Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

.

 

Thursday

By Thursday, the days began to blend into each other. Ravi sent a short text in the morning: “Didi, I’m thinking of you.” Hours later, he called once, one ring, two rings, voicemail. The faintest whisper of a message left him: “I’m here… I care… call if you want.” Silence again. Her quiet judgment lingered over every action of his week.
 
He found himself pacing in Flat 205, reliving every moment with Neetu and Sirisha, the teasing, the closeness, the laughter, but now overlayed with the sharp sting of guilt. Even their warmth, which had felt like a refuge, seemed hollow without Priya’s presence.
 

Friday

The week dragged, each day heavier than the last. Ravi’s messages became shorter, almost pleading: “Didi… just want you to know I’m sorry.” Nothing. No response. He replayed Priya’s voice from Saturday’s call, soft but sharp, her calm authority now haunting him, making him painfully aware of the line he had crossed.
 
Amit called again, brief and formal: “Ravi, preparations are ongoing here. Priya is handling matters with the family. Thank you for your concern.” Ravi could barely respond. He longed to hear Priya’s voice, to feel any sign of forgiveness, but only Amit’s practical words reached him.

 
Saturday

Saturday arrived with a heavy, oppressive calm. Ravi spent the day largely in silence, pacing, staring out the window at the restless city below. The week’s worth of unsent messages, unanswered calls, and silent longing pressed on him like a weight. He tried reading, tried music, even attempting to distract himself with small chores, but nothing could dispel the haunting quiet of her absence.
 
He sent a final message in the morning: “Didi… I hope you are well. I hope everything is alright. I regret what happened. Please forgive me.” Silence. His chest tightened at every glance at the phone.
 
Amit’s call came in the morning right after his message to Priya: “Ravi, everything here is under control. Priya and I will be returning tomorrow, Tuesday, after the final rituals on Sunday and Monday. Thank you for looking after things here.” Ravi forced a calm response: “Understood, Amit. I hope everything goes smoothly.”
 
After the call ended, Ravi sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the floor. The warmth and laughter of the previous Sunday seemed impossibly distant now, replaced by a gnawing ache of guilt and longing. He thought of Priya, her calm composure, her silent disappointment, her presence felt heavier than any physical closeness he had known all week. Every fleeting smile, every touch from Neetu or Sirisha, now felt both precious and painfully wrong, reminders of the trust he feared he had broken beyond repair.
 
That Saturday morning, Ravi remained trapped between desire, guilt, and the endless weight of waiting. The week had stretched infinitely, each day a reminder that Priya’s forgiveness, or even a single word from her, was still out of reach.

In three days, Priya Didi would return. Tuesday, everything might change.
 
 

-- oOo --

.