Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

“She’s serious. Ask Vamsi bhaiyya what happens when someone talks before finishing.”


“I got smacked with a hot roti once,” Vamsi called out from the living room,

Sipping his juice. “It was worth it.”

Everyone laughed.

Ravi chuckled, picking up a spoonful of rice.

“This is better than any restaurant, bhabhi. Really.”

Neetu sat across, raising a brow.

“Restaurant? You better not compare me with those oil-splashed menus again.”

He swallowed and smiled at her.

“Okay, fine. This is… home food. Perfectly made. Tastes like love.”

That line made Neetu pause for half a second.

She looked at him longer than she intended.

Then slowly lowered her gaze and reached for her glass.

Sirisha, unaware of the shift, leaned her elbow on the table.

“Bhayya, you must be lucky. Priya didi’s cooking, now Neetu bhabhi’s magic. Who needs Swiggy?”

“Only thing I miss,” Ravi said, grinning at her, “is a good Rasmalai.”

“Arrey!” Sirisha lit up. “I told you na? I’ll make it this weekend. You come again.”

Neetu tilted her head slightly,

Sipping her water with a smile. “Don’t promise unless you deliver. ”

“Oh, I’ll deliver,” Sirisha said,

Eyes glinting. “And I’ll make Bhayya taste-test every version.”

Ravi looked at her face glowing with pride.

There was something childlike in her confidence, bubbly, unfiltered

And she clearly enjoyed making him the center of her attention.

Across from him, Neetu was quieter now.

But there was a stillness in her smile, her eyes holding something Ravi couldn’t quite read.

A slow burn.

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