Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

“And yet you forgot to reply to my good morning message yesterday,” she teased.



Caught off guard, Ravi laughed. “That’s not memory. That’s negligence.”

Sirisha tilted her head, watching him. “Do you always smile like this? With everyone?”

He paused, taken aback. Then answered truthfully, “No. Just when I feel comfortable.”

She bit her lip and looked down, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

They both looked up as Neetu returned, carrying a tray with bowls of hot Kheer.

“Here comes your reward,” she said,

Setting it on the center table. “Don’t finish it all. I made it for my husband, not you freeloaders.”

“Where is Vamsi Bhaiya anyway?” Ravi asked.

“Out with his friends. Cricket, biryani, gossip, all the usual,” Neetu said with a sigh,

Then sat down again. “He’ll be back by dinner. That’s when the TV volume shoots up.”

They all started eating the sweet. It was delicious, warm, perfectly sweet.

“Bhabi,” Ravi said sincerely, “you’ve set the bar too high. If I ever marry, my wife will curse you.”

Neetu smiled, eyes sparkling. “Then you better marry someone who learns fast. Or send her to me for training.”

Sirisha muttered under her breath, “If she even lets him go.”

Neetu smirked at that and Ravi raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”

“Nothing!” Sirisha grinned, licking a bit off her fingertip. “Just… enjoying dessert.”

Ravi watched her for a moment too long.

There was something about the way she was so unfiltered, unguarded.

And yet, from the corner of his eye, he saw Neetu watching both of them, with quiet curiosity.

The conversation moved to movies, favorite food joints, and silly college stories.

The room filled with laughter and echoes of stories that Ravi hadn’t been part of, but now belonged to.

The line between guest and friend slowly blurred.



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