Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Their quiet dinners, the way he’d always admire her, the way he talks to her, as if she was so precious, to her, it meant so much. She loved him so deeply, not just for his humor or his charm, but for the way he made her feel seen, heard, and loved in ways she never thought possible.
 
But now, as she stood there in the kitchen, it was like everything she had believed in was slipping through her fingers. What happened to that Ravi? The man who would listen to her every word, who would steal glances at her when he thought she wasn’t looking, and smile like he held the world in his hands. That warmth, that connection, felt like it belonged to another lifetime, a lifetime she no longer recognized.
 
The sting of betrayal cut deeper with every passing second. She couldn’t escape it. Neetu and Sirisha. The names rang in her mind like a bell, each toll more painful than the last. She had trusted him. She had loved him with everything she had. And now she had to face the fact that he had crossed lines, with two other women, behind her back, when she wasn’t even in Mumbai. When she had been away, thinking everything was fine, he had been lying to her, to their love, to everything they had built together.
 
Her heart felt heavy, a mix of rage and disbelief. How could he do this to me?
The images of Neetu, with her playful flirtations, and Sirisha, sweet and innocent, haunted her thoughts. It wasn’t just the act itself that hurt. It was the deception, the betrayal of trust. She had been gone for a few weeks, tending to her family, and all the while, Ravi had found comfort in someone else’s arms. She could still hear the quiet shock in her voice when she first learned about it. The painful realization had hit her like a tidal wave, and since then, the anger had burned inside her, relentless and consuming.
 
She had tried to understand, why? Why had he done it? She had been away, yes, but didn’t he know how much she loved him? How much she had always tried to give him her best? Wasn’t that supposed to mean something?
 
Ravi, at his desk, had heard her voice drift through the hall, that small pause before his name, and it struck something deep inside him. He closed his laptop slowly, the gesture deliberate, as if to buy time before facing her again.
 
The thought of sitting beside her, close enough to feel her breath, yet far enough to know he had lost the right to reach for it, filled him with a quiet dread.
It wasn’t just guilt anymore. It was awareness.

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