Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Ravi’s gaze lingered on Sirisha for a heartbeat longer than he should have,

Drinking in the curves of her body, the subtle sway of her hips, the way her hair fell in a cascade over her shoulders. 

The afterglow of their intimacy still clung to the room, thick and almost tangible, wrapping around them like a heated, unspoken promise.

Every movement she made, even as she reached for her clothes, drew him deeper into the charged air between them.
 
With a reluctant sigh, he stepped away from the couch, picking up his phone.

His voice attempted casualness, but the lingering warmth of her skin against his, the pulse still racing in his veins, made every word tremble slightly.
 
Ravi: “Hey, Priya Didi. How’s everything?”
 
He moved toward the window, the soft light casting long shadows across his face.

Every glance he stole back at Sirisha, now slowly pulling on her top, made his heart stutter. 

The room seemed to shrink, the distance between them electric, charged with heat and unspoken desire.
 
Priya’s voice came through, pleasant on the surface but edged with a sharpness that made his stomach twist.
 
Priya: “I’m fine… just missing you. Checking in, as always. How about you? What are you up to?”
 
Ravi shifted uneasily, trying to maintain a calm tone, though the tension coiling in his chest made each word feel heavy.
 
Ravi: “I miss you more than you think, Didi. I’m good… but always thinking about you.”
 
His eyes couldn’t resist drifting back to Sirisha.

She moved with a casual grace, tugging on her top, completely unaware of the storm brewing on the other end of the line. 

The contrast between her ease and the sharp, electric tension in the phone call sent a shiver through him.
 
Priya (after a brief pause, voice tinged with suspicion): “Is someone there with you?”
 
Ravi froze, his heart skipping a beat.

Every instinct screamed caution, he don't know what to say.

Can he tell Sirisha is here?  Well, Priya Didi knew, that Sirisha has been coming for her Project help.

Yet he could not decide.
 
Ravi: “Yeah… Sirisha is here.” 

The words came out of his mouth while he was still thinking.

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[shailu4ever]

A silence hung over the call, thick and heavy. 


Ravi felt Priya’s hurt ripple through the line like a physical force, each word unsaid cutting deeper than anything she spoke aloud.
 
Meanwhile, Sirisha fumbled through her discarded clothes, her bare skin still flushed, her movements slow, teasing, unaware of the tension tightening the room.
 
Sirisha: “Bhayya… where are my panties and shorts? They should be here… no?  You remove them,  but don’t keep them safe, do you?”
 
Her voice was playful, almost flirtatious, yet there was a subtle edge, an echo of vulnerability that made Ravi’s chest tighten. 

He watched as she continued her search, her body illuminated in the muted light, curves softly highlighted, movements deliberate and captivating.  But he knew Priya Didi can hear Sirisha's voice.  He didn't know what to say.

Priya: “Sirisha?”
 
The sound of her name on Priya’s voice was almost a physical jolt, sharp and tinged with disbelief.
 
Priya: “Why… why is she getting dressed in our flat, Ravi?”
 
The words barely left her lips, but the hurt in her tone was unmistakable.

Ravi’s stomach sank as guilt mingled with desire, twisting uncomfortably inside him.
 
Sirisha, still unaware, finally slipped her shorts on, her skin glowing, her silhouette a vision that made the lingering heat between them feel almost unbearable.
 
Ravi: “It’s not like that, Didi… it’s… complicated.”
 
But Priya’s voice cut through, firm and impossible to placate:
 
Priya: “Complicated? Why did you… remove her… and why is she dressing in front of you?”
 
Ravi’s chest tightened painfully.

Every glance at Sirisha reminded him of the mistake he did, showed the  pull between them, and yet the weight of his actions with Priya Didi  settled like a stone in his stomach.
 
Priya: “I think I need to go, Ravi. I can’t… I can’t talk to you right now.”
 
Before he could respond, the line went dead.

Silence enveloped the apartment, heavy, suffocating, punctuated only by the soft rustle of Sirisha’s movements.
 
He turned slowly, phone still in hand, and finally faced her.

Her eyes were wide, questioning, lips slightly parted, a silent question lingering in the air.
 
Sirisha: “Bhayya… what happened?”
 
Ravi swallowed hard. 

The words lodged in his throat, unspoken, the room thick with desire, tension, and unvoiced truths.

The air between them hummed, still charged from what had passed, now layered with guilt, longing, and the dangerous pull of forbidden tension.
 

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[Hotyyhard]

Omg what will happen next will Priya find out shailu ur putting us edge of the seats

[shailu4ever]

Omg what  will happen next will Priya find out shailu ur putting us edge of the seats

Hi Hotyyhard

Thank you so much for the feedback! I’m so glad to see your interest to find out what happens next. 

Things are definitely about to get even more intense.

Priya’s reaction is coming soon... you won’t want to miss it! Stay tuned, and let me know what you think when it all unfolds!

Appreciate your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Scene – After Priya’s Call
 

The call ended with a dull click. The silence that followed was heavier than words, pressing down on the small living room of flat 205. Ravi stood frozen by the window, his phone still in his hand, its screen gone dark.
 
His chest felt tight, as though something inside him had cracked. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. Only the faint hum of the ceiling fan filled the space.
 
Behind him, Sirisha was pulling at the hem of her shorts, trying to steady her breath. She had been smiling moments ago, teasing him, but the look on his face stopped her cold.
 
Sirisha (softly): “Bhayya… what happened?”
 
Ravi turned slowly, his eyes clouded, his lips pressed thin. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, in a low, unsteady voice:
 
Ravi: “It was Priya Didi.”
 
The name itself made the air shift. Sirisha blinked, her expression tightening with unease. Her lips parted, eyes widening in panic.
 
Sirisha (stammering): “P-Priya Didi? Now? She… she called you now?”
 
Ravi gave a slow nod, his hand trembling as he set the phone on the table.
 
Sirisha: “Oh God… then… then she must have…” She pressed her palms together nervously, her words tumbling over each other. “Bhayya, she didn’t hear me… did she? She didn’t hear when I… when I asked about my… clothes?”
 
Ravi shut his eyes for a moment, the memory cutting deep, his throat working as he swallowed hard.
 
Ravi: “She heard you, Sirisha. She heard you asking about… your clothes.”
 
Sirisha’s breath caught. She sank onto the edge of the couch, her hands knotting together in her lap.
 
Sirisha (barely above a whisper): “Oh no… then she’ll think… she’ll think something happened between us.”
 
Ravi lowered himself into the couch opposite, running a hand across his face.
Ravi (sad): “She heard you ask for your panties and shorts. And she already asked me why I removed your clothes…”
 
His eyes didn’t meet hers.
 
Ravi (quiet, raw): “Why you were here. Why you were dressing in front of me.”
 
The words hit Sirisha like a stone. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, her gaze dropping to the floor. For a long moment, she couldn’t speak.
 
Finally, she managed:
 
Sirisha: “Ohh… no.. Bhayya… I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t think… Didi would call at that exact time.”
 
Sirisha (whispering, broken): “Then she… she thinks… you and me…?”
 
Ravi’s voice cracked, his frustration spilling through.
 
Ravi: “Exactly. She thinks the worst. She doesn’t believe me now. She won’t.”

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[readersp]

What twists..priya didi suddenly makes an appearance!!! keep going Shailu ji!!!

[shailu4ever]

What twists..priya didi suddenly makes an appearance!!! keep going Shailu ji!!!

Hi readersp

Thank you for the feedback.

You’re in for a treat when Priya Didi actually returns to Mumbai. 

Things are about to get even more interesting. 

Stay tuned, and I hope the twists keep you on the edge of your seat!

Thank you for the continued support.


With warm regards



-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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Sirisha hugged her arms tightly around herself, as if trying to disappear. Her eyes glistened, guilt pressing into every word.
 
Sirisha (shaking her head): “I… I didn’t mean… Bhayya, I swear I didn’t think it would… I never wanted Didi to think like this. She’ll hate me now. She’ll hate you too.”
 
Ravi looked at her, his chest tightening at the sight of her trembling. His voice softened, though it was heavy with despair.
 
Ravi: “It’s not your fault, Sirisha. I should’ve stopped. I should’ve… I should’ve known better…” He broke off, his hands curling into fists. “But now… I’ve lost her.”
 
The words hung between them like a death sentence. Sirisha’s lips trembled.
 
Ravi let out a bitter exhale, not directed at her, but at the cruel timing of it all. His fingers tightened around his phone, knuckles pale.
 
Ravi (hoarse): “She won’t even pick up now. She cut the call… like I was nothing to her.”
 
Sirisha looked at him then, really looked, and saw the weight in his eyes. The man who had just been teasing her minutes ago now looked hollow, shaken.
 
She stood slowly, moving toward the door. Her voice trembled, careful:
 
Sirisha: “Maybe I should go, Bhayya. I don’t want Didi to… misunderstand even more.”
 
Ravi finally looked up, his face pained. For a second, it seemed he might stop her, but the words never came.
 
Ravi (low): “Sirisha… this is not your fault.”
 
She gave a small, almost broken smile, then nodded.
 
Sirisha: “Still… I should leave. Goodnight, Bhayya.”
 
She lingered for a heartbeat, her voice shaking.
 
Sirisha: “Bhayya… if she never forgives you… I’ll never forgive myself either.”
 
The door closed softly behind her, leaving Ravi alone with the silence.
 
He sat there for a long moment, staring at nothing. Finally, he grabbed the phone again, thumb hovering over her name.
 
He typed…
“Priya Didi, please don’t misunderstand.”
Deleted it.
 
Typed again…
“Nothing happened. Please talk to me.”
Deleted.
 
Finally, his fingers stilled.
 
Message 1: “Priya Didi… please. Just give me one chance to explain.”
Message 2: “I can’t bear you being hurt like this.”
 
He called once. Twice. The third time, he didn’t even let it ring fully.
 
One last message:


Message 3: “It’s not what you think. Don’t shut me out.”
 
Those messages were delivered, but the only answer was silence.
 
He stayed there watching the blue ticks stubbornly refuse to appear.
 
Ravi leaned back into the couch, phone still in his hand. His eyes burned, his jaw clenched, but the deeper ache sat heavy in his chest. He replayed the call in his head, her voice sharp, hurt, doubting. That doubt cut more than her silence.
 
How could she believe that of me? After everything?
 
His mind clawed at excuses, explanations, ways to make her understand. But every thought circled back to the same place: she had already judged him.
 
He glanced at the door Sirisha had just walked out of. The room still held the trace of her perfume, but all he could feel was Priya’s absence. The flat felt emptier than ever, suffocating in its quiet.
 
He put the phone on the table, then pulled it back instantly, staring at her name again, as if somehow she would call. But the screen stayed blank.
 
A hollow laugh escaped him, short, bitter, broken. He pressed his palms against his eyes, his breathing uneven. The weight of the night pressed in on him, making the walls of flat 205 feel smaller, tighter.
 
And through it all, only one thought echoed, relentless:
She doesn’t believe me. She thinks I betrayed her.
 
The ceiling fan hummed on, indifferent, as Ravi sat there, waiting for a message that never came.
 

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[readersp]

Boy!!! This is pretty heavy!!! Ball in priya didi's court!!!

[venkygeethu]

wow wonderful really happy to hear from priya didi and expecting her arrival eagerly

[shailu4ever]

Boy!!! This is pretty heavy!!! Ball in priya didi's court!!!

Hi readersp

Good Morning

Haha, thank you for your feedback. Glad the intensity came through. 

And yes, the ball is in Priya Didi now.  More twists to come, please wait for that.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

wow wonderful really happy to hear from priya didi and expecting her arrival eagerly

Hi venkygeethu

Thank you so much!  Priya Didi always has that effect, doesn’t she? Let’s see how her arrival changes things, there’s a lot waiting to unfold.


Thank you for your continued support.

Warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Ravi Alone in Flat 205
 

The door clicked shut behind Sirisha, and silence rushed in like a tide. It was only noon, yet the flat already felt hollow, deserted, as though a festival had ended and everyone had gone home. Her laughter still clung to the walls, sweet and warm, mixed with the faint trace of jasmine she left behind. Ravi stood in the middle of the living room, motionless, staring at nothing.
 
His eyes drifted to the couch. The cushions still carried her imprint, the fabric wrinkled where she had shifted nervously before leaving. On the table, the tea cups sat like evidence: one drained, the other half-full, its surface faintly disturbed. They looked ordinary, but to him they felt like scars left behind, reminders of something he wished he could wipe away.
 
For a long time he didn’t move. His body felt heavy, rooted. Finally, he lowered himself into the chair opposite the couch, elbows on his knees, hands pressing against his face.
 
“Priya Didi…” he whispered, and the name came out as if it had been dragged from somewhere deep, raw, broken.
 
Her face swam before him. The way her eyes had slowly, cautiously softened after weeks of keeping distance. The delicate way she had begun to speak to him again, as though testing whether he was still the boy she thought she knew. And then, those moments that had felt like promises: the quiet questions, the half-smiles, the silence that felt like confession. 

He remembered the evening on the couch when his breath hovered near her cheek, a moment away from crossing into something irreversible, until Amit’s call shattered it. That memory had burned inside him ever since, and now, today, he had thrown it all away.
 
He glanced at his phone on the table. Her name glowed in the list of unanswered calls, and his last message, “Please, Didi… let me explain”, stared back like a wound. His thumb hovered over the keypad. 

He wanted to send more. Ten more. A hundred more. But what could he write? What excuse could carry the weight of this betrayal? He didn’t even understand it himself, this weakness with Sirisha, this confusion he couldn’t explain even to himself.
 
The afternoon light stretched across the floor, bright but lifeless. Outside, the city went on: car horns, vendors shouting, children playing somewhere below. Life refused to pause even though Ravi’s world had cracked.
 
He sat there for hours, not noticing the time. His stomach growled once or twice, but he ignored it. Hunger seemed trivial compared to the ache inside him. When the shadows lengthened and the room turned dusky, he realized he had eaten nothing since morning. Still, he felt no appetite.
 
Only when his phone buzzed with a food delivery notification, an app he had opened earlier without thinking, did he stir. Mechanically, he accepted the order, and sometime later, he opened the door to the delivery boy, exchanged the parcel without a word, and returned inside.
 
The food was tasteless. He forced it down bite by bite, chewing mechanically, swallowing not out of hunger but duty, like a man trying to keep a weak flame from dying out. He left the wrappers on the table, next to the tea cups from earlier. Evidence piled on evidence.
 
By nightfall, the flat was dark except for the pale glow of his phone screen. Ravi sat slouched on the couch, staring at nothing, his chest heavy, his thoughts circling endlessly around Priya. Should he try again? Should he call one last time, just to hear her voice, even if she cut the line? Or should he leave her alone, let her anger settle? He didn’t know.
 
The phone buzzed suddenly in his hand. The vibration startled him so much he nearly dropped it. 

His heart leapt wildly, her. Maybe she had softened. 

Maybe she was ready to listen. 

Maybe there was still a chance to explain, to undo, to beg.
 

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[shailu4ever]

Scene: The Phone Call
 

The phone buzzed suddenly, startling him. His heart leapt, her? Maybe she had softened? Maybe she would let him explain?
 
But when he looked down, the name flashing on the screen wasn’t hers.
The name on the screen froze him.
 
It was Amit.
 
For a second, Ravi hesitated. His thumb hovered over the green icon, his pulse thudding in his ears. Then he answered.
 
“Ravi…” Amit’s voice was low, tired, unsteady. “Papa is no more.”
 
The words fell heavy, like stones sinking into a lake.
 
Ravi’s lips parted, but nothing came out at first. His throat closed up. 

Finally he managed: “I, I’m so sorry, Amit.” His voice was hoarse, thick with shock.
 
“We’ll be staying here for the last rites and come back after that. Don’t worry about anything for now.”
 
Ravi swallowed hard. His hand clenched around the phone. “I’ll take care of things here. You… you take care of Didi.”
 
There was a pause on the other end, heavy with unspoken grief, before Amit disconnected.
 
Ravi set the phone down carefully, as if it were something fragile that might break in his hands. His head dropped back against the chair. 

His chest tightened, not only from Amit’s loss, but from the knowledge that this wasn’t the time to reach out to Priya Didi. 

Whatever storm had passed between them today would have to wait. Her world had collapsed in another way entirely.
 
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor until it blurred. Guilt gnawed at him from one side, grief from the other. He wanted to be there for her, to say something, to offer comfort. But what comfort could come from him now, when he had already wounded her?
 
The room felt darker, emptier than ever. Outside, the city lights blinked indifferent. Inside, Ravi sat alone, caught between silence, regret, and a grief that wasn’t his, but felt just as heavy.
 
The minutes passed, then the hours. 

He didn’t turn on the light. 

The only glow came from the phone screen when it flickered awake, casting pale blue shadows on his face.

He scrolled through old texts with Priya, simple exchanges, about groceries, about whether Amit would be home for dinner, about nothing at all. 

Yet tonight they felt sacred, like fragments from a lost world.

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[shailu4ever]

His thumb lingered on her name in the call log. 


He wanted to dial, to hear her voice, even if it was only a single word. 

But he couldn’t. Not now. 

Not when she was surrounded by family, by rituals, by mourning. 

Not when the weight of both her grief and his betrayal hung between them.

 
Ravi stood up and paced the flat. The tea cups still sat on the table, the wrappers from his dinner crumpled beside them. 

He thought of clearing them, of making the room look fresh, new, untouched. But then what was the point? The stains were not on the table, not in the cups. They were inside him.
 
 
He went to the balcony and leaned against the railing. Mumbai stretched before him in restless movement, cars honking, lights flickering, voices rising from the street. To the city, it was just another Saturday night. To him, it was a night suspended, a night that refused to end.


“Didi…” he whispered again, barely audible above the hum of traffic. 


The word drifted out into the dark, unheard, unanswered.
 
Back inside, he dropped onto the couch. The silence pressed heavier now, almost suffocating. His eyes burned but no tears came. 

He sat motionless, clutching the phone like it was his only anchor.
 
His phone buzzed a few more times, but Ravi didn’t look at it. 

Messages from Neetu Bhabhi and Sirisha flashed across the screen, Sirisha checking in, asking if he was alright, Neetu Bhabhi sending a playful joke about the Threesome Rasmalai Party, but none of them registered. 

His mind wasn’t in a place to respond to anything now. Everything felt distant, as if those messages were sent from a world he no longer belonged to.

The weight of Priya’s absence, of the distance between them now, had consumed him completely.

The screen continued to glow with notifications, but Ravi let them stay unanswered, drifting further away from the lives of others as he sat there, caught in his own silence.
 
At some point, exhaustion pulled him down.

He didn’t change, didn’t pull the sheets over himself. He simply lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling until the blur of fatigue softened his thoughts. In the quiet, he clung to a single hope, that tomorrow, somehow, there might still be a way to make things right.
 
But for now, Ravi remained where he was: alone, guilty, grieving, and waiting in the dark.

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[shailu4ever]

 
Monday Morning – Phone Calls
 

The pale light of Monday morning seeped into flat 205, but Ravi hadn’t stirred yet. He lay on the couch, arms crossed over his chest, staring blankly at the ceiling. The silence felt heavier after the long, quiet Sunday, filled with thoughts he could not share with anyone. 

Messages from Neetu and Sirisha still blinked unread on his phone. He didn’t move to reply; his mind wasn’t in a position to respond to anything now.
 
The phone buzzed sharply, cutting through the quiet. He reached for it lazily, expecting another unread message. But the screen showed a new name: Vamsi.
 
“Ravi,” Vamsi’s voice was calm, measured, but there was a subtle weight of sadness underneath. “I heard from Amit about his father… I just wanted to tell you I’m really sorry. It must be hard.”
 
Ravi swallowed, the words catching somewhere in his throat. “Yeah… it’s, It’s difficult.” His voice sounded small, even to him.
 
Vamsi continued, “I wanted to ask… could you come over for lunch? I won’t be there myself; I have a few things I need to take care of, but I thought it might be good for you to eat something with the girls. They’ll be around. I don’t want you to eat alone.”
 
Ravi hesitated. The idea of leaving flat 205, of facing conversation, of being expected to smile or respond… it all felt heavy. “Uh… sure, I’ll come,” he managed finally, his voice flat.
 
The call ended, leaving him staring at the phone.
 
Not even a minute passed before it buzzed again. Neetu’s name flashed across the screen.
 
“Ravi!” she said the moment he answered, her voice tinged with cheer but slightly anxious. “I am sorry… I heard about Amit’s father.”
 
Ravi replied quietly, “Thank you.”
 
Neetu continued, “Vamsi also felt bad and he wanted you to come here for lunch. I wanted to make sure you’ll come. It’ll be nice, come on!”
 
Ravi felt a pang of discomfort. He could imagine the room: Neetu bustling, Sirisha watching him carefully, subtle glances and quiet judgments he wasn’t ready for. Yet he also knew he couldn’t refuse. He managed a quiet, “Okay… I’ll be there.”
 
The calls left him in a strange limbo, obliged to go, yet unable to fully engage. His thoughts drifted, as they had all morning, back to Priya Didi. He wondered what she would think if she knew how distant, how distracted he already felt. 

The weight of her absence pressed down, and he realized he would carry it with him, even through lunch.
 
He got up slowly, moving mechanically to prepare himself. 

The apartment felt too quiet, too empty, each step echoing like a reminder of all that had shifted over the past two days. And yet, the city beyond the windows went on, unaware, indifferent, like life itself refused to pause for grief, guilt, or longing.
 
 

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[venkygeethu]

Really mind blowing Ravi's emptiness in his heart shows how much concern he has towards Priya eventhough he had Neetu and Shrisha his heart is moving towards Priya Didi

But what bothers me is the expectation of Priya Didi's arrival is delayed by Amit's father's death . Boss let Amit do all the rituals and send Priya so that Ravi's wish as well as

our wish wish will be fulfilled

[shailu4ever]

Really mind blowing Ravi's emptiness in his heart shows how much concern he has towards Priya eventhough he had Neetu and Shrisha his heart is moving towards Priya Didi  

But  what bothers me is the expectation of Priya Didi's arrival is delayed by Amit's father's death . Boss let Amit do all the rituals and send Priya  so that Ravi's wish as well as

our wish wish will be fulfilled

Hi venkygeethu

Thank you so much for your feedback and for sharing your thoughts! 

I’m glad the emotional depth of Ravi’s feelings toward Priya resonated with you.

As I mentioned earlier, Priya will be returning in less than two weeks from Saturday, remember?  Her arrival hasn't been delayed. 

The situation with Amit's father's death was a temporary setback, but it won't push back her return. It actually confirms her return after rituals which usually will not go beyond 12 days.

I completely understand your eagerness for Ravi’s wish to come true, and trust me, her return is still on track to fulfill that!

I appreciate your continued support and interest in the story, and I hope you’ll enjoy the resolution when it comes!

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[tting4tting4]

Shailu - you really are an amazing writer, and I have to say your stories feel like a breath of fresh air in a forum that often gets stuck on the same cuckold themes. What sets your writing apart is the way you focus on emotions and build layers into your characters. It’s not just about what happens, but about how it feels, and that makes your work so much more engaging.

Yes, the pacing can be a bit on the slower side at times, but honestly, that works in your favor because it gives readers a chance to really sink into the atmosphere and enjoy the flow. The buildup makes the emotions stronger and the story more satisfying.

I also love the way you’re keeping up with your Priya and Antarvasna stories while still putting energy into exploring new one. That balance shows real dedication, and it gives readers like me more reasons to keep coming back to your work.

Overall, you’re a rare talent here, and every update feels worth waiting for. Please keep writing and sharing - your voice is exactly what this forum needs more of! and please more... lot more of Priya didi, threesome rasmalai party needs to happen before Priya is back 
yr):

[shailu4ever]

Shailu - you really are an amazing writer, and I have to say your stories feel like a breath of fresh air in a forum that often gets stuck on the same cuckold themes. What sets your writing apart is the way you focus on emotions and build layers into your characters. It’s not just about what happens, but about how it feels, and that makes your work so much more engaging.

Yes, the pacing can be a bit on the slower side at times, but honestly, that works in your favor because it gives readers a chance to really sink into the atmosphere and enjoy the flow. The buildup makes the emotions stronger and the story more satisfying.

I also love the way you’re keeping up with your Priya and Antarvasna stories while still putting energy into exploring new one. That balance shows real dedication, and it gives readers like me more reasons to keep coming back to your work.

Overall, you’re a rare talent here, and every update feels worth waiting for. Please keep writing and sharing - your voice is exactly what this forum needs more of! and please more... lot more of Priya didi, threesome rasmalai party needs to happen before Priya is back 
yr):

Hi tting4tting4


Wow, you’ve truly made my day! Thank you so much for your kind compliments. They mean a lot to me. I’m so glad to hear that my stories have resonated with you and provided a breath of fresh air. I’ve always wanted to read stories that are emotionally engaging, not just focused on the act itself.

 
From my perspective, erotica is about the feelings and emotions it evokes, while sex is the physical act itself. It’s the emotional resonance that stays with the reader long after the story ends. I try to focus on creating genuine, emotionally engaging erotica rather than just writing about sex. Of course, this is my personal approach, and if I’m mistaken in any way, I’m open to learning and correcting myself.
 
I completely understand that the pacing can sometimes feel slow, but as you rightly pointed out, that’s intentional to capture those emotions more fully. I’ll certainly try to maintain the emotional depth while keeping the pace engaging.
 
I’m also thrilled to hear that you’re enjoying both the Priya and Antarvasna stories, as well as my new story, The Swamiji. Balancing multiple storylines is definitely a challenge, but encouragement like yours keeps me motivated to keep pushing forward.
 
And as for Priya didi… yes, she will be appearing in less than two weeks of story time. Rest assured, more is definitely on the way. And the “threesome rasmalai party” will not be forgotten!
 
Thank you again for your thoughtful feedback. It’s readers like you who make the writing experience truly rewarding. I’m grateful for your support, and I promise to keep sharing my voice as long as it’s welcomed.
 

With warm regards

-- Shailu