Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Over the next half hour, the three of them sat around the dining table,

Sharing cold coffee and laughter.

Amit pulled out old stories, some exaggerated, some not

Ravi joined in with the kind of ease only reserved for people you’ve known through different seasons of life.

But every now and then, between the teasing and the sipping, Ravi’s eyes drifted toward her.

She had a way of listening intently.

She laughed freely, without holding back.

She touched Amit’s arm when she disagreed with him

And turned her gaze fully toward Ravi when she asked about his work, his move, his new life.

She wasn’t just beautiful.

She was present.

In every sense.
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Later that night, after the lights were dimmed and the guest mattress laid out

Ravi lay awake in the quiet of Flat 205.

He could hear the occasional water drop from a distant tap, the city humming far below.

He wasn’t sure what had left a stronger mark, Amit’s warmth, or Priya’s presence.


But he knew one thing:

This new chapter in Mumbai had already begun with a sentence he hadn't written.

And maybe, just maybe, someone else had picked up the pen before him.




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