Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The Lunch Invitation

Neetu walked out of her bedroom, the soft rustle of her saree brushing against her legs with each step. The fabric shimmered under the natural light that filtered through the windows, catching the delicate gold in her border and the deep, graceful curve of her blouse.

She paused just outside the living room, composing herself.

“You’ve dressed like this for yourself,” she reminded silently. “Not for him. Just... for the mood.”

But her heart already knew better.

Across the room, Ravi sat focused on his laptop, brows slightly furrowed. The quiet hum of the fan was the only sound until he looked up,  and then, for a brief, telling second, the room went still.

His eyes widened slightly. Just a flicker. But she saw it.

Her breath caught, just faintly, and before she could stop herself, a smile curved across her lips.

"Ravi," she said, voice smooth and light, "lunch is ready."

She hadn’t meant it to sound like that,  playful, inviting,  but it slipped out before she could reel it back. It was always like that with him.

Around him, her words curved on their own, her tone dipped lower, sweeter, warmer.

He froze looking at her.  He was not sure which lunch…

His voice came out a second late. "Oh—uh, sure. I mean... it smells good already."

She lingered there for a moment, letting the space between them feel a little more charged, without crossing any lines.

Her smile was warm, but teasing, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"You’re going to love what I’ve made today," she added lightly, stepping a little closer.

Ravi blinked, slightly distracted, before offering a polite smile. "I’m sure it smells great."

Neetu tilted her head with a soft laugh, taking a small step closer to him.

“Well, the food isn't the only thing that's... appealing," he said,

With a playfully raised brow.

His words hung in the air, not too bold, but enough to leave a subtle impression.

He didn’t want to push too hard,

But she also couldn’t deny how she enjoyed the reaction she got from him.

With a flicker of a smile, she gestured toward the dining table.

"Come, let's eat. You’ll have to let me know what you think.”

Her voice softened, the flirtation still there, but more restrained now.

"I hope you’re not disappointed," she added,

Looking up at him through her lashes,

Her tone lighter but with an underlying challenge.

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