Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

From the kitchen


Priya Didi stood silently

Her hand frozen over the cloth she was holding.


She wasn’t angry, there was no reason to be.

But there it was.

That odd, tight knot in her chest.

Something about the way Sirisha leaned toward Ravi.

Something about the way Ravi spoke, the casual way he smiled at her.

He never smiled at me like that.

Priya turned back to her work, but her ears remained tuned.

Meanwhile, Sirisha tilted her head, mock-pouting.

“You don’t think I understand these things, huh? I’m not dumb, Bhayya.

Just because I wear eyeliner doesn’t mean my brain’s missing.”


Ravi chuckled. “Did I say that?”

She rolled her eyes and tapped his shoulder lightly. “You thought it.”

That simple tap lingered in the air. Ravi looked down at her hand.

She withdrew it a second later, 

Grinning, oblivious to the flicker in his eyes.

Just then, Priya appeared, her face composed, 

Holding a small steel tray with two glasses of buttermilk.

“Here,” she said, placing it gently on the coffee table.

“Wow, thank you, Didi!” Sirisha chirped.


“Not too spicy, right?” Priya asked with a soft smile.


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