Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Neetu's hair was loosely tied back


A few strands falling around her temples.

She looked like the epitome of calm, yet every movement she made carried an underlying sensuality,

Like she was aware of her effect on the room but didn’t announce it.

The kurta clung to her shape in places, especially around her chest and waist,

And her dupatta had slipped ever so slightly down her left shoulder,

Offering a fleeting glimpse of the strap of her innerwear.

Ravi noticed, then immediately looked away, heart stuttering.

“Ravi, tea,” she said softly, 

Offering the cup with a gentle smile that somehow lingered longer than it should have.

Sirisha giggled, “See! Told you we would treat you well today.”

He smiled, forcing his focus back to the laptop in front of him, “This feels like a bribe.”

Sirisha leaned in, her voice teasing. “Well, Bhayya... Whatever makes you to work from here.”

He chuckled, but even as he tried to look at the screen, his senses were flooded,

Sirisha’s perfume was soft and young, something fruity, while Neetu’s was a touch stronger, floral and mature.

It was a contrast that echoed in everything about them, playful energy in one, quiet power in the other.

They worked for a while, Sirisha asking questions, showing him her UI mockups,

And Ravi patiently correcting and guiding her.

Her fingers occasionally brushed his hand on the mousepad.

Once, her knee tapped against his. Ravi didn’t flinch.

She didn’t either.

But her cheeks flushed slightly, and she bit her lip for a second before refocusing.


Neetu stayed mostly in the kitchen, though she wandered in a couple of times with some reason or the other.

Ravi’s eyes would drift toward her without meaning to.

Her silhouette through the semi-sheer kitchen door,

The way she tucked her hair as she stood near the window

It all felt like a calm flame flickering quietly in the background of this otherwise bright morning.

“Bhayya,” Sirisha suddenly said, dragging his attention back.

“You’re zoning out again. Are you tired or distracted?”

He cleared his throat,

“I’m just... absorbing all the input. You multitask a lot. UI, UX... and unlimited commentary.”

She narrowed her eyes, pretending to be hurt.

“Hurtful. And here I was, almost thinking you look good when you’re serious.”

Ravi blinked.

Sirisha smiled cheekily. “I said almost. Don't get overconfident.”

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