Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The Auto Ride


It was late morning when the auto pulled up in front of the gate

Its faded yellow paint dulled by years of sun

Its plastic sheet roof fluttering slightly with every breeze.

The city buzzed in the background, already wide awake.

Traffic hummed, horns called, the world moved without apology.

But inside that auto, in that brief, narrow bench seat, something paused.

Ravi stepped aside first, letting Priya climb in.

She gathered the loose end of her dupatta

Lifted the edge of her kurti slightly to step up gracefully

And she slid into the corner.

Her back straight, her hands folded in her lap.

The sunlight caught the curve of her neck as she adjusted the hair falling down one side of her shoulder.

Ravi followed, stepping in beside her.

The seat was narrow. Worn thin from use.

There was no way to avoid contact.


Their knees brushed.

Her elbow grazed his arm.



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