Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Tuesday Evening – Dinner, and the Return of Priya Didi


The evening unfolded quietly, the last vestiges of sunlight painting the windows with a warm, amber glow.

Ravi had just stepped out of the shower, his skin still warm and damp from the steam,

His hair dripping slightly as he towel-dried it.

He dressed in a loose tee and his comfy tracks, the fabric clinging softly to his still, moist skin.

The flat was serene, a soft light filtering through the sheer curtains, casting an almost ethereal glow on the space.

The air was cool, but inside, the warmth was inviting, a quiet comfort that seemed to wrap around him.

And then... she appeared.

Priya Didi stepped out of her room,

Her bare feet making no sound on the hardwood floor.

She was tying her hair loosely behind her neck,

The strands slipping through her fingers with practiced ease.

Her movements were fluid, like a dancer, each gesture seeming effortless but intentional.

The moment she walked into the soft pool of light, Ravi was paralyzed

His eyes locked on her in a way he hadn’t been able to control.

She wasn’t in a saree. Not a kurti either.

Tonight, she wore something that seemed to erase everything about the woman she had once been.

The deep-indigo skirt she wore was long, ankle-length

And it flowed with every step she took

The fabric brushing the floor in a soft whisper.

The mirror-work on the skirt was delicate

Like tiny, silver stars scattered against the night sky.


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