Adultery The Untold Story of Abhiram's Erotic Journey - Part 1

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Saturday, 4:42 p.m.

Abhi had just dropped his grocery bags by the kitchen counter when his phone buzzed. He already had a feeling who it might be.

Madhavi (4:42 p.m.):
Hope your royal highness managed to lift those bags without a shoulder injury. ?

He smiled.

Abhi (4:43 p.m.):
Barely. Might need physio. Or someone to feed me warm dal.

Madhavi (4:43 p.m.):
Oh, please. You looked like you were showing off. Even offered to carry *mine*, remember?

Abhi (4:44 p.m.):
What can I say? Chivalry lives. Especially near flat 202.

A pause.

Madhavi (4:45 p.m.):
Hmm. If chivalry comes with an appetite, maybe you should come over tonight.
Sandeep’s around. We’re doing a quiet dinner.
You’re invited.

Abhi (4:46 p.m.):
Is this the part where I act surprised and honored? Or just admit I was hoping you’d say that?

Madhavi (4:46 p.m.):
Don’t get too smug. It’s mostly because Sandeep made extra curry.
But maybe I saved your favorite rice too.

Abhi (4:47 p.m.):
See, now I’m blushing.
What time’s the interrogation—I mean dinner?

Madhavi (4:48 p.m.):
8. But if you’re bored earlier, you can wander in and *pretend* to help.
I promise not to drop the shawl this time.

Abhi laughed quietly, rereading the line.

Abhi (4:49 p.m.):
Ah, the shawl. That was an accident, was it?
Highly suspicious.

Madhavi (4:50 p.m.):
Accidents happen when one’s distracted. Could happen again.
Bring dessert. Or a good story. Or both.

Abhi (4:51 p.m.):
Done. I’ll bring the world’s best mango kulfi.
And one slightly flushed face

Madhavi (4:52 p.m.):
Good. Leave the blushing at the door. Keep the smile.

He put the phone down gently, leaning back into the soft cushion of the sofa. It was nothing dramatic. Just messages. Just dinner.

But somehow, it made his apartment feel less quiet. And the evening ahead... a little warmer.