Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

From the kitchen, Neetu emerged with a cup of warm water



Walking past him with her usual soft steps.

She glanced once at the closed door of Sirisha’s room, then looked toward Ravi.

“Coffee?” she asked gently.

He nodded, “Please... if it’s not a problem.”

“It never is,” she replied, walking back,

Her dupatta loosely hanging over her shoulder,

The soft cotton of her kurti brushing against her waist as she moved.

There was something incredibly fluid about her

Like she never rushed, but never slowed either.


By 10:40, Sirisha came out, now dressed in a stylish kurti and jeans,

Hair straightened and worn open, eyeliner gently defining her bright eyes.

She looked fresh, vibrant,

And every bit like a college girl about to walk into her day with a little mischief packed in her bag.


Neetu handed her the small stainless steel lunchbox wrapped in a cloth. “Eat everything.”

Sirisha rolled her eyes. “Yes, Babhi.”

Turning to Ravi, she offered a wave and a grin. “Don’t miss me too much.”

He chuckled. “Try not to fail your lab.”

She pointed her finger at him.

“Oof, negativity! You’ll regret this when I become a CEO and don’t hire you.”


- o -

.