Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

8:10 PM – Flat 401


As Ravi rang the bell, the door opened almost instantly

Sirisha stood there, glowing in a peach colored cotton kurti and pajama set

Her hair loosely tied up.

“Bhayyaaa!” she beamed. “Took you long enough.”

Inside, the apartment was lively, warm lights,

The faint aroma of lemon and ghee floating in the air, and a soft instrumental playing on someone’s phone speaker.

Neetu appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel.

She was dressed in a printed salwar suit, her thick hair braided neatly, a gentle bindi on her forehead.

“So, finally you listened to your bhabhi?” she teased, narrowing her eyes dramatically.

Ravi gave a mock salute. “When you say lemon rice, bhabhi… who has the courage to say no?”

Vamsi chuckled from the living room couch.

“He’s already family now. Might as well keep his chair fixed here.”

The three of them laughed.

And in that laughter, the weight Ravi had been carrying all day finally loosened—just a bit.

Ravi sat cross-legged at the dining table,

The warm plate in front of him steaming with lemon rice, brinjal fry, and a side of freshly made curd.

Neetu placed a steel tumbler of buttermilk beside his plate and tapped the table gently.

“Now eat. Not one word until your plate is empty,” she mock-commanded, eyes playful.

Sirisha pulled a chair next to him with a grin.


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