Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Amit:
“Ravi, I wanted to ask you… the contractor you mentioned before… is he available?”

Ravi:
“Yeah, of course. You want me to talk to him?”

Amit:
“Please. If you can, take him to the house tomorrow. Show him around? I’ll send you the lock code and the caretaker’s number. Just want to get things moving… for my dad’s sake.”

Ravi’s heart tightened. This wasn’t just about getting a house renovated—it was about making sure Amit’s father left with something to hold onto, something tangible to take peace in.

Ravi:
“I’ll take him first thing tomorrow. We’ll get measurements, photos, everything.”

Amit’s voice softened, filled with a touch of gratitude.

Amit:
“You’re a lifesaver, Ravi. You’re doing so much. Priya always talks to me how you helped her at home while we were in Mumbai. Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.”

Ravi’s voice turned gentle.

Ravi:
“Just doing what’s right. You take care of Uncle. I’ve got things covered here.”

There was a brief silence. Then Amit spoke again, his voice quieter, a little more vulnerable.

Amit:
“Ravi, I… I feel a little better hearing you. Priya told me that she will call you tomorrow. She couldn’t talk to you today.”

Ravi’s thoughts drifted to Priya. He hadn’t spoken to her much lately, with everything going on. The concern was palpable, even in her absence.

Ravi:
“She’s probably resting by now. Please tell her my wishes.”

Amit’s tone softened, as if he’d found some small comfort in Ravi’s words.

Amit:
“Okay. Good night, bro.”

Ravi:
“Good night. Take care of yourself. And of Priya.”

The call ended, and Ravi let the phone fall to his side.

The room felt quieter now, the weight of the conversation settling over him like a blanket.

He lay back, staring at the ceiling, the hum of the world outside distant and muffled.

Inside, life was unfolding in delicate ways—tender moments between friends, between family—each of them fragile, but somehow still holding on.

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