, swaying her hips slightly as she did.

When she reached the hallway, she turned back, her voice a teasing whisper.

“I’ll make sure to leave you with plenty to dream about, Bhayya. Enjoy!”

She turned as if to go, but he reached out, fingers curling lightly around her wrist.

Not pulling, just holding.

“Wait,” he said softly.

She looked at him, really looked, and for a moment, the playfulness drained from her eyes.

Something softer flickered there, something unguarded, and it caught him off guard.

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“Bhayya…” she murmured, almost under her breath,


As if testing whether the word still fit after everything tonight.

His throat tightened. “Hmm?”

Her lips parted like she was about to say something else,

Something heavier, but she stopped herself.

Instead, she took half a step closer.

He didn’t think.

He just reached out, his fingers brushing her wrist.

The contact was light at first, almost hesitant, like asking a question without words.

She didn’t pull away.

In the next breath, she was in his arms.

The hug wasn’t the polite kind people give before saying goodnight.

It was a slow, deliberate folding into each other,

As if neither of them wanted to admit how badly they needed it.

Her body pressed into his, the thin, damp cotton of the kurti molding every curve to him.

He could feel the faint coolness where the fabric was still wet,

And beneath it, the unmistakable heat of her skin.

His hands moved over her back, not hurried, not roaming, just memorizing.

The slope of her spine.

The way the fabric clung to the small of her waist.

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The warmth pooling beneath his palms where the cotton was dry.


Sirisha’s breath brushed against his neck, steady at first, then quicker,

And he felt her fingers tighten against his shoulder,

Curling into the fabric of his shirt like she was holding herself there.

Her scent, that faint mix of Priya Didi’s perfume and the earthiness of her damp hair

Filled his head until there was nothing else.

Neither of them spoke.

But the silence was thick with everything they weren’t saying, the almosts, the not-yets, the if-onlys.

He became aware of the small movements: the slight shift of her weight against him,

The whisper of her hair catching on his jaw, the press of her chest as her breathing deepened.

Each second felt stretched thin, delicate, like a thread about to snap.

When she finally eased back, it was slow.

Too slow.

Her hands trailed down his arms as if reluctant to let go,

And his fingers lingered at her waist until there was just the faintest touch left between them.

Her eyes searched his face one last time, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Sweet dreams Bhayya... Make sure they’re about me.”

It sounded like a promise and a warning all at once.

She turned toward the hallway, hips swaying in the low light,

The kurti clinging and releasing with every step.

At the doorway, she glanced over her shoulder one last time,

Her look lingering long enough to steal his breath.

Then she was gone.

Ravi stood there, the air still warm where she had been.

His hands tingled with the echo of her touch.

The silence she left behind was heavier than the room itself.

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[shailu4ever]

Ravi’s Thoughts – The Missed Opportunity


Then she was gone.

Ravi stood there, the air still warm where she had been.

His hands tingled with the echo of her touch.

The silence she left behind was heavier than the room itself...


As he sits there now, the weight of the room pressing down on him,

Ravi’s mind drifts back to the moment when Sirisha had been sprawled on the couch,

The shirt she wore barely covering her, the curve of her body tempting him in ways he had never expected.

He could still see it all in his mind: the way the shirt had slipped,

Riding up just enough to reveal the delicate line of her thighs,

The faint trace of her skin, soft and inviting.

It was as if she had made herself an open invitation,

Her body stretched out in that way that made it impossible to ignore.

In that moment, Ravi had been so close,

So close to what might have been the most important thing he’d ever done.

He had been right there, his fingers brushing against her skin, the soft,

Damp strands of her hair slipping between his fingertips.

The warmth of her body had radiated through the air, a siren call that had threatened to consume him.

His heartbeat had been loud in his chest, and his breath had been shallow, each exhale a struggle to remain composed, to keep from giving in.

She had been vulnerable in a way he hadn’t expected.

The shirt she wore—his shirt—had been both a shield and an invitation.

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She had given him the quietest of openings


A space between them that felt charged with the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.

He had noticed the way the fabric clung to her body,

Tracing the outline of her hips, the soft curve of her breasts, the faintest suggestion of what lay beneath.

Ravi’s mind had been a whirlwind of indecision then, caught in a tug-of-war between desire and caution.

She had been so close, her lips parted, her breath slow and deep,

Her eyes locked with his in that moment of shared silence.

Her words, those quiet whispers about him being dangerous, had only made his pulse race more.

He knew the pull between them was undeniable.

She wasn’t asking for permission anymore; she was simply letting him see her—really see her—and he had stood there, frozen.

Frozen in place, unable to reach out and close the gap between them.

He could have.

He could have taken that step forward, his hands moving instinctively to the buttons of her shirt, slowly, carefully, as if savoring the moment.

His fingers could have traced each button as they slowly parted, exposing her more with each inch.

She would have let him.

He knew she would have.

The air was thick with the promise of what might have come next.

But instead of moving forward, he had stayed still, waiting for something that never came.

What if I had just unbuttoned one more button?

He thinks now, the regret stinging like a burn.

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What if I had let my hands move, let my desire take over, and felt her skin against mine?


But he hadn’t.

He had stopped himself, keeping distance,

Because somewhere deep inside, he had convinced himself that it wasn’t the right time,

That it wasn’t what she wanted, that this was something that couldn’t be rushed.

And now, as he sits here alone, he can’t help but replay that moment in his mind. 

Every look, every touch, every breath that had hung in the air between them. 

Her body, exposed, almost waiting for him to claim it. 

He had felt it then, how she had softened, how she had let him come closer, the way her eyes had asked for him to cross that invisible line.

 She was ready, wasn't she? The realization hits him like a wave.

If he had leaned in, kissed her, if he had dared to touch her,

There was no doubt in his mind that she wouldn’t have pulled away.

In that moment, she had been as much a part of this as he had. But he hadn’t.

What was I waiting for? he wonders, gripping the edge of the chair as his pulse quickens again.

Why did I stop?

And then the worst part, did she notice?

Did she feel the hesitation, the way he had held himself back,

The way he had stayed a mere inch from everything they could have shared?

His mind drifts back to that time when his fingers had brushed against her skin,

When the shirt had slipped lower, revealing her soft body more and more.

I could have touched her there.

Could have let my hands wander over the curve of her waist, down her back, let the heat between us grow.

He imagines the weight of her skin beneath his touch, the heat of her breath mingling with his,

Her soft gasps as he explored every inch of her exposed form.

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He could have felt the slickness of her damp skin beneath his fingertips



The curve of her neck,

The delicate hollow just beneath her ear where he had brushed his fingers and had almost leaned in to kiss.

The fantasy of what might have happened is a sharp contrast to the reality of how things played out.

Ravi had stayed where he was, allowing the moment to slip away,

Wondering what could have happened if he had just given in.

She would have let me...

And now, there’s nothing but the ache of missed opportunity, the raw,

Desperate longing for something that could have been,

And maybe still could be, if only he had dared to move.

He could have taken off that shirt completely, revealed every inch of her to him.

And if he had, there would have been nothing between them but the truth, the raw truth of their desire.

But instead, the moment had passed.

She had rolled over, closed her eyes,

And settled back into the couch, unaware of the war raging inside him.

And he had stayed there, quietly watching her, his heart aching with the weight of everything he had missed.

I will never forget the way she looked at me, Ravi thinks now,

His fingers curling into the fabric of the chair.

The way she trusted me to be near her, to touch her, and I couldn’t… I didn’t.

He knows that nothing will ever quite compare to that feeling.

The pull of her body, the temptation of her presence, and the sharp sting of his own indecision.

If he had just gone for it—just let himself feel all of her, in every sense—what would it have been like?

It’s a question he’ll keep asking himself, as long as he remembers that moment. The moment where he could have touched her, kissed her, and known something deeper. Something more real.

But now, all he has are the echoes of that moment and the ache in his chest,

Wishing he had been braver, wishing he had taken that step.

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Friday Night – A Call from Amit


Ravi had finished his quick dinner alone, and now he lay back on his bed, the dimmed lights casting a quiet glow around the room.

The hug with Sirisha still lingered, a soft warmth in his chest, but it was fading slowly, replaced by the calm of the evening.

His phone buzzed.

The screen read: Amit.

Ravi’s stomach tightened a little, sensing the heaviness that often accompanied calls from Amit lately.

He swiped the screen to answer.

Ravi:
“Hey, bro… how’s everything there?”

Amit’s voice came through, quieter than usual, but steady.

Amit:
“He’s still not out of danger, Ravi. They’ve got him in the ICU, on oxygen support… They’ve stabilized him for now, but... it’s tough.”

Ravi exhaled softly, feeling the weight of Amit’s words. The tension in his chest grew heavier.

Ravi:
“I’m really sorry, Amit…”

Amit:
“I know. But he’s holding on. And you know what gave him a moment of life today? I told him I was going to start the renovation of the old house next week.”

Ravi straightened up, his attention piqued.

Ravi:
“Oh?”

Amit:
“Yeah. He nodded. Even smiled a little. Just the thought of me fixing up the place… I think it gave him a little peace. I promised him I’d take care of it before… before anything happens.”

Ravi felt the weight of that promise, knowing how much that house meant. Not just bricks and mortar, but memories, legacy, family. The pressure of it was clear in Amit’s voice.

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