Adultery Priya Didi

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“I like that,” she whispered. “I hope… I’m that kind of noise.”


There was a tiny shiver in her voice, not of nervousness,


But of exposure, as though she hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

But she didn’t take it back.

Ravi smiled softly. “You might be.”

Sirisha blushed and looked away.

She pulled her knees tighter, resting her chin on them for a moment.

“You make it easy to talk, Ravi Bhayya,” she said. “It’s weird. You’re not like the people I know.”

He didn’t respond immediately.

He just watched her, watched how her fingers toyed with the hem of her sleeve,

How her eyes darted toward him and away again.

“You hungry?” he asked suddenly.

“A little.”

“Let’s go get something from the kitchen.”

They walked out together, her steps light beside his.

Priya wasn’t around, they could hear her on a call, maybe with Amit.

The air between them shifted again, this time with a playful tinge.

Inside the kitchen, Sirisha spotted the murukku bowl and grinned.

“I’ll take these,” she said,


Grabbing one and crunching into it with the joy only college students seemed to manage.



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