Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

She had worn the saree low


Tied just below her navel. 

Her toned midriff rose and fell gently with her breath

And that little curve between her waist and her hip, it wasn’t just visible. It was poetry.

Ravi stood at the hallway’s edge, frozen.

For a heartbeat.

Then two.

Then he blinked, because he had to, because if he didn’t,

He’d lose himself forever in the way her skin met the edge of the saree, 

In the golden line of her back exposed above the tied blouse.

“How can someone look like this? How can any woman carry beauty like this—so unknowingly… or worse, knowingly?”

She caught him in the mirror.

Her eyes flicked up for a second

Saw him watching, 

And for the briefest pause, didn’t look away.

Then her lips curved. 

A soft, knowing half-smile. 

Not flirtation, not even acknowledgment. 

Just… a moment shared between them that didn't need naming.

“She knows,” Ravi thought, 

“She must know. How could she not? Does she dress like this for herself? Or for him? Or…”


He shut the thought.


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