Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Monday Morning, Flat 205 (Silence, Curiosity, and Tension)
 

Ravi woke up with a start, the sharp rays of morning sunlight piercing through the half-open blinds. He blinked, disoriented for a moment, before glancing at the clock: 8:05 AM.
 
He groaned softly, the weight of another day pressing down on him. His eyes were heavy, the remnants of last night’s dreams still clinging to him, but he forced himself to sit up. He rubbed his face with his hands, trying to shake off the fog in his head.
 
The flat was still quiet, too quiet. The air felt thicker than usual, as if the weight of the silence had increased overnight. Ravi reached for his phone on the nightstand, a habit by now, to check for messages, calls, anything to break the stillness of the morning.
 
Nothing.
 
He scrolled through the screen, expecting to see at least a couple of messages from Neetu or Sirisha, they always checked in after their night out, especially if they had gone to the movie together.
 
But today, there was no trace of them. No playful goodnight texts, no witty emojis. It was as if they ignoring him.
 
Ravi frowned, a twinge of confusion tightening in his chest. It wasn’t like them. He couldn’t remember the last time a day had passed without at least a short text from Neetu or Sirisha, something light-hearted or teasing. Last night, he had heard nothing. This morning, still nothing. Silence.
 
He stared at the screen for a long moment, the hum of the city outside the window only adding to the unsettling quiet inside the flat. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
 
Without overthinking it, he dialed Neetu’s number, hoping to hear her voice, to get some reassurance that everything was fine, that maybe they’d just been busy. His phone beeped a few times. Then the tone changed.
 
“We’re sorry, the number you’re trying to reach is switched off or out of network coverage.”
 
He stared at the screen not understand what to think. What was going on? This wasn’t like her. He dialed again, a little more impatient this time. Same result. Her phone was off.
 
A small flicker of worry crept up his spine.
 
He tried Sirisha’s number next, his thumb moving quickly across the screen, dialling the number as though it might somehow fix the strange, uncomfortable feeling gnawing at him.

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[shailu4ever]

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The same thing. Switched off.
 
Ravi’s stomach tightened. A cold weight settled in his chest.
 
This wasn’t normal.
 
He had a fleeting thought: what if something had happened? What if there was some sort of emergency? Maybe it was just bad timing, a technical glitch, or they’d forgotten to charge their phones. But it didn’t feel like that. Something about the stillness, the lack of any communication, felt off. The weight of the silence grew heavier with every unanswered call.
 
He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
 
He dialed Vamsi’s number, hoping for a breakthrough, maybe some clarity. Vamsi, despite his chaotic nature, was always in touch, always part of the late-night messages, the morning updates, always the first to send a meme or a ridiculous joke. But even Vamsi’s phone was switched off.
 
The call felt like a slow descent into a strange void. Ravi hung up, his hands suddenly clammy, his mind racing.
 
What was going on? Why wasn’t anyone answering?
 
He stood there, holding the phone in his hand, staring at the screen, his mind working over the possibilities. A dozen thoughts scrambled through his head, none of them making sense. Was it something he had missed? Was there something in the air, some unspoken tension that had built up without him realizing it?
 
No, that didn’t feel right either.
 
He shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his thoughts. No one had mentioned anything unusual the night before. The movie, the evening, it had seemed so normal. And yet, this morning, everything felt out of place.
 
Curiosity and unease swirled inside him.
 
Ravi had always prided himself on not letting his mind get carried away with what ifs, but today was different. Today, something was amiss, and he couldn’t ignore it. Maybe he was overreacting, but the silence, the complete absence of messages or calls from the people who were usually always in touch, was too much for him to dismiss.
 
He stood in the middle of the flat, unsure of what to do next. Call again? Wait it out?
 
And then, in an almost automatic movement, he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and slipped it on. The decision was made. The nagging curiosity, the unsettling feeling that something wasn’t right, was enough to push him out the door.
 
He headed toward Vamsi and Neetu’s flat, hoping to find some answer to the strange silence. But the tension in his chest didn’t loosen. If anything, it grew with every step he took.
 
 

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[shailu4ever]

Monday Morning – Outside Flat 401

 

Ravi stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt. His fingers lingered on the top button longer than usual, almost as if by tightening it he could somehow control the restless swirl of thoughts in his mind. Maybe it was just the shirt, stiff and crisp from yesterday’s laundry. Or maybe it was him, scattered, preoccupied, weighed down by the quiet that had settled over the building since the morning.
 
He hadn’t received a single message from Sirisha or Neetu since last night. Normally, Neetu would have sent a cheeky “Good morning” or one of her teasing memes. Sirisha, even in the busiest of mornings, would have sent a playful “Hey Bhayya ?” or some string of laughing emojis. But today, nothing.
 
Ravi frowned. Maybe they were tired after the late movie yesterday. Or maybe they were giving him space, as they had seemed slightly distant when he left in the morning. Still, the absence of any contact felt odd, unsettling.
 
He grabbed his keys and locked Flat 205 behind him. The corridor stretched out in front of him, unusually quiet. Normally, the faint thrum of life, children rushing past, a distant radio, the clatter of utensils from the kitchens above, gave the hallway a sense of motion, a rhythm to which he could anchor himself. Today, it was silent. Too silent.
 
Ravi hesitated at the foot of the stairs. He glanced upward toward Flat 401, where Vamsi, Neetu, and Sirisha lived. He almost expected to see Sirisha’s ponytail bouncing as she descended the stairs, or hear Neetu’s teasing voice drifting down, joking about something trivial. Anything familiar to ground him.
 
But the higher floors remained mute, the silence pressing in like a weight.
 
He climbed the stairs slowly, each step deliberate. The worn wood of the staircase groaned under his weight, the sound strangely loud in the stillness. As he reached the 4th floor, Ravi froze.
 
The door to Flat 401 was ajar.
 
Just enough to be noticed. Too open. Too still.
 
His pulse quickened. He took a cautious step forward. Normally, the ajar door might have been unremarkable, perhaps a breeze had nudged it, perhaps someone had left it open for convenience. But today, the emptiness around it, the quiet in the corridor, made it look different, almost deliberate.
 
He squinted inside. A pair of sandals lay near the entrance, unfamiliar. Beside them, a duffel bag had been tossed carelessly. A faint, lingering smell of incense hung in the air, heavier than the mild aroma that sometimes drifted from the apartment. Something else, subtle but sharp, tickled his senses, maybe the faint trace of perfume, maybe the lingering scent of last night’s cooking. He couldn’t tell.
 
Low voices drifted from inside, murmured, cautious, deliberate. The tone was unlike anything he had ever heard from Neetu, Sirisha, or Vamsi. He tilted his head, trying to catch fragments.
 
The words didn’t make sense yet, but they pressed on him like a warning.
 

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[shailu4ever]

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Ravi swallowed hard. His throat was suddenly dry, his palms slick with sweat. He wanted to retreat, to run down the stairs and pretend he hadn’t noticed anything. But a stronger part of him, a curious, insistent part, kept him rooted. He had to know.

 
He cleared his throat softly.
“Excuse me… is Vamsi garu home?”
 
The murmuring ceased abruptly. A man, wearing a white shirt and holding a notepad, turned toward him. His face was neutral, unreadable, but his eyes flicked over Ravi with a subtle intensity that made Ravi uneasy. The man exchanged a glance with the woman sitting on the couch. She was older, perhaps in her forties, her posture stiff, her hand pressed against her chest as though trying to hold herself together.
 
The woman rose slowly, cautiously. Her movements were deliberate, almost mechanical.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice low, measured, guarded.
 
“I’m Ravi,” he said, his words careful, cautious. “I live in 205… I’ve known them for some time.”
 
A long, suffocating silence followed. The woman’s eyes were moist, but distant, not quite focused on him. She seemed to be seeing something far away, something he could not. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but no words came.
 
The man stepped slightly forward, placing himself between Ravi and the doorway. His voice was soft but firm.
“Can you wait a moment?”
 
Ravi nodded, stepping back as instructed. His heart raced. The corridor suddenly felt colder, the morning sun filtering in weakly through the stairwell window doing nothing to warm the chill settling into his chest. He leaned against the wall across from the half-open door, trying to steady himself.
 
Inside, the voices resumed. Ravi caught fragments now, just enough to stir the unease into something darker:
 
“The accident happened around 8:15 PM…”
“A truck… highway bypass… the driver didn’t even stop.”
“We tried calling their phones all night… nothing… only this morning… the security officer…”
 
Ravi’s stomach turned. His legs felt weak. His mind tried to process, to rationalize. Perhaps these were relatives, people who lived nearby and had been contacted by the security officer overnight, arriving early in the morning to check on the family. It would make sense, logically. Yet, even as he tried to anchor himself in reason, his chest tightened, and a hollow ache began to spread.
 
He forced himself to stay still. His gaze fell to the photo frame lying near the entrance. A recent photograph of Vamsi, Neetu, and Sirisha, laughing on the balcony just a few days ago. The frame had been upright yesterday. Now, it lay fallen, glass edge scbanging the floor.
 
Ravi’s breath caught in his throat. His fingers clenched against the wall, damp with nervous sweat. His mind refused to accept the logic of the moment.
 
Inside, the murmuring continued, and the fragments of words began to take shape, each one striking him like a blow:
 
“All three… died at the scene.”
 
Time seemed to freeze. The hallway, the stairwell, the sunlight on the floor, it all vanished from his perception. His heart thundered in his chest, but no sound came from him. The reality of those words, the absolute finality, pressed down like an iron weight.
 
He could feel the absence, of laughter, of footsteps, of playful teasing, stretching out from Flat 401 and consuming the space around him. The corridor felt impossibly long, impossibly silent. Sirisha’s bubbly voice, Neetu’s laughter, Vamsi’s chatter, erased in a single moment.
 
Ravi’s legs shook, but he didn’t move. Not forward. Not back. He stayed leaning against the wall, staring at the ajar door, the voices inside now muffled by distance and the half-closed threshold. Each word he caught, each fragment, pressed into him, layering shock over confusion over disbelief.
 
The man in the white shirt moved slightly, flipping pages in his notepad, but did not acknowledge him. The woman sat quietly, her hands folded, her eyes wet. Their presence was a silent confirmation of something Ravi could hardly face yet.
 
He closed his eyes briefly, trying to steady his breath, to contain the swirl of panic, grief, and disbelief. The apartment, once a space of comfort and laughter, now felt like a hollow shell. The stillness was a physical weight pressing against him, an invisible hand squeezing tight around his chest.
 
Ravi’s gaze returned to the photo frame, now more painfully vivid than before, three faces alive, smiling, frozen in joy. He had laughed at that moment just days ago. And now… gone.
 
He didn’t step forward. He didn’t cry. He just stood there, frozen, suspended between disbelief and reality, listening to the voices inside, voices explaining, confirming, and yet somehow distant, muffled, unreal.
 
The corridor echoed with emptiness. Every detail he had taken for granted, the creak of the staircase, the hum of the morning, the distant chatter of neighbors, was gone. There was only the weight of the unknown, the silence of tragedy, and the unbearable stillness pressing down around him.
 
Ravi’s breath came shallow, ragged. His body felt heavy, his mind numb. And in that moment, he understood, nothing would ever be the same.
 
 

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[shailu4ever]

Hello everyone,

I wanted to let you know that I will be busy for the next few days celebrating Diwali in our area, so I won’t be able to provide any updates during this time. I will resume giving updates after Diwali.

Wishing you all a wonderful Diwali filled with light and happiness!

-- Shailu

[prasannas2001]

Saturday Morning – Arrival at Flat 401


Ravi stepped out of the elevator, his pulse a little quicker as he made his way up to the fourth floor.

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He climbed the last few steps to the fourth floor, each step echoing in the stillness of the morning.

Hi Shailu
The story is going very good. Wonderful narration.
This specific scene, there's a small mistake. You mentioned he stepped out of the elevator and after a few lines later you said he climbed the last few steps. There's a disconnect. Please fix this.
Overall, your writing is excellent
Please keep writing

[Rocky@handsome]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[venkygeethu]

Dear Shailu 4ever

Great work the story moves with more twists and turns


your narration brings the sequence before our eyes keep rocking


Happy Diwali

[readersp]

Happy Diwali Shailu ji to you and your family!!!

[prasannas2001]

“Then we’ll just whisper,” he said, his voice low and thick with need.



He leaned in again, this time taking her other nipple into his mouth,

Sucking gently before teasing it with his tongue.

The sensation made Neetu’s body shiver, her breath catching in her throat as she fought to keep control.

His hands continued their steady exploration of her breasts,

Kneading them gently, his fingers rolling her nipples between them with a deliciously slow, methodical rhythm.

Every time his mouth moved from one breast to the other, he made sure to leave a trail of heated kisses in his wake,

Worshiping her in a way that sent waves of pleasure spiraling through her.

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Neetu’s chest heaved, her breath catching with every flick of his tongue,

Every gentle bite, each pass of his fingers over her sensitive skin.

She was drowning in pleasure, unable to think, to focus on anything except the overwhelming need building within her.

He groaned softly as he took her left breast fully into his mouth again,

Sucking harder this time, letting his tongue swirl in slow, deliberate circles around her nipple.

The sensation made Neetu’s entire body quake, her hands pressing him closer, urging him to take more, to give her more.

“You’re so beautiful, Bhabhi,” he muttered, lifting his head to glance at her, his voice thick with desire.

“I’ve been wanting you like this for so long.”

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The phasing of your erotica is excellent.

Wonderful Shailu.

Happy Diwali to all

[prasannas2001]

Very erotic writing style. Excellent job Shailu

[prasannas2001]

Peak excitement!!!

I totally agree, it's really exciting at its peak

[shailu4ever]

Hi Shailu
The story is going very good. Wonderful narration.
This specific scene, there's a small mistake. You mentioned he stepped out of the elevator and after a few lines later you said he climbed the last few steps. There's a disconnect. Please fix this.
Overall, your writing is excellent
Please keep writing

Hi Prasanna

Thank you so much for your compliments.

Your compliments and support helps me keep going.

Thank you very much for pointing out that mistake. It was my mistake. That shows how closely you are reading the story. That means a lot to me.

I have addressed issue. I corrected the scene.

Once again, that you for your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you Rocky

[shailu4ever]

Dear Shailu 4ever

Great work the story moves with more twists and turns


your narration brings the sequence before our eyes keep rocking


Happy Diwali

Dear Venkygeethu

Thank you so much for your wonderful compliments! 

I’m really glad you enjoyed the story and the way it unfolded. Your encouragement means a lot.

Wishing you a belated but very Happy Diwali! Hope you had a joyful and sparkling celebration.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[tweeny_fory]

She wasn't trying to provoke.


That’s what made it worse.

There was no seduction in her posture, just stillness.

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And beneath the dbang of the pallu


The dignity of her heavenly breasts softly covered

Her waist curved in before rising into the flare of her hips

The saree hugging every turn like a loyal second skin.

He wasn’t breathing.

And then the elevator jolted.

Just a small mechanical bounce as it passed the third floor.

But the cabin shifted, and for a fraction of a second, Priya leaned back, not much, just enough.

Her shoulder brushed against his chest.

His hand twitched.

He caught his breath and looked at the mirror.

Amit was checking his hair.

Priya adjusted her pallu like nothing had happened.

But Ravi… felt everything.

It was just a brush of cloth.

Just a shared breath.

Just a normal evening.

Except it wasn’t.

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wow what a writing Shailu... loved your choice of words
i thought i will keep quoting your art and share my thanks for such a beautiful erotica

[shailu4ever]

Happy Diwali Shailu ji to you and your family!!!

Hi readersp sir

Thank you so much for your kind Diwali wishes! Wishing you and your family a joyful, prosperous, and blessed Diwali as well. Apologies for the belated response, but the spirit of the festival stays alive with love and blessings always. 

Hope your celebrations were filled with happiness and light!

Thank you very much for your continued support

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

wow what a writing Shailu... loved your choice of words
i thought i will keep quoting your art and share my thanks for such a beautiful erotica

Hi tweeny sir

Thank you so much for your kind compliments! I’m so glad you are enjoying the story, it truly means a lot to me. 

I’m honored that you found the piece beautiful, and I’m grateful for your appreciation of the work.

Feedback like this really motivates me to keep writing and sharing more! 

Your support is deeply appreciated!

Thank you so much

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

The phasing of your erotica is excellent.

Wonderful Shailu.

Happy Diwali to all

Thank you So much Prasanna

You have been continuously keeping me motivated, giving continuous feedback and support.  Your support and kind words are deeply appreciated.

Thank you once again

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Very erotic writing style. Excellent job Shailu

Thank you again Prasanna. 

Hope you had a wonderful Diwali. Sorry for the belated wishes