Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Monday – Sad Morning continued

 

Ravi stood in the corridor outside Flat 401, his legs refusing to move, his eyes fixed on the half-open door. The air felt heavy, still, almost sacred. The faint murmur of voices inside, the subdued sobs, the sound of people moving around, everything blurred into a dull hum. His heart thudded in his chest, slow and painful, as though it were struggling to accept what his mind already knew.
 
Vamsi, Neetu, and Sirisha were gone.
 
The words echoed in his head, senseless and cruel. Only yesterday, he had heard Neetu’s laughter float down the corridor. Only yesterday, Sirisha had teased him over messages. Vamsi had called him for a movie. And now, all that warmth, that familiar presence, was erased in an instant.
 
He stood there as the mortal remains arrived in the mortuary van, the sound of the engine breaking the silence of the building. The driver and two attendants opened the back doors slowly, and the sight of the covered bodies made something inside him collapse. He wanted to move closer, to see their faces one last time, to tell them something, anything, but his feet would not obey. His throat burned.
 
The relatives, Vamsi’s uncles, cousins, and a few family friends, had gathered by then. Their faces were pale, their eyes hollow, their voices mechanical as they handled the formalities with the security officer and the building association. Ravi helped where he could, signing a form, holding a bag, fetching water, his body moving on instinct while his mind refused to register what was happening.
 
When the van doors opened, he found himself standing a few steps away, his hands trembling. The sheets were lifted one by one, and with each glimpse, a wave of disbelief washed over him. Vamsi, the man who was always full of jokes and stories, now lay utterly still. Neetu, whose voice had once filled the air with warmth, looked serene, too serene. And Sirisha, the bright, lively girl who had brought laughter to every room, was silent, her innocence frozen in time.
 
The courtyard of the apartment complex was filled with people now, neighbors, relatives, bystanders. No one spoke loudly. Even the children playing near the gate had gone quiet. The only sounds were the soft instructions of the men arranging the transfer vehicle that would take them to their native place in rural Andhra Pradesh.

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[shailu4ever]

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Ravi walked down with them, step by step, as the stretchers were carried through the corridor and out into the sunlight. The world looked unchanged, the same trees, the same street, the same city noise in the distance, but everything inside him had shattered.
 
At the entrance, he stopped. The relatives were placing garlands, offering quick prayers before closing the doors of the van. He stood back, hands by his sides, his eyes blurred. It felt like watching a part of his own life being carried away.
 
Someone asked him softly, “Are you family?”
 
He shook his head. “No… friends,” he managed to say, the word catching in his throat. But they are more than a family for him. 
 
Their Relatives planned to take the bodies to their native and perform funeral and all the rituals there. The van started with a low rumble, its sound echoing down the narrow lane. 

Ravi watched as it moved past the gates, the garlanded windscreen disappearing slowly into the afternoon haze. 

He didn’t move until it was gone completely, until there was nothing left but the faint dust rising on the road.
 
The silence that followed was unbearable. The building felt empty, the corridors echoing with ghosts of laughter and half-remembered voices. He turned away, climbing the stairs slowly, every step heavier than the last.
 
When he reached Flat 205, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it, eyes shut. The stillness pressed in on him, thick and merciless. He could still hear their laughter in his mind, still see Neetu at the balcony waving, Sirisha calling out “Bhayya!” from the corridor, Vamsi’s cheerful voice echoing after a long workday.
 
Now, there was nothing. Just the echo of what used to be.
 
He walked to the window and looked out at the street below, where the van had vanished moments ago. A single tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another, until his vision blurred completely. 

The world outside carried on, cars honked, people hurried past, but for Ravi, time had stopped.
 
In that quiet, he whispered their names under his breath, Vamsi, Neetu, Sirisha, as if saying them aloud could somehow bring them back. But the only answer was silence.
 
And in that silence, he realized how fragile everything had been, how quickly joy could turn into loss, how easily life could slip away.
 
He sank into the chair by the window, the late afternoon light falling softly across his face. His eyes were fixed on nothing. 

The ache in his chest deepened with every breath, but he let it stay, because it was all he had left of them.
 

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[readersp]

The last line, truly epic!!! your writing is magical Shailu ji!!!

[venkygeethu]

Nice but feeling the pathetic condition Really missing all the three and also the happiest moments are gone


Inspite of being an erotic story really mind mingles with them and situations


Please give the happiest situations soon to forget this tragic sequence

[shailu4ever]

The last line, truly epic!!! your writing is magical Shailu ji!!!

Hi readersp sir

Thank you so much for your kind compliments.

"The ache in his chest deepened with every breath, but he let it stay, because it was all he had left of them."

 I'm beyond thrilled that the above line resonated with you.

It means a lot to hear that you found the writing magical. Your feedback truly inspires me to keep creating, and I’m so grateful for your support!

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Nice     but     feeling   the  pathetic   condition     Really missing  all the three and also the happiest moments are gone


Inspite of being an erotic story really mind mingles with them and situations


Please give the happiest situations soon to forget this tragic sequence

Hi venkygeetu 

Thank you so much for your thoughtful feedback. I truly appreciate your honesty and how deeply you’ve connected with the story. 

I understand how the tragic moments can be hard, and I’m really glad to hear that even amidst the complexity, the emotions and situations resonated with you. I’ll definitely keep your thoughts in mind as the story progresses, happier moments are on the horizon, I promise! 

As Priya will be coming back the very next day, so there will definitely be happier moments ahead! I hope you will like them.

Thanks again for sharing your perspective, it really helps me grow as a writer. 

Really appreciate your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Monday Night – The Darkness in 205
 
By the time everything was over, the sun had already started its slow descent behind the buildings. The last of the vehicles had left, the murmuring of people faded, and the apartment complex stood unnaturally still, as though it too was holding its breath.
 
Ravi walked up the stairs to the second floor like a man in a trance. His legs felt weak, his palms cold, his shirt sticking slightly to his skin. Every sound, the faint creak of a door, the flutter of a curtain, seemed to echo too loudly. He reached his flat, fumbled with the key for a moment, and finally pushed the door open.
 
The air inside Flat 205 was stale and heavy. He didn’t bother switching on the lights. The dim orange glow from the corridor spilled faintly into the living room, casting long shadows on the floor. Ravi closed the door behind him gently, the click of the latch sounding final, like the last page of a chapter he hadn’t wanted to finish.
 
He sank onto the couch, elbows on his knees, staring blankly at the floor. His mind refused to stay still. Images flashed before him, disjointed and painfully vivid, Sirisha’s laughter echoing from the balcony, Neetu’s teasing voice as she handed him a plate of lunch, Vamsi’s easy smile when they last met.
 
How could it all just… end?
 
He pressed his palms over his face, trying to stop the memories, but they came flooding in anyway, brighter, sharper, crueler. The sound of Neetu calling him from the kitchen. The way Sirisha had said “Bhayya” in that half-playful tone. Vamsi’s voice over the phone, casual as ever, “Movie at five, come on, don’t be late.”
 
He lowered his hands slowly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. The outlines of familiar things surrounded him, the books on the shelf, the half-empty cup on the table, his phone lying face down beside him. But none of it felt real anymore.
 
Everything around him felt drained of warmth, as though the life had seeped out of the walls themselves.
 
A wave of disbelief washed over him again. Maybe this was some mistake. Maybe when he woke up tomorrow, there would be a message from Neetu. A voice note from Sirisha. A missed call from Vamsi. Anything. Something to say that all this was just a nightmare.

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[shailu4ever]

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He picked up his phone, the screen lighting his face in pale blue. No new messages. The silence of the screen felt heavier than sound.
 
His thumb hovered over Neetu’s name for a long time, but he didn’t press it. What was the point now?
 
He placed the phone back gently, staring at it as if it held the answer to something he couldn’t name.
 
Outside, the evening deepened into night. The faint sounds of the city filtered in, distant horns, the low hum of traffic, the bark of a stray dog. But inside 205, time had stopped. The shadows grew longer, darker, until the whole room was swallowed by night.
 
He didn’t switch on the lights. He couldn’t. The darkness felt honest, it matched what was inside him.
 
He leaned back against the couch, his head resting on the edge, eyes half-closed. For a long time, he just sat there, breathing slowly, the silence pressing against him like a weight. 

He thought of the last meal they’d shared, the playful glances, the casual laughter, all of it replaying in his mind like a film stuck in loop.
 
At some point, tears began to slide down his cheeks silently. He didn’t even realize he was crying. There was no sound, just the steady trickle of grief he couldn’t hold back anymore.
 
He whispered their names into the darkness, barely audible, “Neetu... Sirisha... Vamsi...”, as if saying them aloud could bridge the distance between this world and whatever lay beyond.
 
But the silence remained.
 
He turned his gaze toward the ceiling. The same ceiling under which he had once heard their footsteps, their laughter, the faint music playing from upstairs. Tonight, it was all gone.

The flat above was dark. No lights, no movement. Just stillness, a stillness that seemed to echo through his bones.
 
Ravi sat there for hours, lost in the quiet, the darkness deepening around him. The night outside thickened, the faint hum of the city fading until even that disappeared.
 
He didn’t know when he fell asleep, perhaps he didn’t. His head rested against the back of the couch, his eyes open to the dark. The tears had dried on his face, leaving faint streaks.
 
In his half-dreaming mind, he could still hear Neetu’s soft laughter, Sirisha’s cheerful voice, Vamsi calling out his name from across the corridor. For a fleeting moment, it felt real, so real that he almost smiled.
 
Then the cold air brushed against his skin, and the illusion broke.
 
And in that quiet, empty room, with the night pressing against the windows, Ravi finally understood what loss truly meant, not the absence of people, but the silence they leave behind.
 

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[rajesh93]

Hi Shailu

I have been following your story. I have been upto the Rasmalai scene. The way you wrote is second to none. The syrup on Neetu's body and the way Ravi cleaned it up is a great example of your taste for erotica.

Great job. Please continue writing

[shailu4ever]

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

Hi Prasanna

Thank you for your compliments. I am really glad that the story excites you.

Thank you for your continued support along the story.  I am very glad you are enjoying this.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Tuesday Morning – The Knock on the Door
 
The night had been endless. Ravi had sat in the darkness of Flat 205, long after the world outside had gone quiet. The fan whirred above him, a dull, rhythmic sound that only deepened the emptiness.
 
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw their faces, Neetu’s bright smile, Sirisha’s soft laughter, Vamsi’s easy confidence. They floated in and out of his thoughts like ghosts, too vivid to forget, too painful to hold onto.
 
He had finally drifted into a shallow, restless sleep sometime after 3 a.m., the tears dried on his cheeks, his mind still heavy with disbelief.
 
When the knocking began, it took him a few seconds to realize it was real. A dull, hurried series of knocks, followed by the shrill ring of the doorbell. He stirred, disoriented, his body stiff from sleeping awkwardly on the couch.
 
Then, his phone started buzzing on the table beside him.
 
He squinted at the screen, Amit calling.
 
He picked it up, his voice still rough with sleep.

“Hello…?”
 
“Ravi!” Amit’s voice came through, warm, familiar, and unexpectedly full of life. “Open the door, man, we’re outside!”
 
For a split second, Ravi froze. It took him a moment to register the words. Then he sat up abruptly, glancing toward the door, still processing what he’d heard.
 
“You’re... outside?”
 
“Yes!” Amit laughed on the other end. “Come on, before Priya kills me for making her wait in the corridor with the bags!”
 
The words took a moment to sink in. For a brief second, Ravi forgot what day it was, then everything snapped back. Amit and Priya.
 
It had been days. Their arrival had been on schedule, they had mentioned it on the phone, but the reality of it felt unexpected, too jarring against the weight of everything that had happened.
 
Ravi stood slowly, blinking as though waking from a long sleep, his legs stiff.   Ravi scrambled to his feet, still dazed, still half in last night’s world. He ran a hand through his hair, straightened his shirt, and walked to the door  and opened it, the bright light of the morning hallway flooding in.
 
There they were, Amit and Priya, standing outside, luggage beside them, both looking tired but alive, their faces still carrying the faint trace of travel fatigue.
 
There was a strange comfort in their presence, a return to normalcy that Ravi wasn’t sure he could handle yet.

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[shailu4ever]

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The bright wash of morning light poured into the hallway, and there she was. Priya Didi stood beside Amit, travel-worn yet breathtaking, her presence so vivid it made the quiet apartment behind him feel less hollow. A faint sheen of tiredness clung to her, the kind that comes from long hours of travel and restless waiting, yet it did little to dull her radiance.

 
Her hair, slightly tousled from the journey, framed her face in soft waves, a few loose strands catching the sunlight like fine threads of gold. The faint traces of fatigue under her eyes only seemed to make her beauty more real, more human, like the world had tried to tire her, but couldn’t dim her light.

She wore a simple cream kurta and faded jeans, nothing extravagant, yet on her it looked effortlessly elegant. A dupatta was dbangd loosely around her neck, one edge fluttering slightly in the corridor breeze. The soft scent of her perfume, jasmine and something faintly earthy, like rain-soaked wood, reached Ravi even before she spoke. Her lips curved into a small, weary smile, one that carried both exhaustion and warmth, as if she was saying without words: We’re home. In that instant, Ravi felt something loosen in his chest. She was travel-tired, yes, but still impossibly beautiful, the kind of beauty that didn’t shout, but settled quietly into the spaces around her and made them come alive.
 
For a moment, Ravi just stood there, unable to speak. It felt surreal, after all that had happened, after the unbearable silence of the last two days, suddenly seeing familiar faces, hearing familiar voices, it was almost too much.
 
Amit stepped forward and pulled him into a quick, firm hug.
“Man, it feels good to be back,” he said, his voice muffled. “Mumbai missed us, huh?”
 
Ravi managed a faint smile, his throat tightening. “Yeah… yeah, it did.”
 
They stepped inside, the sound of their luggage wheels rolling across the floor breaking the flat’s long silence. The air suddenly felt different, not lighter, but alive again, as if their presence had stirred something dormant in the walls.
 
Amit dropped one of the bags near the couch and stretched his arms. “Feels strange to be back here,” he said, looking around. “Same place, same smell… I swear Mumbai air never changes.”
 
Ravi smiled faintly at her words, though his mind felt a thousand miles away.
 
Ravi’s gaze wandered, almost instinctively, toward the windowsill. There she was, Priya Didi, standing with her back to him, gazing out the window, the soft morning light catching the edges of her dark hair. For a fleeting moment, the sight of her felt like a balm, so warm, so alive, as though she herself was a living reminder of everything beautiful the world still had to offer.

Her hair, dark and glossy, cascaded over her shoulders like silk, catching the morning sunlight in soft waves. The light seemed to wrap around her, creating an almost ethereal glow. She stood so effortlessly graceful, the simple act of her standing there exuding a quiet strength that drew his attention. Even in the stillness, even in the heaviness of his grief, Ravi couldn’t help but notice how she seemed to fill the room with an undeniable warmth.

When she turned toward them, her smile greeted him like a gentle breeze. Priya’s eyes, dark and deep, met his with such a quiet intensity, he almost forgot to breathe. There was something about the way she looked at him, an unspoken understanding, a softness that seemed to cut through the haze of his pain. Her smile wasn’t just an expression; it was a presence, grounding, reassuring. In the midst of everything that had shattered inside him, her beauty and warmth felt like a touchstone, like a lifeline.
 
For a fleeting moment, he wondered if he should tell them, about Vamsi, Neetu, and Sirisha, but the words wouldn’t come. Not yet. Not when they had just arrived.
 
He forced himself to sound normal. “You both must be exhausted. Long journey?”
 
Amit nodded, already loosening his collar. “Oh, completely. I just want a shower and some chai. Let me dump the bags in the room first.”
 
He stood by the door for a while longer, staring out into the corridor, toward the stairway that led up to Flat 401. It was quiet now, completely still. The reality hit him again, the contrast between what once was and what now remained.
 
He took a slow breath, then turned back inside. The smell of fresh air and luggage mixed with the faint fragrance of Priya’s perfume, familiar, grounding.
 
He went to his room, placed his phone on the table, and stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes were red-rimmed, his face drawn. He didn’t know how much time he stood there. He splashed cold water on his face, letting it sting his skin, trying to wash away the fatigue and the hollow ache beneath it.
 
When he stepped out again, the sound of Amit laughing softly with Priya reached him from the living room. Their voices, ordinary, warm, alive, filled the air once more.
 
And for the first time since that terrible morning, Ravi felt something shift inside him, not relief, not yet healing, but a small reminder that life, no matter how fragile, always moves forward.
 
He took a deep breath, let the sound of their laughter linger in the background, and walked toward the living room, quietly grateful for the noise that finally broke his long, unbearable silence.
 

 
 

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[readersp]

Your choice of words to convey feelings be they of sadness, loss or happiness is simply superb Shailu ji!!! As one who has been following this story from the beginning I can say that we have become a part of the story..we fully empathise with Ravi and his tears are ours.. his loss is ours.. Now that Priya didi has returned back look forward to her healing touch and making Ravi normal again!!! You are doing a wonderful wonderful job Shailu ji!!! Keep rocking!!!

[shailu4ever]

Your choice of words to convey feelings be they of sadness, loss or happiness is simply superb Shailu ji!!!  As one who has been following this story from the beginning I can say that we have become a part of the story..we fully empathise with Ravi and his tears are ours.. his loss is ours.. Now that Priya didi has returned back look forward to her healing touch and making Ravi normal again!!! You are doing a wonderful wonderful job Shailu ji!!! Keep rocking!!!

Hi readersp Ji

Thank you so much for your beautiful and heartfelt words!  It truly means a lot to know that you’ve been part of this journey from the very beginning and that Ravi’s emotions have touched you so deeply. 

As a writer, there’s no greater joy than knowing the readers can feel what the characters are going through. Your encouragement keeps me inspired to keep giving my best to this story.

Let’s hope Priya Didi’s return brings the healing and light Ravi, and all of us, need.

Your support means the world to me. 

Thank you once again for your kindness and for walking this emotional path with me!


With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Hi Shailu

I have been following your story. I have been upto the Rasmalai scene. The way you wrote is second to none. The syrup on Neetu's body and the way Ravi cleaned it up is a great example of your taste for erotica.

Great job. Please continue writing

Hi Rajesh

Thank you very much for your compliments.

I am glad to hear that you enjoyed the Rasmalai seen. That was my favourite scene too. It was part from my personal experience. My hubby did that to me. Not with Rasmalai but with cake. I changed according to our story.  Trust me it was very romantic, that's why I thought it is a good fit here.

Thank you very much for your support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[prasannas2001]

Her lips parted just slightly as she leaned in


Eyes locking onto his with a teasing defiance. “Try me, Bhayya…”

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“Careful, Sirisha,” he murmured, his voice low and growling with a heat that made her pulse race.

“You might end up uncovering more than you’re ready for.”

Sirisha’s eyes narrowed in playful defiance,
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“That sounds like a challenge. And you know I never back down from a challenge.”

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“Then I’ll be waiting to see how far you’ll go.”
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“Oh, Bhayya… you have no idea how stubborn I can be,” she murmured,

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That's a very clever way to provoke. Ravi challenged Sirisha.

Very intelligent Shailu

[prasannas2001]

But he needed more than a fleeting impulse.


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“Do you want me to tell you what I did to Bhabhi…”

“…or what I wanted to do to her?"

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Wow, what a great option. Hahaha

[prasannas2001]

He leaned in slowly, his lips just barely grazing hers as he whispered, “I kissed her like this…”


The words were barely a whisper, lost in the space between them,

before his lips met her soft tender lips soft, tentative at first, as if savoring the moment.

The brush of his lips was a whisper, a touch, but underneath it, there was an undeniable heat

A slow, simmering fire that spread between them, curling and growing with each passing second.

His lips brushed against hers once, then twice, each touch softer than the last,

A silent promise that grew in intensity.

He could feel her breath hitch as their lips met again, this time with more weight, more purpose.

His hands gently cradled her face, his fingertips lightly grazing her skin, feeling the warmth of her.

Her lips, soft and tender, seemed to beckon him, drawing him in with an almost magnetic pull.

He couldn't help but lose himself in the feel of them, in the delicate pressure that made his heart race.

With a quiet groan, he let his tongue dart out to taste the velvet softness of her lower lip.

The moment he touched her, everything else in the world seemed to fade away.

Her skin was intoxicating, her lips like the sweetest temptation.

He took his time, each movement slow and deliberate,

Savoring the sensation as though it were the last kiss he'd ever experience.

His tongue traced the delicate curve of her lips, the soft, velvety texture driving him to the edge of control.

He lingered there, allowing the tension to build,

His tongue exploring her lips gently, tasting her like he had all the time in the world.

Every brush of his lips against hers felt like a slow burn,

A smoldering heat deep inside him that spread, inch by inch, through every part of him.

And then, with a steady, almost patient movement,

He slipped his tongue between her lips, just enough to test the boundary between them.

His heart pounded, his breath shallow, as he felt her hesitation,

That brief moment where she held back, unsure but undeniably eager for more.

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Sorry, I should not quote the entire scene. But man! What a seduction. You are the queen of seduction Shailu.  Keep your best work going

[shailu4ever]

That's a very clever way to provoke. Ravi challenged Sirisha.

Very intelligent Shailu

Hahaha, thank you Prasanna. Yes I enjoyed that too while writing. I am glad you noticed that.

Your continued support is very helpful for me to keep writing.

Thank you very much

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Breaking the News

 
Ravi sat silently on the couch, the weight of the last couple of days still heavy on his chest. Amit and Priya had just returned from their trip.
 
The apartment had felt oddly quiet without them. As they settled back into the rhythm of the day, Ravi knew he couldn’t delay telling them any longer. He had to share the news, but he dreaded the words.
 
Amit and Priya sat down across from him, exchanging words about the trip. Ravi watched them, his gaze distant, his thoughts circling back to the tragedy. He needed to speak now. He had rehearsed the words over and over in his mind, but now they felt hollow, unprepared.
 
“Everything alright, Ravi?” Amit asked, breaking the silence, his voice still touched with the remnants of the grief they’d shared over the past few days. He’d just returned from his father’s funeral and rituals. Ravi could see how heavy the weight of that loss still lingered on his friend.
 
Ravi hesitated, his gaze flickering to Priya, who was absentmindedly twirling her bracelet, her face unreadable. The light from the window caught the soft curve of her neck, the delicate arch of her fingers as she turned the bracelet slowly, almost like a reflex. He cleared his throat.
 
“Yeah… I need to talk to you both. About Vamsi, Neetu, and Sirisha.”
 
Amit frowned, the lines on his face tightening. Priya's eyes lifted to meet his, still silent. There was a gentleness in her gaze, something that felt as fragile as porcelain, yet unwavering, as if she had already anticipated the weight of what was coming.
 
Ravi could feel the weight of her gaze, but there was nothing comforting in it. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, some kind of reaction, a word, anything, but there was only quiet.
 
“I… I don’t know how to say this,” Ravi said, voice trembling. He took a slow, steadying breath. “But, they… they’re gone.”
 
The words felt foreign in his mouth. Even as he said them, he couldn’t fully grasp what they meant. Gone. He glanced between Amit and Priya, trying to gauge their reactions.
 
Amit’s face shifted, confusion clouding his features. He stood up, his body stiffening as if bracing himself for something, but still unaware of what was coming. “What do you mean ‘gone’? What happened, Ravi?” Amit’s voice was steady but edged with concern.

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