Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

A Moment of Stillness — Late Evening, Friday


Sirisha didn’t pull away immediately. And Ravi didn’t either.

The hug wasn’t born of desire, at least, not only desire, it had emerged from something raw, human.

A strange collision of memory, longing, and comfort.

The faint trace of Priya Didi’s perfume lingered in the fabric,

Blending with the warm scent of Sirisha’s damp hair.

Against him, the kurti was a whisper of cloth, light and thin, clinging in places where it was still damp.

It felt… too real, too close.

Sirisha’s breathing was steady against his chest.

When she finally eased back, it was slow, not awkward, almost tender.

She looked up at him, her eyes luminous in the soft yellow light of the room.

Gone was the teasing, the mischievous spark.

In its place was softness, curiosity… and something he couldn’t name.

“Ravi bhayya…” Her voice was low,

Almost like she didn’t want to break the quiet around them. “Are you okay?”

He nodded once, though no words came.

He wasn’t ready to explain what had just happened,

That it wasn’t entirely about her, but somehow… was about her too.

Sirisha tilted her head, her lips curving just slightly,

A flicker of playful suspicion returning.

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