Adultery Priya Didi

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Then added with a shrug, “Neetu Bhabi helped. But I did most of it.”


He smiled. “I’m impressed. And starving again.”

She passed him a spoon and sat beside him, closer than before, their shoulders brushing briefly.

That tiny touch sent an unnoticed ripple between them.

He took a bite, and paused.

Sirisha leaned toward him, eyes wide. “Well?”

He held her gaze for a second longer than usual.

“You’ve just complicated my entire Sunday.”

“How?”

“Now I’ll have to think of ways to come here every weekend for dessert.”

She laughed, the sound bright and unfiltered. “Flatterer.”

“No, I’m serious. This is unreal. The flavor, the sweetness… the effort.”

She looked pleased. “It took hours. But I wanted to make something special.”

There was something gentle in her tone.

Ravi turned toward her, the bowl momentarily forgotten.

Her eyes were soft now, not playful but sincere.

“For me?” he asked quietly.

She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to.

He watched as she dipped her spoon and took a bite herself.

A tiny drop of the saffron milk clung to the corner of her lip.


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