Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Sunday Afternoon – Post lunch


The sunlight had grown softer now, slanting through the living room’s tall windows,

Casting golden streaks across the marble floor.

A warm stillness settled in the apartment after the simple lunch,

The house exhaled its slow afternoon breath.

Ravi had offered to help clear the table,

But Priya Didi had smiled, almost teasing, and said,

“You go rest, I’ll just finish this and freshen up.”

He nodded and slipped into his room, but his mind stayed outside.

By the time he emerged again with his laptop, a notebook, and a glass of water in hand,

She was already out refreshed and changed her dress.

The scent of soft talcum powder had reached the hallway even before he turned the corner.

She wasn’t in a saree now.

She had changed into something simpler, more relaxed.

A sky-blue cotton kurta, buttoned neatly at the collar, clung gently to her frame.

Her leggings were a soft ivory, and the way the fabric followed the curves of her waist and hips without effort was... disarming.

Her hair was still damp, pulled behind in a loose knot, little strands curling along her nape and temples.

No makeup.

No jewelry.

And yet, Ravi had never seen her look more divine.

He paused quietly behind the dining partition, just watching her adjust the cushions on the sofa.

The way her kurta rose slightly as she bent down, revealing the subtle line of her back.

The way her hips moved when she turned around to pick up the remote.

Ravi could feel the thoughts rising inside him, like a tide returning to a moon it could never reach.

"Women," he thought, "are most beautiful when they aren’t trying to be. Especially women like her."

There was a quiet elegance in Priya Didi’s movements.

As if she had no idea she was being watched, and yet,

something about her carried the quiet confidence of someone who knew.


- o -

.