Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Scene – After Priya’s Call
 

The call ended with a dull click. The silence that followed was heavier than words, pressing down on the small living room of flat 205. Ravi stood frozen by the window, his phone still in his hand, its screen gone dark.
 
His chest felt tight, as though something inside him had cracked. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. Only the faint hum of the ceiling fan filled the space.
 
Behind him, Sirisha was pulling at the hem of her shorts, trying to steady her breath. She had been smiling moments ago, teasing him, but the look on his face stopped her cold.
 
Sirisha (softly): “Bhayya… what happened?”
 
Ravi turned slowly, his eyes clouded, his lips pressed thin. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, in a low, unsteady voice:
 
Ravi: “It was Priya Didi.”
 
The name itself made the air shift. Sirisha blinked, her expression tightening with unease. Her lips parted, eyes widening in panic.
 
Sirisha (stammering): “P-Priya Didi? Now? She… she called you now?”
 
Ravi gave a slow nod, his hand trembling as he set the phone on the table.
 
Sirisha: “Oh God… then… then she must have…” She pressed her palms together nervously, her words tumbling over each other. “Bhayya, she didn’t hear me… did she? She didn’t hear when I… when I asked about my… clothes?”
 
Ravi shut his eyes for a moment, the memory cutting deep, his throat working as he swallowed hard.
 
Ravi: “She heard you, Sirisha. She heard you asking about… your clothes.”
 
Sirisha’s breath caught. She sank onto the edge of the couch, her hands knotting together in her lap.
 
Sirisha (barely above a whisper): “Oh no… then she’ll think… she’ll think something happened between us.”
 
Ravi lowered himself into the couch opposite, running a hand across his face.
Ravi (sad): “She heard you ask for your panties and shorts. And she already asked me why I removed your clothes…”
 
His eyes didn’t meet hers.
 
Ravi (quiet, raw): “Why you were here. Why you were dressing in front of me.”
 
The words hit Sirisha like a stone. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, her gaze dropping to the floor. For a long moment, she couldn’t speak.
 
Finally, she managed:
 
Sirisha: “Ohh… no.. Bhayya… I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t think… Didi would call at that exact time.”
 
Sirisha (whispering, broken): “Then she… she thinks… you and me…?”
 
Ravi’s voice cracked, his frustration spilling through.
 
Ravi: “Exactly. She thinks the worst. She doesn’t believe me now. She won’t.”

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