Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

A silence hung over the call, thick and heavy. 


Ravi felt Priya’s hurt ripple through the line like a physical force, each word unsaid cutting deeper than anything she spoke aloud.
 
Meanwhile, Sirisha fumbled through her discarded clothes, her bare skin still flushed, her movements slow, teasing, unaware of the tension tightening the room.
 
Sirisha: “Bhayya… where are my panties and shorts? They should be here… no?  You remove them,  but don’t keep them safe, do you?”
 
Her voice was playful, almost flirtatious, yet there was a subtle edge, an echo of vulnerability that made Ravi’s chest tighten. 

He watched as she continued her search, her body illuminated in the muted light, curves softly highlighted, movements deliberate and captivating.  But he knew Priya Didi can hear Sirisha's voice.  He didn't know what to say.

Priya: “Sirisha?”
 
The sound of her name on Priya’s voice was almost a physical jolt, sharp and tinged with disbelief.
 
Priya: “Why… why is she getting dressed in our flat, Ravi?”
 
The words barely left her lips, but the hurt in her tone was unmistakable.

Ravi’s stomach sank as guilt mingled with desire, twisting uncomfortably inside him.
 
Sirisha, still unaware, finally slipped her shorts on, her skin glowing, her silhouette a vision that made the lingering heat between them feel almost unbearable.
 
Ravi: “It’s not like that, Didi… it’s… complicated.”
 
But Priya’s voice cut through, firm and impossible to placate:
 
Priya: “Complicated? Why did you… remove her… and why is she dressing in front of you?”
 
Ravi’s chest tightened painfully.

Every glance at Sirisha reminded him of the mistake he did, showed the  pull between them, and yet the weight of his actions with Priya Didi  settled like a stone in his stomach.
 
Priya: “I think I need to go, Ravi. I can’t… I can’t talk to you right now.”
 
Before he could respond, the line went dead.

Silence enveloped the apartment, heavy, suffocating, punctuated only by the soft rustle of Sirisha’s movements.
 
He turned slowly, phone still in hand, and finally faced her.

Her eyes were wide, questioning, lips slightly parted, a silent question lingering in the air.
 
Sirisha: “Bhayya… what happened?”
 
Ravi swallowed hard. 

The words lodged in his throat, unspoken, the room thick with desire, tension, and unvoiced truths.

The air between them hummed, still charged from what had passed, now layered with guilt, longing, and the dangerous pull of forbidden tension.
 

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