Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The cropped sweatshirt she wore stopped just above her waist


And each time she moved

Whether to hop onto the counter or casually tuck a strand of hair behind her ear

It lifted just enough to reveal the smooth, delicate line of her lower back,

The gentle inward dip at her waist, and a teasing sliver of her stomach.

Her jeans, snug and mid-rise, hugged her hips perfectly and left just enough space between the waistband and her top to create a tantalizing ribbon of skin.

It wasn’t loud or deliberate, but in that quiet morning light, it was strangely magnetic.

Youthful, innocent, yet far too distracting for someone trying to focus on a workday.

She tilted her head and smiled. “What’s wrong, Bhayya? You’re quieter today.”

He shook his head. “Just… didn’t sleep well.”

She gave him a knowing look, teasing. “Too many Rasmalai dreams?”

He nearly choked on his water.

Her giggle lit up the room. “See? I know everything.”

“You’re dangerous,” Ravi muttered, grabbing his laptop bag.

“You love it,” she replied, jumping off the counter with a bounce.

As they walked out of 205 and down the hallway, Sirisha fell into step beside him.

The corridor was still half-asleep, but she was practically glowing, and it wasn't just the morning light.

“Also,” she said with a grin, “Neetu Babhi made you actual Rasmalai this time. It’s in the fridge, saved with your name on it.”

“You’re bribing me.”

She grinned wider. “Obviously.”

As they reached the door of 401, she turned, holding the handle but not opening yet.

“Seriously though, Bhayya… I like it when you’re there. Don’t disappear later, okay?”

Her voice, though playful, had a softer undertone.

Ravi gave her a smile,  warmer, more genuine than before. “I won’t.”

She opened the door, and the scent of incense and something sweet wafted out.

Inside was the world of 401, cozy, young, lively.

The door closed behind them with a quiet click, as Thursday began with quiet chemistry and a hint of sugar in the air.

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