Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

“No no, it’s perfect,” she said.


“You’re amazing, Didi. I wish my Bhabhi made buttermilk like this!”

Priya gave a small smile, eyes drifting briefly to Ravi.

He was already looking at her, silently.

And in that look, she saw something.

She saw his loyalty, his quiet reverence, like he still belonged to her.

That was enough.


A tiny flame of confidence flickered to life inside her.

The space Sirisha took up was temporary.

What she had with Ravi… went deeper.

Sirisha didn’t notice.

She happily sipped her drink and plopped her feet under her on the couch, cozy and chirpy.


But Ravi noticed.

He noticed the way Priya’s smile barely curved,

How she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and turned without another word.

He saw the sway of her long braid down her back as she walked away in her simple home kurti and track pants.

No makeup, no kajal, no attention-seeking clothes.

And yet, in that moment, she was the only woman who mattered to him.

As Sirisha went on about her project idea, Ravi found his thoughts drifting again.


Priya Didi had watched.

Priya Didi had felt something.

That meant everything.


He didn’t need more confirmation.

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