Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Tuesday – Lunch with Priya Didi


The clock had just crossed 1:15 PM when Ravi stepped out of his room, stretching lightly.

The aroma from the kitchen wrapped around him like a warm embrace—soft spices, gentle steam,

and the unmistakable comfort of home cooked food.

Priya was already setting the table.

She had changed into a light lavender cotton kurti and a soft white pajama, her hair loosely tied,

A few tendrils curling against her cheek. Calm. Effortless.

Radiant in the most unintentional way.

“Ready?” she asked, not looking directly at him.

He nodded. “Smells too good to delay.”

They sat across from each other.

The meal was simple, vegetable pulao, raita, and a bowl of dal. Comfort food.

Conversation started light: a comment about the heat outside, a brief exchange about Amit’s client call earlier in the morning.

But Ravi’s mind wasn’t on the food.

He noticed it.

A softness.

It wasn’t that Priya was overly warm or open, but… she wasn’t closed off anymore.

She wasn’t distant the way she had been for the past several days.

There was no sharp edge in her voice.

No silence weighed down by avoidance.

Her glances were slower.

When she listened, her eyes stayed on him longer than necessary, just for a second.

But it was enough for him to notice.

At one point, he mentioned Sirisha’s Rasmalai and laughed at her morning antics.

As he spoke, he caught Priya watching him.

Not judging. Not disapproving.

Just watching, with a quiet, unreadable expression.

That was enough.

He felt a flicker of something strong and deep, optimism.

The walls she had built were still there, yes.

But a window had opened. A crack in the stone. And through it, light.

She refilled his bowl of dal without asking.

He smiled at her.

She didn’t smile back. But her eyes softened.

And that was enough.

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