Adultery Priya Didi

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Saying Goodbye after dinner – The Slow Descent


The meal had been long and satisfying, each dish carefully prepared, and the warmth of good food now settled comfortably in everyone’s bellies.

The hum of contentment lingered in the air.

Priya, with her hands resting lightly on her waist, stood and stretched,

Her body unfurling gracefully as she did, the gentle curve of her form made even more apparent by the soft,

Satiated fullness she carried after the rich dinner.

Neetu, likewise, had a relaxed air about her, the silk of her gagra flowing smoothly around her hips,

Her posture no longer taut from the tension of the evening but soft with contentment.

Her lips were still stained with the sweetness of dessert, and she lingered just a moment longer than needed at the table,

Clearly enjoying the calm before the night would end.

Neetu's eyes met Ravi’s as she stood, a soft smile curving her lips as she gracefully wiped her mouth with a napkin, unhurried and serene.

It was as if the fullness of the meal only deepened the satisfaction in her presence, she wasn’t rushing anything, not even this final moment.

Ravi couldn’t help but notice how the curves of her body seemed softer now, the way she moved, slower, more fluid, as though she were allowing herself to bask in the comfort of the evening.

“Okay, now everyone has to stop eating,” Neetu announced with a half-laugh, placing the lid over the last remaining sweet. “We’ll all fall asleep here.”

Sirisha giggled. “I already feel like I need to be carried to bed.”

Neetu let out a mock sigh and pressed a palm to her softly rounded stomach.

“God, I can barely breathe in this gagra. That last sweet was betrayal.”


Priya smiled from her corner of the sofa, gently rubbing her fingers near her collarbone, her voice low.

 “Everything was too good. I didn’t want to stop… even when I should have.”


Ravi, catching that, looked up.

There was something in the way she said it, soft, indulgent, almost intimate. 

She didn’t look at him, but her words had landed exactly where they were meant to.

Everyone chuckled as they got up, stretched, and began the little dance of gathering phones and keys. 

Sirisha came to the door first, opening it and looking back like she didn’t want them to leave.

“I’ll walk them to the lift,” she said quickly, brushing past her brother who had already gone to fetch some water.

At the threshold, Ravi turned back for a moment. 

Vamsi gave him a warm thumbs-up, and Neetu smiled with that familiar sisterly grace that had already made him feel part of something.

Her braid had come slightly undone, a few strands grazing her cheek.

She looked flushed, content, and glowing, her beauty not dimmed by the heaviness of the meal, but made more languid and real.

The three stepped into the corridor, Ravi, Priya, and Amit.

A soft silence accompanied them as they waited at the elevator.




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