Adultery Priya Didi

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Every word, every subtle encouragement from Neetu Bhabhi, every hesitant yet willing motion from Sirisha, was etched into his memory, leaving him both exhilarated and painfully aware of the lines that had been crossed.
 
He could not deny that Sirisha had wanted it too, that her subtle glances, her nervous smiles, the gentle way she had leaned into him since the first day she noticed him, had all been invitations he had accepted.
 
The three of them had crossed a line, a line that blurred the boundaries between friendship, trust, and desire. And yet, in that crossing, they had established a closeness so rare and intimate that it felt permanent, almost sacred in its intensity.
 
Even now, as he lay back on his bed, the weight of that intimacy pressed on him, a mixture of pride, guilt, and awe at the depth of connection they had shared, knowing that no external force could undo the bond that had been forged in those hours.
 
But now, all Ravi could feel was a gnawing emptiness in his chest. The joy of the afternoon when he was filling Sirisha’s Virgin hole with his sprem had been real, but Priya’s presence, or lack of it, loomed large in his mind.
 
Priya had called him on Saturday, after finding out about his closeness with Sirisha. Her voice had been tight, distant, and he could still hear the sting in her words. She hadn’t forgiven him, not yet.
 
Ravi ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the guilt that settled in. He had hoped for some kind of reprieve. But Priya Didi hadn’t reached out. She hadn’t tried to hear him out or even let him explain.
 
On Sunday, she hadn’t called him at all. And maybe that was what hurt the most, the silence from her, the fact that she didn’t even want to talk to him.
 
The memory of the phone call with Neetu hit him like a jolt. At first, it had seemed normal, light even. But then Priya had asked about him, and Neetu, ever so casually, had said, “Ravi came for lunch today.”
 
Ravi’s heart had skipped a beat when he heard that. Neetu had said it so easily, like it was no big deal, like everything was still okay. But for Ravi, the weight of it was impossible to ignore. Priya hadn’t gotten angry, not with Neetu, at least. She hadn’t accused anyone of anything. But Ravi still felt the shift, the invisible wall growing between him and Priya.
 
She’s still upset, Ravi thought, sinking deeper into the bed, his mind spiraling again. Why hadn’t she called me? Why hadn’t she said anything?
 
The contrast of the day was jarring. He had felt something with Neetu and Sirisha, something light and fun, a temporary reprieve from tension. But now, in the quiet of his flat, it felt wrong, heavy with guilt. He had betrayed Priya’s trust, and even if Neetu had reassured him, he couldn’t escape the feeling that it was too late to fix things.
 
He picked up his phone, staring at the blank screen.
 
No messages from Priya. No calls. Nothing.
 
He leaned back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything. He couldn’t deny the connection with Neetu, the pull he felt toward Sirisha, but Priya… Priya had always been different. She had been steady, trusting, present. And now, everything felt uncertain.
 
The fan kept spinning above, humming softly, a quiet companion to his spiraling thoughts. Outside, the city moved on, oblivious. Inside Flat 205, Ravi sat alone, caught between fleeting warmth and the weight of guilt, wondering if anything could ever feel the same again.
 
 

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