Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Ravi looked away for a second. Then he looked again.


His voice came low. “You have… here.”

He motioned awkwardly to the left side of his own lip.

Sirisha, confused, licked the wrong side first, then tried again. Still missed.

Ravi, almost without thinking, reached into his pocket for a tissue, held it toward her. “Let me—”

But she caught the tissue from his hand quickly, her cheeks blooming with a deep red.

“Thanks,” she whispered, wiping her lip.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward.

It pulsed. It hung between them like steam from hot tea,warm, rising, a little foggy.

Ravi tried to return his attention to the Rasmalai.

But his eyes kept returning to her face,

The way her hair had curled slightly at the ends,

The small gold hoop in her ear, the mole just above her chin.

And she, trying not to be obvious, glanced at him too, his strong arms,

The gentleness in his voice, the way his fingers had lingered a second longer with that tissue.

“Sirisha…” he said suddenly.

She looked up. “Hmm?”

“I’m glad I came today.”

She smiled again, this time softly. “Me too.”

From the balcony, Neetu’s voice rose again, talking, then laughing with someone on the phone.

It snapped the moment back into its frame.

Sirisha stood up, collecting the empty bowls. “If you want more, there’s another bowl in the fridge.”

He raised both hands. “I’m full. Eyes, heart, and stomach.”

She paused, looking at him, unsure whether to roll her eyes again or just hold that line close.

In that simple living room,


With fading sunlight and the scent of saffron still in the air,

Something unspoken had begun to quietly bloom.

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