Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The reply came almost instantly.



Neetu Bhabhi:
“Recovering? Poor thing.
What exactly hit you harder? 
The gagra? Or the navel view? ”


Ravi blinked, lips parting slightly. 

This woman didn’t hold back at all.

He laughed to himself, shaking his head slowly before replying:

Ravi:
“That gagra did most of the damage. But that blouse… it should come with a warning.”
“And don’t even get me started on that glimpse of the waist chain. You knew what you were doing.”


The typing bubbles flickered again.


Then paused.

Then flickered again.

Neetu Bhabhi:
“Maybe I did.”
“But you? You watched like you’d paint me if you could. That stare was… electric.”
“I should feel shy, but somehow… I liked it.”


Ravi felt his breath stall for just a second.

His fingers hovered. So many replies rushed to mind—but he typed just this:

Ravi:
“It wasn’t a stare. It was… appreciation. You looked like a dream. And dreams deserve to be seen.”


For a moment, silence.

No reply. No typing bubbles.

Then:

Neetu Bhabhi:
“Good night, painter saab.”
“If I show up in your dreams tonight… don’t blame me. Blame your memory.”


Ravi set his phone down gently, eyes still on the dark ceiling.

Sirisha slept like a sweet silence.

Neetu whispered like a forbidden breeze.

And somewhere in his heart...

Priya’s shadow still lingered, like a light he could neither reach nor escape.

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