Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Saturday Night – The Dinner That Became a Memory



The dining table was glowing with silver, rimmed plates and bowls,

The aroma of ghee, masala, and steaming rice binding the room together like a soft garland of comfort.

“Vamsi, you outdid yourself,” Amit said,

Lifting the lid off the chicken curry. “You sure Neetu cooked this and not you?”

“I added salt,” Vamsi declared, proudly. “Also gave moral support. Real men do both.”

Laughter broke out again.

Ravi had never been in a home so full of ease

Where affection passed not through grand words but through side glances, mock complaints, and unsolicited second helpings.

Sirisha sat next to Neetu on one side of the long table, opposite Ravi and Priya.

Priya, ever graceful, served food to Amit first, then to Ravi,

Her fingers brushing the edge of his plate just a little longer than necessary.

No one noticed. Except Ravi. And perhaps… Priya herself.

Sirisha grinned and nudged Ravi lightly under the table with her knee. “You eat meat, right, Bhayya?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good,” she said. “Or I was going to question your whole personality.”


Neetu chuckled.

“She’s been talking about this dinner since morning. Not for food, mind you — but because someone was coming.”


Sirisha turned pink and muttered, “Bhabi..!”


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