Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

At the dining table, everything was neat.


A small plate.

A bowl of chutney.

A steaming cup of coffee that looked darker than usual.

“I made yours strong,” she said as she poured hers.

Ravi looked up, amused. “Already profiling me?”

“You don’t look like a sugar-and-milk kind of guy.”

“You’re right.”

She sipped her coffee. “I usually have mine alone. Amit leaves early most days.”

Ravi nodded. “Thanks for not making me feel like an intrusion.”

“You’re not,” she said, looking at him for a moment longer than necessary. 

Then she stood. “Let me know if you want more.”

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8:30 AM

Ravi was out the door.

Bag packed.

Shoes polished.

Head still not fully in Mumbai mode.

The city outside was alive.

Buses screeched.

Children darted through footpaths.

The train was packed.

But Ravi didn’t mind the noise.


Because his mind was still inside Flat 205.



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