Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Thursday Morning – Flat 205
 
The faint hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound breaking the stillness of the room.
Morning light slipped through the curtains, hesitant and pale, as though even the sun was uncertain about entering this quiet space where words had long stopped flowing.
 
Ravi sat at his desk, laptop open but forgotten.
The blinking cursor felt like a pulse of monotony, a reminder that life outside still moved, deadlines, emails, meetings, while his own world had come to a standstill.
 
Two weeks had passed since that morning.
Since the day silence had settled not only over the building, but inside him. Inside them.
 
This Thursday, a work-from-home day for him. But “work-from-home” had become an excuse a hollow phrase that no longer held the meaning it once did. Now, he was working from emptiness. The apartment didn’t feel like home anymore.
 
Priya Didi’s silence, her refusal to speak to him, weighed on him like a heavy burden. It was like waiting for rain in a desert, his heart aching for the sound of her voice, the warmth of her smile. He longed for a sense of home, for the feeling that Priya Didi was truly with him. She was only a few feet away, yet it felt as if they were thousands of miles apart.
 
Then, the phone buzzed.
A sudden sound that broke through the dull quiet. Amit’s name flashed on the screen.
 
Ravi hesitated. His throat felt dry.
“Hey, Amit bhai,” he said finally.
 
“Morning, Ravi.” Amit’s tone was steady, practical, untouched by the heaviness on the other end. “Listen, I need a small favour. The contractor called, he’s making some major changes at the old house. I can’t go today, so could you and Priya just stop by, take a look, and send me a few pictures?”
 
Ravi’s fingers tightened around the phone.
 
Amit went on, unaware. “You’ll remember, the balcony wall and the flooring near the entrance. Just check if it’s done properly. Anyway the contractor is your friend. Please talk to him and find out whey they will fix the roof, I will make sure I will be there for that. That is still pending”
 
Ravi’s voice came out lower than he expected. “Sure, Amit bhai. We’ll go.”
 
He ended the call and sat still, the phone heavy in his hand.
The room felt smaller now, air thicker, as if the past had quietly entered and sat down beside him.

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