Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

As she poured the hot filter coffee into the steel cup

Ravi leaned slightly against the kitchen wall, watching her.


“You don’t seem like someone who sleeps this late,” she said, handing him the tumbler.

“I usually don’t,” he replied, smiling, taking it from her.

Their fingers touched, just briefly. Soft and tender.   

They stood there, sipping side by side.

Her shoulder just inches from his.

The flat was still.

No news playing.

No traffic.

Just two cups of coffee and the occasional breeze slipping through the balcony mesh door.

“You’re working from home today?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “My manager told me I could do two or three days from home, depending on workload. Today seemed perfect.”

She turned to face him slightly. “That’s nice. Let me know if you want something for lunch. I was thinking of making lemon rice and aloo fry.”

His stomach answered before he could. “That sounds… way too good for a weekday.”

She laughed softly, her eyes crinkling. “It’s nothing, really.”

But he kept watching her.

That laugh.

That effortless rhythm in the way she moved.

The way she wiped her hands on a towel tucked at her waist.

It was all so casual, so ordinary.

And yet, it wrapped itself around him.

A few seconds passed in a silence that didn’t need filling.

“I’ll be in the room then,” he said eventually.

She nodded. “If you need anything… you know.”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice softer. “I’ll just… be around.”

He walked back toward the guest bedroom, coffee warming his fingers, his mind already distracted, not by work, but by the way she stood, the smell of her jasmine shampoo, the softness of her voice echoing faintly behind him.


The day had only begun.




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