Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

“Of course,” Priya said quietly.


Ravi gave a small nod.

“Perfect. 7:30 tomorrow. Flat 401.”

As they finished dinner, Ravi helped clear the plates,

Careful not to linger near Priya.

She handed him a bowl at one point.

Their fingers nearly touched

But she withdrew too fast, as if the ceramic stung.

Later, back in his room,

Ravi sat alone, scrolling through messages he didn’t care about.

He could hear them through the wall.

Amit’s voice rising and falling,

Priya’s replies faint but clear.

That same harmony.

That life they shared.

But something inside him knew it was no longer untouched.

The silence between him and Priya was not just awkward

It was fragile.

A tension disguised as peace.

He looked up at the ceiling and whispered,

“This is not going away.”




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