Adultery Priya Didi

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Grinning. "First you make great coffee, now amazing lemon rice… You’re setting the bar way too high."


She laughed, not politely, but fully this time.

Her head tilted slightly,

And for a second, her face lit up in a way he hadn’t seen before.

It was such a simple expression, and yet he felt it.

In his chest. Like something warm pulling him forward.

"Well, you’re the guest," she said. "Can’t serve boring food on your second day here."

"Second day and you’ve already spoiled me. This is dangerous," he said, taking the first bite.

His eyes widened. "Oh my god. This is exactly how lemon rice is supposed to taste."

"Right?" she said with mock pride. "I don’t make it often, but when I do…"

"You go full temple prasadam level."

She laughed again, shaking her head. "You’re just hungry."

"I am. But also, I’m impressed."

She watched him eat with that soft, half-smile again.

And he watched her between bites.

The way she picked her food, how her bangles slid lightly down her wrist when she moved her hand,

The slight dimple that appeared when she chewed on the inside of her cheek, like she was thinking, but keeping it to herself.

"So," she asked, wiping her fingers delicately with a tissue, "what kind of work do you actually do? You never explained properly last night."

"Ah," he leaned back, playful, "I could tell you, Priya Didi, but then I’d have to bore you with campaign data and client tantrums."

"Try me," she said, leaning in slightly, her expression curious now.




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