Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Sirisha held him for a moment longer, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, letting herself feel everything she hadn’t been able to admit. Her kiss tasted of regret and desire, of all the things she wanted but couldn’t keep.
 
When they pulled away, Ravi’s breath was unsteady, his chest heavy with the weight of the moment. Sirisha’s lips lingered near his for a second longer, her eyes still closed, as if she wished the moment could stretch on forever.
 
Neetu stepped forward next, her eyes searching his face, soft with understanding and something more. She reached up, her hand grazing his cheek, and then she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, a kiss that was slower, more delicate, as though she, too, was reluctant to let him go.
 
It was the kind of kiss that whispered, “I’ll miss you,” without saying a word.
 
Ravi’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his heart thudding in his chest. He was caught between the two of them, feeling the full force of the emotions in the room.
 
Neetu kissed him as if it were the last kiss they’d share, even though he knew it wouldn’t be. But the tenderness in that kiss, the way she held him, was enough to leave him breathless.
 
When she finally pulled away, her eyes met his. “Take care, Ravi,” she said softly, her smile warm but with a quiet sadness hidden in her gaze. “We’ll see you tomorrow, won’t we?”
 
Ravi nodded, unable to form the words that would truly express how much this moment meant to him. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “Tomorrow.”
 
As he turned to leave, Sirisha’s fingers brushed his hand one last time, a soft, fleeting touch that seemed to carry everything they hadn’t said. “Come back soon, Bhayya,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.
 
Ravi stepped out into the hallway, the weight of their touch, their words, lingering in his chest. He wasn’t going far, just two floors down. But the intensity of their parting made it feel as though he was leaving a piece of himself behind.
 
As he walked toward his flat on the second floor, his thoughts were a swirl of emotion, the warmth of their kisses, the longing in Sirisha’s eyes, the quiet ache in Neetu’s voice.
 
He couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take before the threads between them began to fray.
 
For now, all he could do was let the day slip into the night, and know that he would see them again soon, but that the parting, however brief, had already marked something deeper in all of them.
 
 

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Flat 205, Sunday Evening
 
The sun was sliding down over Mumbai, spilling a dull orange light through the thin curtains of Flat 205. The room was quiet, too quiet, and Ravi sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor as if it might offer some kind of answer. The laughter from earlier in the day still echoed faintly in his mind, but now it sounded far away, like a memory trying to fade. Everything felt blurred between dream and guilt, between what was right and what had already happened.
 
He rubbed his palms together slowly, feeling the faint tremor that still hadn’t left him. The warmth of the afternoon had been replaced by a hollow weight in his chest.
 
“Priya Didi knows,” the thought came uninvited, whispering through his head again and again.
 
Neetu had said everything was fine, that Priya hadn’t suspected anything, but he had heard that pause in Priya’s voice, that tiny hesitation when she asked, “Is that Ravi?” It was enough. She knew something.
 
He leaned back against the wall, eyes tracing the faint crack above the ceiling fan. The room still carried her presence, Priya’s, though she wasn’t here. The scent of her shawl that he had once borrowed still lingered faintly in the corner. Every memory of her felt heavier now.
 
He tried to breathe it out, but the images wouldn’t leave him, Sirisha’s innocent smile, Neetu’s calm assurance, and then Priya’s voice on the phone, soft but sharp enough to cut through everything.
 
For a moment, he let his head fall into his hands.

 
What had he done?
 
It wasn’t that he didn’t care for them, Neetu, Sirisha, he did, in his own confused way. He truly enjoyed being close to Neetu Bhabhi, her presence commanding yet comforting, her quiet encouragement guiding the moments between them.
 
There was a strange exhilaration in the way she had welcomed him, guided him, and slowly introduced Sirisha into that closeness, as if teaching him the delicate balance of trust, desire, and control. Every touch, every whispered word, every shared glance had been intoxicating, leaving a warmth in his chest that was both thrilling and heavy with anticipation.
 
He could not forget how Neetu Bhabhi covered Sirisha’s lips at the crucial moment to absorb the sound of her cry, when he broke open her virginity with his unforgiving cock,  shielding her innocence while allowing him to cross the first barriers of intimacy.

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The memory of Sirisha, hesitant yet curious, her soft sighs and subtle movements, lingered in his mind, imprinting a strange, unforgettable tenderness on his heart. This was his first time with an innocent virgin girl, even though she is an adult she is very innocent. 

 
The moment that carried a weight and intimacy unlike anything he had experienced before. While his first intimate encounter had been with Neetu Bhabhi, the first experience with a virgin had been with Sirisha, and both had happened that same day, a whirlwind of emotion, desire, and guilt, leaving him exhilarated yet painfully aware of the boundaries he had crossed.
 
But Priya was different. She was the line he had drawn for himself. She was the person who made him want to be better, and somehow, without even being there, she was also the one who made him realize how far he’d fallen.
 
The phone lay on the table beside him. He picked it up, stared at Priya’s name in the call log, and hesitated to text. What could he possibly say? “Sorry”? That single word felt too small for the weight sitting inside him.
 
The fan hummed softly overhead, stirring the still air. Outside, a faint noise of children playing drifted in through the half-open window, but even that felt distant. The whole world seemed to move on, while Ravi sat still, trapped between desire and regret.
 
He stood and walked to the window, looking out at the city. Mumbai looked the same, restless, alive, unaware. Down below, the faint glow from Flat 401’s balcony flickered. He knew they were there, Neetu and Sirisha, probably quiet now too, maybe thinking about the same things.
 
He closed his eyes. The warmth of their touch still clung to his skin, but all he could feel was the echo of Priya’s disappointment, imagined or real, it didn’t matter.
 
“What must she think of me now?” he whispered.
 
There was no answer, only the hum of the fan and the slow ache in his chest.
 
 
He sank onto his bed, his eyes scanning the room as though looking for some kind of answer, but there was none to be found. His mind kept racing back to the events of the afternoon, the way Neetu and Sirisha had laughed, the effortless intimacy that had grown between them, the teasing that had slowly transformed into a closeness he hadn’t expected but couldn’t resist.
 
The echo of Sirisha’s soft cries, “Bhayyaaa…,” lingered vividly in his ears, when he was entering her soft and tender virgin hole and taking her virginity, a mixture of innocence, trust, and vulnerability that he could neither forget nor ignore.

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Every word, every subtle encouragement from Neetu Bhabhi, every hesitant yet willing motion from Sirisha, was etched into his memory, leaving him both exhilarated and painfully aware of the lines that had been crossed.
 
He could not deny that Sirisha had wanted it too, that her subtle glances, her nervous smiles, the gentle way she had leaned into him since the first day she noticed him, had all been invitations he had accepted.
 
The three of them had crossed a line, a line that blurred the boundaries between friendship, trust, and desire. And yet, in that crossing, they had established a closeness so rare and intimate that it felt permanent, almost sacred in its intensity.
 
Even now, as he lay back on his bed, the weight of that intimacy pressed on him, a mixture of pride, guilt, and awe at the depth of connection they had shared, knowing that no external force could undo the bond that had been forged in those hours.
 
But now, all Ravi could feel was a gnawing emptiness in his chest. The joy of the afternoon when he was filling Sirisha’s Virgin hole with his sprem had been real, but Priya’s presence, or lack of it, loomed large in his mind.
 
Priya had called him on Saturday, after finding out about his closeness with Sirisha. Her voice had been tight, distant, and he could still hear the sting in her words. She hadn’t forgiven him, not yet.
 
Ravi ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the guilt that settled in. He had hoped for some kind of reprieve. But Priya Didi hadn’t reached out. She hadn’t tried to hear him out or even let him explain.
 
On Sunday, she hadn’t called him at all. And maybe that was what hurt the most, the silence from her, the fact that she didn’t even want to talk to him.
 
The memory of the phone call with Neetu hit him like a jolt. At first, it had seemed normal, light even. But then Priya had asked about him, and Neetu, ever so casually, had said, “Ravi came for lunch today.”
 
Ravi’s heart had skipped a beat when he heard that. Neetu had said it so easily, like it was no big deal, like everything was still okay. But for Ravi, the weight of it was impossible to ignore. Priya hadn’t gotten angry, not with Neetu, at least. She hadn’t accused anyone of anything. But Ravi still felt the shift, the invisible wall growing between him and Priya.
 
She’s still upset, Ravi thought, sinking deeper into the bed, his mind spiraling again. Why hadn’t she called me? Why hadn’t she said anything?
 
The contrast of the day was jarring. He had felt something with Neetu and Sirisha, something light and fun, a temporary reprieve from tension. But now, in the quiet of his flat, it felt wrong, heavy with guilt. He had betrayed Priya’s trust, and even if Neetu had reassured him, he couldn’t escape the feeling that it was too late to fix things.
 
He picked up his phone, staring at the blank screen.
 
No messages from Priya. No calls. Nothing.
 
He leaned back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything. He couldn’t deny the connection with Neetu, the pull he felt toward Sirisha, but Priya… Priya had always been different. She had been steady, trusting, present. And now, everything felt uncertain.
 
The fan kept spinning above, humming softly, a quiet companion to his spiraling thoughts. Outside, the city moved on, oblivious. Inside Flat 205, Ravi sat alone, caught between fleeting warmth and the weight of guilt, wondering if anything could ever feel the same again.
 
 

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Flat 205, Monday to Saturday (Ravi’s Week of Silence and Guilt)

 


Monday

The week began quietly in Flat 205, the air heavy with the echoes of Sunday’s laughter and warmth. Ravi woke with a lingering ache in his chest, the memory of Neetu and Sirisha still vivid, yet overshadowed by Priya Didi’s absence. He reached for his phone first thing, thumb hovering over her name. One message, one call… just to hear her voice. But he stopped himself. Her silence was louder than any words he could send.
 
He tried anyway, hesitating before typing: “Didi… I hope you are okay. I just wanted to talk.” Sent. Nothing. Hours passed, each glance at the screen tightening the weight in his chest. By evening, he tried again: “I’m here if you want to talk. I’m sorry for last Sunday.” Still nothing.
 
Relief arrived in the form of Amit’s voice later that night. “Ravi,” Amit said, steady and composed, “the rituals for my father begin this week. Priya and I will be here until the rituals are complete. Thank you for your concern.” Ravi tried to sound normal: “Of course, Amit. I hope everything goes smoothly.” But inside, every word felt hollow, every syllable a reminder of the distance between him and Priya.

 
Tuesday

Ravi tried to keep busy, tidying the apartment, checking messages, even stepping out for small errands, but every sound reminded him of her absence. His thumb hovered over Priya’s name countless times, only to withdraw.
 
Amit called again that evening: “Ravi, we are preparing for the ceremonies on Sunday and Monday. Priya is occupied. Please continue managing things here. Thank you.” Ravi nodded, barely audible. The call was practical, yet it amplified the silence he felt from Priya.

 
Wednesday

The city moved on outside, oblivious to the storm of feelings inside Flat 205. Ravi sent another message: “Didi… I miss you. I hope you are doing well.” Nothing. No read receipt, no reply. The silence gnawed at him. He tried to distract himself with work, reading, even music, but every laugh, every word from the previous Sunday returned unbidden, now tinged with guilt.
 

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Thursday

By Thursday, the days began to blend into each other. Ravi sent a short text in the morning: “Didi, I’m thinking of you.” Hours later, he called once, one ring, two rings, voicemail. The faintest whisper of a message left him: “I’m here… I care… call if you want.” Silence again. Her quiet judgment lingered over every action of his week.
 
He found himself pacing in Flat 205, reliving every moment with Neetu and Sirisha, the teasing, the closeness, the laughter, but now overlayed with the sharp sting of guilt. Even their warmth, which had felt like a refuge, seemed hollow without Priya’s presence.
 

Friday

The week dragged, each day heavier than the last. Ravi’s messages became shorter, almost pleading: “Didi… just want you to know I’m sorry.” Nothing. No response. He replayed Priya’s voice from Saturday’s call, soft but sharp, her calm authority now haunting him, making him painfully aware of the line he had crossed.
 
Amit called again, brief and formal: “Ravi, preparations are ongoing here. Priya is handling matters with the family. Thank you for your concern.” Ravi could barely respond. He longed to hear Priya’s voice, to feel any sign of forgiveness, but only Amit’s practical words reached him.

 
Saturday

Saturday arrived with a heavy, oppressive calm. Ravi spent the day largely in silence, pacing, staring out the window at the restless city below. The week’s worth of unsent messages, unanswered calls, and silent longing pressed on him like a weight. He tried reading, tried music, even attempting to distract himself with small chores, but nothing could dispel the haunting quiet of her absence.
 
He sent a final message in the morning: “Didi… I hope you are well. I hope everything is alright. I regret what happened. Please forgive me.” Silence. His chest tightened at every glance at the phone.
 
Amit’s call came in the morning right after his message to Priya: “Ravi, everything here is under control. Priya and I will be returning tomorrow, Tuesday, after the final rituals on Sunday and Monday. Thank you for looking after things here.” Ravi forced a calm response: “Understood, Amit. I hope everything goes smoothly.”
 
After the call ended, Ravi sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the floor. The warmth and laughter of the previous Sunday seemed impossibly distant now, replaced by a gnawing ache of guilt and longing. He thought of Priya, her calm composure, her silent disappointment, her presence felt heavier than any physical closeness he had known all week. Every fleeting smile, every touch from Neetu or Sirisha, now felt both precious and painfully wrong, reminders of the trust he feared he had broken beyond repair.
 
That Saturday morning, Ravi remained trapped between desire, guilt, and the endless weight of waiting. The week had stretched infinitely, each day a reminder that Priya’s forgiveness, or even a single word from her, was still out of reach.

In three days, Priya Didi would return. Tuesday, everything might change.
 
 

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[prasannas2001]

One of the best stories over the last two months!!! Keep the story going!!! You enjoy Shailu ji!!! We will wait!!!

I totally agree. This is one of the best stories.

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Flat 205, Saturday Day (Frustration, Flirting, and Longing)
 

The late Saturday morning sun spilled through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across Flat 205. The room, once alive with energy, now felt unbearably quiet. Ravi was pacing, his thoughts scattered as he scrolled through his phone.
 
The previous week had been a rollercoaster of emotions, guilt, regret, longing, and today, all of it seemed to hit him harder than ever. He had hoped for a few hours of escape today. Just a little time to reconnect with Neetu or Sirisha, to drown out the silence that had been haunting him ever since Priya’s call.
 
He took a deep breath, his fingers hovering over Neetu’s contact. "Maybe she’s free today. Maybe things will be different."
 
He typed a quick message:
 
Ravi: “Hey Neetu, are you free today? Would love to catch up if you have some time.”
 
He stared at the screen as the message delivered, then waited. It felt like an eternity, but just as he was about to put the phone down, it buzzed with a response.
 
Neetu: “Hey, Ravi!  I would’ve loved to, but Vamsi is home today. He’s staying in. You know how it is, right? When he’s here, everything gets... busy. I won’t be able to meet today. ”
 
Ravi felt a slight pang of disappointment in his chest. Vamsi is home, and that meant no time alone with Neetu or Sirisha. He hadn’t realized how much he had been looking forward to seeing them until now. Their absence, or rather the absence of their time together, made him feel even more isolated. But he wasn’t about to let it show.
 
Neetu: “Maybe tomorrow if Vamsi goes to see his parents? You know I’m always up for some fun. And with three of us meeting that fun will be three times (or threesome). I’ll let you know if I get some time. We’ll figure it out!”
 
Ravi chuckled softly, despite the frustration eating at him. Neetu had that effect, she could always turn a frustrating situation into something playful, even over text. It was the spark that had drawn him to her in the first place. He quickly typed back:

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Ravi: “Well, let me know, I hope we all can get sometime together. Yes, I will miss our time with Sirisha as well.  After that Sunday, I have been keep thinking of you both. But I’ll miss seeing that smile of yours today. I was looking forward to some time alone with you...”
 
Neetu: “Oh, Ravi, you’re too sweet.  You know how much I’d love that. But maybe we can have some fun texting tonight. You never know what can happen over chat...”
 
Ravi raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. Even in this digital silence, Neetu could still make him feel alive. He quickly tapped a reply:
 
Ravi: “You’ve got me curious now. What do you have in mind?”
 
Neetu: “Let’s just say... I might be thinking of all the ways we could’ve spent today together... and it’s making me wish Vamsi was out. But we’ll have to wait for our next chance.”
 
Ravi leaned back against the wall, his thoughts racing. Neetu always knew how to stir something deep inside him with just a few words. It was maddening, the way she could make him feel both frustrated and excited all at once. The playful nature of her texts was a reminder of the chemistry they shared, a chemistry that was still strong even if they were forced to be apart.
 
Neetu: “Hey, I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Don’t miss me too much! ”
 
Ravi smiled, even though the sting of not seeing her today still lingered.
 
Ravi: “I can’t promise that, but I’ll try. Take care of yourself, Bhabhi. Don’t let Vamsi Bhayya keep you too busy today. We’ll have our time soon.”
 
Just as he put his phone down, another message notification appeared. This time it was from Sirisha. Ravi’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed their time together, even though he was still tangled in guilt and confusion about it all.
 
Sirisha: “Bhayyaaa, I was hoping we could spend some time together today... but I just found out that Vamsi bhayya is staying home today.  I was really looking forward to seeing you, but looks like we’ll have to wait.”

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