Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Sunday Afternoon – Flat 401



The fan above spun lazily, stirring the gentle aroma of cardamom and sandalwood.

The sunlight slipped in through the half-closed balcony door,

Painting golden patches across the tiled floor and the light yellow walls.

Ravi sat on the long L-shaped couch, his legs stretched out, a cushion tucked under his arm.

Sirisha had claimed the recliner nearby,

Curled up with her tea in hand, one knee pulled up as she sat sideways.

Neetu sat closest to him, angled slightly, her face glowing in the natural light.

It felt like a lazy afternoon in a place that didn’t need pretense.

“You know what I think?” Neetu said, stirring the silence.

“I think you should’ve come to 401 long ago. This one...”

She nudged Sirisha with her elbow

“...has been talking about her 'coding Bhayya' as if he’s some mystery hero.”

Sirisha rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it.

“Neetu Bhabi! Why are you exposing me like this?”

“Because he should know how highly you think of him,” Neetu said with a smirk, sipping her tea.

Ravi chuckled. “Okay, okay. I’ll start charging consultation fees soon.”

“You already owe us,” Sirisha said, setting her cup down. “One more visit, and maybe… a movie night next week.”

“Woah, slow down,” Ravi said playfully. “Let’s not go from code to cinema in one jump.”



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