Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

"Sounds cool," she said. "Amit told me you were always smart with computers."

Ravi raised an eyebrow. "He told you that?"

She nodded. "He said you were a fast learner. Quiet but sharp. That you used to fix his laptop for fun."

Ravi chuckled. "He makes me sound like some tech monk."

"He also said you were funny."

"Ah. That I’ll accept."

They shared a small pause, comfortable now, warm like late morning sunlight. 

And then, out of nowhere, she said:

"I was a little nervous about you coming to stay."

He looked up, surprised. "Why?"

She shrugged, reaching for the curd. "Just… the house felt like our space. Quiet. Predictable. I didn’t know how it’d feel having someone else here."

"And now?"

She glanced at him, met his eyes fully. Her voice lowered just a bit. "Now it feels... less quiet. In a good way."


He held that gaze for a second too long. 

Not because he meant to, but because it felt like a doorway had opened.

She looked away first.

She had just picked up their plates when Ravi spoke again, leaning slightly against the dining table.

“Didi… you’ve been married recently, right? I mean, it’s just been a few months?”

She turned halfway toward him, the plates in her hand, a trace of surprise in her eyes,

Not at the question, but at how gently it was asked.

“Five months,” she nodded. “December wedding. Just before New Year’s.”

“Ah,” Ravi said. “I think I saw a few pictures on Amit’s Instagram. Beach wedding?”

She smiled. “Yeah. Kerala. Very small, just family. It was more his family than mine, actually.”


“You’re not from Mumbai?”




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