Adultery Priya Didi

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Tuesday Night – The Dinner That Felt Like Home Again


“Come on,” she said

Gently tapping his knuckles with the serving spoon. “Eat before everything goes cold.”

Ravi chuckled. “You still remember how to scold me like a proper didi.”

She paused, then looked up, smile widening.

“I didn’t forget anything,” she said. “Just took a few days off.”

There was a silence, just long enough to feel meaningful.

Then she served him rice, spooned curry beside it, and said lightly, “You lost weight.”

“I did?”

“Or maybe my eyes got sharper,” she said,

A quiet tease buried beneath her voice.

He grinned, heart thudding gently. “I missed this.”

She stopped for a second, her hand mid-air, then set the spoon down.

“So did I,” she said, softly.

Her eyes didn’t meet his yet, but her voice carried honesty.

“All the small things. Laughing. Arguing. Even your annoying way of praising the rasam like it’s some five-star dish.”

“It's better than five-star,” Ravi replied instantly, leaning forward.

“No chef on earth can match the way you crush the garlic.”

She burst into a short, surprised laugh.

“Crush the garlic? That’s what you focus on?”

“I remember everything,” he said, still smiling. “Photographic memory, remember?”

She looked at him now, directly.


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