Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Instead, as she turned away toward the door


She let the tiniest smile touch her lips.

One he wouldn't see. One that lived for her alone.

Let him look. Let him remember.

Let him carry this image to his dreams.

Let him know I know, and choose not to stop him.

Amit’s voice floated from the bedroom.

“Just five minutes!”

The sound of the closet doors opening, hangers clinking, and a quick muttered “Where’s that damn belt…” followed.

Priya smiled faintly at the chaos behind the door, then walked toward the sofa.

Her saree moved like light in silk form, whispering around her waist, brushing her hips as if the fabric itself envied her skin.

Ravi stood still near the dining table, unsure whether to follow her or just stay still.

She sat down with grace so fluid it felt rehearsed, but he knew it wasn’t.

She didn’t perform her elegance.

She carried it, the way some women carry memory in their eyes and fire in their silence.

He wasn’t looking directly at her.

But every nerve in his body was.

She wasn't trying to provoke.


That’s what made it worse.

There was no seduction in her posture, just stillness.

Her forearms rested lightly on her lap.

One sandal dangled lazily from her foot.

Her hair, still slightly damp from the evening shower, clung gently to the side of her neck.

And the fabric…

God, the fabric.

The saree clung to her chest like a lover’s breath—tight in some places,

forgiving in others, and where it passed over her bust, the outline was undeniable.

Not obscene. Not overt. But visible. Like a secret the air itself refused to keep.

Ravi swallowed. His throat dry. He turned away.

Looked at the clock. At the balcony. Anywhere but at her.

But still, her image etched itself into his every blink.

And then, her voice.

“You’re very quiet, Ravi.”

His eyes darted to hers. Calm. Steady. A hint of a smile playing on her lips—but her eyes were unreadable.

He found his voice. “Just… waiting for Amit.”

Priya tilted her head slightly.

“He’s been waiting for that black shirt since we moved in. I told him it wouldn’t fit anymore.”

She laughed softly. It wasn’t forced.





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