Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Friday Morning – Back to Reality


Ravi stirred. The pale light of dawn filtered softly through the curtains of his bedroom, cool and uninviting.

He blinked slowly, the weight of sleep clinging to his lashes, refusing to leave.

The dream, her perfume, the way she had stood before him, the towel, her voice, still echoed faintly in the spaces between thought and memory.

His eyes opened fully now, landing on the plain ceiling above.

No golden shimmer. No soft breath in his ear. Just the quiet hum of the fan and the ticking of the clock.

7:12 AM.

He sat up slowly, dragging a hand through his hair.

A soft sigh escaped his lips.

Dreams like that didn’t just vanish.

They lingered. They tempted. They made the air heavier.

But today was Friday, and work awaited, emails, meetings, 

And tasks that wouldn’t pause just because his night had been drenched in warmth and fantasy.

He washed up, splashed cold water on his face, hoping it would sweep away the heat that still lingered under his skin.

Ravi stood in front of the mirror, buttoning his pale blue shirt.

The morning light filtered through the half, drawn curtains, painting faint stripes across his reflection.

He adjusted the collar, smoothed down the fabric, and for a moment, caught his own eyes in the glass, they looked more awake than he felt.

The hum of Mumbai outside was faint but steady. Somewhere in the kitchen, the kettle clicked off.

He slipped on his watch, not because he needed to check the time, but because it felt like the final piece of armour before stepping into the day.

By the time he was locking the door behind him, work thoughts had already begun to settle in. Reports to finish, calls to make. The usual grind.

He opened his task list, trying to anchor himself.

Work helped. 

As the minutes ticked into hours, his mind gradually settled into the flow, reviewing specs, catching up on messages from his team, hopping on a video call with a client.

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