Adultery Priya Didi

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"Okay," he smiled. 

"I work in product design at an advertising company. 
Mostly digital stuff, ads, app interfaces, brand campaigns. 
I try to make things look good and get people to click on them."



She blinked. "So, you design ads?"

"Kind of. 
More like I design the experience around them
how people interact, where they land, what catches their eye. 
It's like psychology meets visuals."


"Hmm," she nodded thoughtfully. "That actually sounds really interesting. 
I always thought advertising was just about shouting louder than the next brand."

Ravi chuckled. "Well, yeah, there’s definitely some shouting. 
But there’s also a lot of thinking behind the scenes,
target audiences, emotional hooks, colors that make people feel things. 
It's weirdly... manipulative in a beautiful way."


"Wow," she said, folding her hands on the table. "You make it sound almost poetic."

"Thank you, Priya Didi," he said with a grin. "I’ll put that on my resume ‘poet of product design.’"

She laughed softly. Then, almost shyly, she added, "You know, I used to be a little obsessed with the advertising world."

"You? Really?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Back in college, I was part of a modeling club. 
We did small fashion shoots and ad skits
those campus-level campaigns for local brands, you know? 
I even auditioned for a print ad once. Didn't get it though."

Ravi sat up straighter, eyebrows raised. "Wait, seriously? You were into modeling?"

"For a little while," she admitted

Almost brushing it off. "Nothing professional. 
It was more about the excitement, the creativity, the lights and cameras. 
But then… life happened."


"Well, now I know why you have that super calm screen presence. 
Even your coffee pouring feels choreographed," he said, smiling.


She rolled her eyes. "Oh please. That was anxiety, not elegance."



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