Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The First Glance


The cab turned past the manicured hedges and paused at the guard boom of Silver Heights

A quiet but upscale residential enclave tucked into a green pocket of Mumbai’s suburbs.

Elegant without being flashy.

The kind of place where families wore Apple Watches but still remembered birthdays.

Ravi stepped out, adjusting the strap of his duffel.

The July air was thick with sea moisture.

He looked up at the warm-toned building with long balconies, flower boxes, and evening lights beginning to flicker on.



Flat 205.

Before he could press the bell, the door opened.

Amit stood there, same disarming smile, same breezy energy.

A bit of grey at the temples now, but still sharp-eyed and quick to laugh.

“Look at you,” Amit said,

Pulling him into a half-hug. “All grown up and still pretending to be polite.”

Ravi grinned. “Someone has to keep the image clean for the neighbors.”

“Come in, come in. You’re late. My wife’s convinced you were going to skip.”


Ravi stepped in.

The flat had a calming presence, open, lived-in, tastefully messy.

Framed prints on the walls, a faint scent of sandalwood and fabric softener, and one window open to the evening breeze.

“I thought you’d be working late,” Ravi said, setting his bag near the shoe rack.

“I was. But Priya insisted,  ‘he’s your brother’s friend, not a courier, be home when he arrives’,  so, I ran home early. You’ll see what I mean.”

Ravi didn’t get a chance to respond.

Because just then, she walked in from the hallway, wiping her hands on a soft towel, adjusting her hair with her wrist.

“Did he bring the famous Hyderabadi biscuits or just his charming personality?” she asked, teasing.



Ravi turned - and froze.




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