Adultery Priya Didi

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Rasmalai and Red Cheeks – A Sweeter Turn


The clock on the living room wall nudged past 4 PM.

The sun had turned mellow, casting amber lines across the maroon and cream curtains.

Neetu’s laughter still lingered faintly in the air as she stepped out into the balcony to take a call, her phone tucked between her shoulder and ear,

One hand busy setting her dupatta right.

Sirisha and Ravi were left alone in the hush that followed.

Ravi leaned back on the couch, watching the quiet sway of the curtain’s edge.

Sirisha sat cross-legged on the rug by the center table, humming something under her breath as she stood up suddenly.

“Now,” she said, placing her hands dramatically on her hips, “the moment you’ve been waiting for, Bhayya.”

Ravi raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Is this where I get kicked out for eating too much sweet?”

She rolled her eyes with a grin. “No, Bhayaaaa. Rasmalai.”

She disappeared into the kitchen before he could say more.

From his seat, Ravi could hear the clink of spoon on steel bowl,

The soft thud of refrigerator door, the rustle of something being wiped clean.

A minute later, she walked out with a shallow glass bowl,

Rasmalai floating in thickened, saffron-kissed milk, crowned with silver foil and crushed pistachios.

She placed the bowl on the table like she was presenting a crown jewel.

“Tadaa.”

Ravi blinked. “You actually made this?”

“Why? You thought I was bluffing?” she challenged,



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