Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Her eyes glistened.



    “This body… this face… this fire inside me…”
    “All tucked into a two-bedroom flat in Mumbai.”
    “Not even Vamsi really looks anymore.”

She turned slightly, admiring the graceful curve of her back, the slope of her hips.

    “It’s not that he’s bad. He’s not.”
    “Vamsi is good. Funny, kind. Strong too.”
    “But he’s always tired.”
    “Up by 6. Gone by 7. Back by 9. Sometimes 10.”
    “Even on weekends, it’s cricket with the boys. WhatsApp with colleagues. Chai on the balcony.”
    (quieter) “But never… never just… looking at me.”

She reached for the towel again, not to wrap it around—but just to hold, loosely. Still naked, still facing the mirror. Her lips parted slightly.

    “Ravi… didn’t even need to see all this.”
    “Just a glimpse. Just a suggestion.”
    “And look what it did to him.”
    “He froze. Like he couldn’t breathe.”
    (smiling to herself) “That’s how it’s supposed to be.”
    “That’s what this beauty was meant for.”

She closed her eyes for a moment.

    “What’s the point of this… if no one sees it?”
    “What’s the point of having fire… if no one wants to burn?”

Her heart beat louder. Her breath deepened.

    “He makes me feel… real again.”
    “Not a wife. Not a hostess. Not a cook or a daughter-in-law.”
    “Just… a woman. A goddess. Someone to be remembered.”

She opened her eyes again, locked them with her reflection. Naked, proud, aching, beautiful.

    “It’s not wrong,” she whispered.
    “It’s not crossing the line… not yet.”
    “It’s just… being seen. Being wanted.”
    “And maybe…”
    “Maybe that’s all I ever needed.”


She picked up her fresh salwar from the bed, slowly started dressing. 

The towel slipped from her hand and pooled on the floor behind her like a fallen petal.

But the fire? That stayed.

Burning quietly beneath her skin.

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