Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Four Days of Silence



The days passed, but nothing changed.

Sunday, Priya stayed mostly in the bedroom.

The door remained half-closed.

When she did step out, it was only for water, or a soft-spoken response to Amit.

Ravi sat in the living room,

Flipping through channels he didn’t care about, listening for footsteps that never paused near him.
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Monday, he left for work at 8:30.

She was in the kitchen, already dressed, her hair still damp from her shower.

She didn’t turn when he said goodbye. Didn’t wish him luck.

Didn’t even acknowledge the sound of the door closing behind him.

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Tuesday

He worked from home. The silences were longer. Closer.

He could hear her bangles faintly from the kitchen, smell the tea she brewed. But not once did she offer him a cup.

They passed each other only once that day, near the corridor.

She shifted to the side so he could pass.

No eye contact.

Not even a glance.

And Ravi, with his laptop open and emails unread, couldn’t remember the last time a Tuesday had felt this long.
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Wednesday, she helped Amit pack for a short client visit. He left that night.

Priya and Ravi were alone again, but the walls felt thicker, the air heavier.

She stayed quiet. Kept to herself.

Even her footsteps had grown softer.

Like she didn’t want him to hear her at all.

By midnight, Ravi lay in bed again.

The same ceiling. The same ache.

Four days.

Not a word.

Not a glance.

Just the quiet punishment of being forgotten.



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