Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Just then, a ping sounded from Ravi’s phone on the dining table.



Sirisha:
“Ravi bhayya ?? busy?”


He smiled. Her timing was uncanny.

Ravi:
“Not really. Just catching up on a bit of work. What’s up?”


Sirisha:
“Nothing… just wanted to say yesterday was soooo much fun ?”


Ravi:
“Yeah? Glad you enjoyed. Your whole family made me feel so welcome.”


Sirisha:
“We meant it. Neetu bhabhi said the same after you left. And also...
you looked nice in that black shirt ??”


Ravi blinked, then laughed softly.

Ravi:
“You’re teasing me now ?”


Sirisha:
“Little bit ?”


His eyes drifted back toward the living room. 

Priya was now seated on the floor, folding laundry, her posture graceful, 

Her back straight, the curve of her waist rising like a soft whisper against the light.


Sirisha:
“Anyway… I might need help with the UI part of the project later. Maybe tomorrow if you’re free?”


Ravi:
“Sure. Tomorrow works. You’re working hard, huh?”


Sirisha:
“I’m trying ? You’re inspiring me, bhayya.”


That line lingered.

In a world where beauty wore many forms,

Some flirted in text, some folded towels in the hallway, quietly brilliant, Ravi sat, pulled between two women. 

One who was impossibly close and completely forbidden. 

Another who was innocent, playful, and slowly slipping into his emotional space.

And yet, at that very moment, his eyes still searched for the folds of Priya’s kurta as they slipped down her side.

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