Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Her breath caught in her throat.


She rinsed her hands under the tap and stood still, water dripping down her fingers.

“Why should it matter?” she asked herself,

Whispering so low even the steel vessels couldn’t hear. “He’s not mine.”

But wasn’t that the exact problem?

She wiped her hands with a towel and walked toward the kitchen doorway.

She stood, partly shielded by the edge of the wall, peeking into the living room.

Sirisha had her feet folded under her, her hand resting so casually behind Ravi’s shoulder on the couch.

And Ravi, he was listening patiently, with that same polite smile, but Priya could see it.

The slight shift in his body.

His thoughts were elsewhere.

She took a small step back.

Her heart thudded, not with fear, not with anger,

But with something far more dangerous.

A quiet, creeping realization.

If I don’t return to being myself... I’ll lose him.

Not to Sirisha.

Or anyone else.

But to distance.

To silence.

To the walls I’ve built.

She walked back to the kitchen, her head lowered.

There was a mirror near the fridge.

She caught her reflection again.

This time, she smiled faintly at it.

He still sees me, she thought.

He still admires me.

I saw it today.

And slowly, the corners of her heart began to thaw.

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