Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Her black tank top was tucked casually into high-waisted jeans.

A thin chain at her neck caught the light.

Her feet were bare, toenails painted a muted burgundy.

Her hair fell over one shoulder in a loose braid, a few strands escaping.

Her skin glowed softly in the golden light of the drawing room, and her eyes—direct, curious, welcoming—met his with full attention.

“Hi,” she said with a small smile. “I’m Priya.”

“I... yes. Hi,” Ravi replied, clearing his throat. “Ravi.”

He extended his hand. She shook it, firm and friendly.

“I hope Amit’s told you we’re putting you to work from Day One. This isn’t a hotel,” she said, still smiling.

Amit chuckled behind them. “She’s kidding. Maybe.”

Ravi smiled, but his mind was still trying to recalibrate.

He hadn’t expected this, not from the way Amit had spoken about her. “Simple, smart, grounded,” he’d said once.

None of those words had prepared him for this kind of charisma.

As she turned to set glasses on the table,

Ravi noticed how effortlessly she moved

Like she belonged not just in this flat, but in this moment.

Like she was part of a rhythm he hadn’t realized was missing.


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