Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

She walked over.


Set the cup in front of him.

Sat in the opposite chair.

Still not looking at him.


And that silence, that exact silence, was somehow worse than if she’d yelled.

Ravi opened his mouth. Closed it again.

What could he even say?

“Thanks,” he murmured at last, almost childishly.

She nodded.

Still no eye contact.

Steam curled between them.

It felt like the only thing moving.

He wanted to speak again.

Ask her how the rest of the day was.

Say sorry. Or maybe you’re angry, aren’t you?

But even he didn’t know which truth to pick.

So they sat. Two people.

One moment between them.

And a chasm that didn’t exist yesterday.

He sipped the tea. It was perfect. Still sweet. Still warm.

And yet, something was broken.

Or maybe… just cracked.


And Ravi, for the first time in days, didn’t know if calling her “Priya Didi” would make anything better.

Or worse.




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