Adultery Priya Didi

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Sunday Afternoon – Welcome to 401



The door to flat 401 opened with a little bounce, and there she was, 

Sirisha, glowing in the soft amber of the corridor light,

Her hair loose and flowing over her shoulders.

She wore a casual yet striking outfit, a pastel pink crop top paired with high, waisted blue jeans,

Her bellybutton just barely visible when she moved.

Her bright eyes sparkled as soon as she saw Ravi.

“Bhayyaaa!” she grinned, dragging the word out with playful exaggeration.

“You really came, ha! I thought you’d ditch me for Priya Didi’s cooking again.”

Ravi smiled, instantly warmed by her energy.

“I barely escaped, to be honest,” he chuckled,

Stepping inside. “Didi made paneer and threatened to cook again if I left too soon.”

Sirisha laughed and moved aside to let him in.

“Don’t worry, I made something too. Neetu Bhabi helped. So… your stomach won’t regret the visit.”

As he stepped in, the home felt welcoming, not too polished, but full of life.

The curtains swayed slightly in the breeze from the half-open window.

Soft Telugu music played from a speaker in the corner.

The aroma of something sweet lingered faintly in the air.

From the kitchen, Neetu appeared, and the moment Ravi saw her, his photographic memory clicked again.

Dressed in a mustard-yellow kurti with a long side slit and leggings,

Her dupatta casually slung around her neck,

She still carried that dinner night elegance, but now with a homely warmth.



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