Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Dinner with Amit and Priya


Amit chatted between bites, about a tough client, a last-minute reschedule

And something random about stock markets Ravi barely followed.

But all Ravi noticed was how Priya moved around the table, effortlessly serving, refilling, cleaning as she went, like it was second nature.

She didn’t talk much now.

But Ravi could feel her presence in every pause.

At one point, she asked again, softly, “Did you eat lunch today?”

Ravi smiled at his plate. “Barely.”

She gave a small nod, as if that confirmed something she’d already guessed.

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After dinner, Amit took a call in the balcony.

Priya started clearing the table.

Ravi stood up and helped her carry the plates.

“You’ll get used to things,” she said, rinsing a spoon.

“In this house?”

“In this city,” she replied.

Then added with a side glance, “But maybe here too.”

He didn’t reply.

Just let the warm water run over his hands.

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That night, Ravi lay on his back, eyes open to the ceiling fan above him.

He tried to think about the office.

The new passwords.

The travel time.


But instead…

He remembered her voice.

The way she leaned on the kitchen counter.

The way she said “Technically? No.”

And that silence—the one she didn’t break.


The silence that said more than anything else.




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