Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

A trace of amusement in her eyes, but something else too.


A softness that hadn’t been there a few days ago.

“You and your memory,” she muttered, picking up her spoon.

“Maybe it’s good you forgot a few things last week.”

He said nothing. Just watched her.

And as they ate, something began to flow again, not just conversation, but comfort.

Familiarity. Warmth.

She asked him about his meetings, about Sirisha’s project,

Even teasing him when he said he hadn’t finished laundry yet.

“Living with me has made you lazy,” she said with mock pride. “Wait till Amit hears that.”

“Amit would probably say it’s because I’m too pampered here.”

Priya smiled again, shaking her head. “Maybe you are.”

By the end of the meal, they were both leaning back in their chairs

Content, a little full, but mostly settled.

She looked around at the plates, then at him.

“This felt good,” she said quietly.

“Like how things used to be. I didn’t realize how much I missed it… until now.”

Ravi nodded. “Me too, Didi.”

Their eyes met. And stayed.

No confessions. No big moments.

Just two people, sitting across from each other, trying to find their way back.

And tonight, it felt like they were close.

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