Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

But his eyes didn’t move.



She turned to adjust the pallu over her shoulder,

and as she moved, the curve of her back came into full view, bare, sculpted, glowing.

The single string of her blouse dangled loosely across her shoulder blades, resting like a careless secret.

The saree fabric brushed against the floor, soft and whispery,

and when she moved, it sang a private song meant only for the one watching closely.

“This… this is what gods must have tried to sculpt and failed.

This is what poets spend lifetimes trying to describe.”

She was tall. Slim. But never fragile.

Her body had the confidence of someone who had lived enough to carry grace,

and yet untouched enough to make you believe she could still be ruined by love.

Ravi’s throat went dry.

He wanted to say something. Anything.

But all he managed was, “Didi…”

She looked up again, this time turning slightly toward him.

Her earrings caught the light, glittering with the same mystery as her eyes.

“Hmm?”

Just a sound. No question in it. Just permission.


Ravi couldn’t answer that sound.

So he looked away.

“Nothing,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and stepping to the kitchen for a glass of water he didn’t need.

Behind him, the sound of her bangles adjusting,

Her soft footsteps moving, her saree brushing against skin

It all followed like music he’d never forget.

“She’s the one,” he thought.

“She’s the one this world isn’t worthy of. And yet, here she is. In this house. In this moment. In this silence.”


He didn't know what would happen next.

But he knew this:

He would never be the same again.

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