Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Neetu shook her head, laughing.


“Go, or you’ll miss the cab.”

Sirisha slipped into her sandals and called out again,

“Babhi, don’t bore Bhayya too much. He’ll fall asleep mid-email.”

Neetu raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Sirisha left


The main door clicking shut behind her.

Silence returned to Flat 401.

The light breeze from the windows,

The clink of a cup from the kitchen,

And the faint buzz of a phone notification were all that remained.

Now, it was just Ravi and Neetu.

He sat at the dining table,

Trying to focus on his screen,

But his ears tuned to every small sound from the kitchen.

The simmer of dal, the cut of a knife, the opening of a spice box.

At around 11:15, Neetu stepped out with a tray.

She placed a bowl of mango pickle, a plate of papad, and a glass of water on the table beside him,

Their eyes met.

There was no smile from her, just a subtle softness.

A pause that didn’t quite need words.

Ravi nodded. “Thanks, Bhabhi.”

As she walked back into the kitchen,

Ravi looked back at the laptop, though he hadn’t typed a word in the last ten minutes.



And in that quietness

There was a sense of anticipation

Unspoken

But undeniably alive.

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