Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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The same thing. Switched off.
 
Ravi’s stomach tightened. A cold weight settled in his chest.
 
This wasn’t normal.
 
He had a fleeting thought: what if something had happened? What if there was some sort of emergency? Maybe it was just bad timing, a technical glitch, or they’d forgotten to charge their phones. But it didn’t feel like that. Something about the stillness, the lack of any communication, felt off. The weight of the silence grew heavier with every unanswered call.
 
He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
 
He dialed Vamsi’s number, hoping for a breakthrough, maybe some clarity. Vamsi, despite his chaotic nature, was always in touch, always part of the late-night messages, the morning updates, always the first to send a meme or a ridiculous joke. But even Vamsi’s phone was switched off.
 
The call felt like a slow descent into a strange void. Ravi hung up, his hands suddenly clammy, his mind racing.
 
What was going on? Why wasn’t anyone answering?
 
He stood there, holding the phone in his hand, staring at the screen, his mind working over the possibilities. A dozen thoughts scrambled through his head, none of them making sense. Was it something he had missed? Was there something in the air, some unspoken tension that had built up without him realizing it?
 
No, that didn’t feel right either.
 
He shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his thoughts. No one had mentioned anything unusual the night before. The movie, the evening, it had seemed so normal. And yet, this morning, everything felt out of place.
 
Curiosity and unease swirled inside him.
 
Ravi had always prided himself on not letting his mind get carried away with what ifs, but today was different. Today, something was amiss, and he couldn’t ignore it. Maybe he was overreacting, but the silence, the complete absence of messages or calls from the people who were usually always in touch, was too much for him to dismiss.
 
He stood in the middle of the flat, unsure of what to do next. Call again? Wait it out?
 
And then, in an almost automatic movement, he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and slipped it on. The decision was made. The nagging curiosity, the unsettling feeling that something wasn’t right, was enough to push him out the door.
 
He headed toward Vamsi and Neetu’s flat, hoping to find some answer to the strange silence. But the tension in his chest didn’t loosen. If anything, it grew with every step he took.
 
 

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