Adultery Priya Didi

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Thursday Morning: Work from Home day: Proximity


Ravi woke to the low hum of the ceiling fan and faint clinks of steel from the kitchen.

It was nearly 8:15 AM.

The sun had begun to stretch across the sheer curtains of his bedroom window, painting soft, shifting shapes onto the wall.

The first real workday from home in this new city.

He didn’t have to rush anywhere.

No commute. No chaos. Just quiet.

Outside his door, the flat felt still, but not empty.

He stepped out, barefoot, stretching his arms as he moved toward the kitchen.

And there she was.

Priya Didi.


Wearing a pale grey t-shirt and dark blue leggings, she stood by the gas stove, stirring something in a small saucepan.

Her hair was tied up in a high bun today, with just a wisp falling near her temple.

The morning light touched her cheek, her neck, the gentle slope of her collarbone.

She looked up, mid-stir.

“Oh, you’re up,” she said, warm as ever.

“Yeah,” Ravi replied

She smiled. “I was just making coffee.”

She reached for another tumbler without asking.


That small gesture, the quiet inclusion, felt more personal than words.





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