Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Saturday Night


The dining table was neatly set by the time the food arrived.

Amit had ordered biryani, kebabs, and some sweets from a place he loved near Bandra.

The bags came warm and fragrant, the aroma briefly breaking through the quiet air of the home.

But even that warmth didn’t last.

Priya took the packets into the kitchen and began plating everything,

Moving with calm precision, rice into bowls, kebabs arranged just right, curd in small glass cups.

Her fingers were graceful. Her movements effortless. And yet… Ravi noticed.

She didn’t look at him. Not once.

“Smells good,” Amit said, rubbing his hands as he joined her,

Helping her carry the plates. “Ravi, you’re going to love this chicken. It's soft like butter, man.”

Ravi smiled politely. “Looking forward to it.”

He sat, watching as Priya set the last plate in front of him.

Not even a glance. No word. She didn’t ask if he wanted extra raita like she used to.

She took her seat beside Amit.

Dinner began.

Amit carried the conversation, as usual.

Something about an awkward meeting with a junior architect, a joke about a guy who left his pen drive in the washroom. He laughed. Ravi chuckled along.

But his eyes kept flicking toward Priya.

She ate slowly, neatly, her eyes always on her plate or Amit.




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