Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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He looked away immediately, a jolt of guilt and longing cutting through him. He hadn’t stopped admiring her, not even after everything that had happened. How could he? She was the same woman who had once filled his world with light, with laughter, with love.
 
Now, it felt like there was nothing left of what they once shared, just this strained silence, this distance, and his constant ache to fix something that felt irreparably broken.
 
The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled the space, the only other sound the occasional clink of a spoon against a steel bowl. Priya didn’t look up much, her gaze mostly fixed on her plate.
 
Ravi could feel the distance in the way she moved, the absence of anything that resembled warmth between them. She wasn’t angry, at least, not outwardly. She wasn’t showing emotion, but the detachment was palpable.
 
It was as though something inside her had gone still, a part of her that he had no right to touch anymore.
 
When they finished, Priya stood up and began clearing the table without a word. Ravi wanted to offer his help, but the hesitation rooted him to the spot. He wasn’t sure if she would even acknowledge it, or if it would be welcomed at all.
 
There was so much unsaid between them, so much lost, that he didn’t trust himself to bridge the gap anymore.
 
“Didi…” he started softly, his voice tentative, as though testing the waters.
 
She didn’t turn, her focus entirely on the dishes she was rinsing under the tap. “You get ready. We’ll go after breakfast,” she said, her voice calm, almost distant.
 
“Okay.” The single word felt like a chasm between them. Her tone made it clear there was no room for further words, no space for anything more than what was necessary.
 
Her back was turned, her focus entirely on the task at hand. Ravi’s heart beat faster, inexplicably.
 
Why? Was it the thought of spending the next hour beside her again, trapped in that same uncomfortable proximity? Was it the memories of what it used to feel like, before everything had changed? He wasn’t sure.
 
All he knew was that the very idea of being near her, yet still so far from her, stirred up a restless, quiet energy in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain.
 
He stood up slowly, but before leaving for his room, he glanced at her one last time. She hadn’t looked up, hadn’t acknowledged him.
 
And in that silence, the weight of everything unsaid seemed to settle between them, so thick, so suffocating, it was almost impossible to breathe.
 
Yet, he couldn’t escape it. He couldn’t escape her.
 
He doesn’t want to escape her either
 

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