Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

He thought about lunch again


The way she sat across from him

Hands folding gently over the spoon

Her voice steady, warm, teasing at times

But never too bold.

And that moment, when he’d asked if she missed home

And she’d paused, not with grief, but with a kind of earned quiet.

She had no home to go back to.

She hadn’t said it aloud.

But he had heard it. Felt it.

No parents to call.

And still, she smiled.

That unsettled him more than anything.

She wasn’t sad.

She wasn’t broken.

But there was a silence inside her

The kind that doesn’t beg for pity, just… lives with you.

Like a second heartbeat.


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