Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Amit looked down at the floor, his face blank, but there was a tremor in his hands. “This really unfortunate. So sudden and very sad. I... I can’t... Why didn’t we know sooner?” He shook his head, his eyes clouded with confusion.
 
Ravi could feel the same disbelief in his own heart, but there was no way to reverse the reality.
 
“It happened quickly. When I knew, you were traveling, so I didn’t think it was the right thing to tell you then. Vamsi’s relatives have already taken care of the arrangements. They... took the bodies back to their native place,” Ravi added quietly, trying to ground them in the practical, even though the emotional weight was overwhelming.
 
Priya stood up slowly, her gaze distant. She didn’t speak for a long moment, just staring out the window as if trying to grasp some semblance of control. Amit watched her, unsure of what to do, before slowly turning back to Ravi.
 
His face was ashen, a far cry from the man who had left for his father’s funeral just days ago. “I don’t even know what to say, Ravi. This is... it’s too much.”
 
Priya’s shoulders seemed to drop slightly, as though a weight had been placed upon her too, a weight she hadn’t expected.
 
She turned, her hands resting gently at her sides, the smooth curve of her wrist seeming delicate, as though the air itself might bruise her. Her eyes remained fixed, but there was a tremor in her chin, something that betrayed the fragility hidden beneath her usual calm.
 
The silence between them was thick, but she remained composed, as if carefully holding herself together.
 
There was nothing more to say. The room felt still, as if the air had thickened, the weight of grief hanging heavy between them. Ravi sat there, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, feeling the void between them.
 
He had told them, but it had done little to ease the burden of the loss. Nothing would.
 
Finally, Priya spoke, her voice low and steady, though it seemed to carry the weight of everything she wasn’t saying. “I can’t even begin to process this...”
 
Her voice trembled ever so slightly on the final word, as if trying not to disturb the fragile quiet that had settled around them.
 
Ravi nodded. He understood. There was no way to make sense of it. There never would be.
 
The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was full. Heavy with all the words that didn’t need to be said. Ravi stood up, unsure of what to do next. “I’m sorry,” he said softly again, as if the words could undo everything.
 
Amit rubbed his forehead, trying to gather his thoughts, but nothing seemed to form. He let out a sigh. “Thanks for telling us, Ravi.”
 
He felt adrift in a sea of emotions, unable to find solid ground.
 
As the three of them sat in the dimming light of the room, none of them spoke for a while. The grief was too raw, the shock too fresh. The silence settled, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. It was just a space to be with the weight of what had been lost.
 

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