Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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That house. That place.
Too many memories lived there.
 
Ravi closed his eyes for a second, but memory doesn’t need invitation.
He saw again the auto weaving through narrow lanes, the filtered sunlight over her hair, the scent of jasmine, and Priya beside him, quiet, yet alive in every silence.
The first intimacy, first touch.  He could not forget a single moment of that day, including the mess up he did and how angry she became.
 
From the kitchen came the gentle clinking of utensils, and with it, the soft weight of domestic routine, normal, steady, but distant.
 
Then, her phone rang.
He didn’t have to look. He knew it was Amit.
 
 
 
In the kitchen, Priya’s hands paused mid-motion as she saw Amit’s name. For a heartbeat, she wanted to let it ring out. But she answered.
 
“Yes… okay… I’ll go. Ravi will come with me?”
She hesitated before saying his name, a pause so brief that Amit would never notice, but Ravi would. She knew he would.
 
The words left her lips with controlled calm, but inside, something twisted.
She hated that she still hesitated. Hated that the sound of his name still carried a sting, and a pull.
 
As she ended the call, her reflection caught faintly on the steel surface of the refrigerator, tired eyes, a steady face. She had mastered the art of sounding normal.
But inside, she was tired of holding everything in, the anger, the ache, the confusion of missing a man she no longer trusted.
 
Priya’s hands paused as she rinsed the plate, the steady stream of water filling the silence between them. She couldn’t stop her mind from drifting, to those warm mornings they’d spent together, drinking coffee on the balcony, their fingers brushing as they reached for the cup at the same time. She could still see his smile in the soft morning light, the way he’d look at her with those eyes full of affection, like she was the only one who mattered. Those were the days when his presence felt like home.
 
The little things that used to fill her with joy now felt like bittersweet memories. Lunchtime conversations, where they’d talk about everything and nothing, his laugh filling the air, making her feel like she belonged in his world. 

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