Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The Lunch
 
The café was a refuge of quiet, the gentle hum of conversations and the clinking of cutlery barely audible against the heavy weight of their thoughts. Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting long, golden beams across the small table where Priya Didi sat.
 
Her profile was sharp, composed, but Ravi could feel the quiet tension that lingered in every movement, every breath she took.
 
The peaceful ambiance of the café, with its warm, golden light, should have offered them both a reprieve, but instead, it felt like another battleground, silent, but charged, thick with the weight of their unspoken words.
 
Ravi could feel the presence of Priya Didi like a physical force, both a relief and a torment. She was here, so close, within arm's reach, yet a vast chasm seemed to stretch between them.
 
Every inch of her, from the delicate way her fingers rested on the table to the graceful flick of her hair behind her ear, reminded him of everything he had lost, everything he had hurt. Her presence should have been comforting, but it only served to deepen the ache in his chest.
 
His eyes followed her movements, each small gesture seeming to carry so much weight. The way she inhaled before speaking, the subtle parting of her lips as if every word was a calculated decision, a shield to guard the rawness inside her.
 
Deliberate, yes, but beneath it all, Ravi knew there was something real, something unspoken, something she couldn’t hide.
 
He sat across from her, his heart a tight knot in his chest. His fingers gripped the edge of his glass, the coolness of it doing nothing to ease the heat building inside him. He wanted to reach across the table, to touch her hand, to bridge the distance between them, but he knew better. The silence between them was louder than any words.
 
Priya Didi was still angry with him. He could feel it in the air, thick and unyielding. Her eyes, when they met his, were filled with quiet fury, a deep well of hurt and disillusionment that made his chest tighten.
 
He had no right to ask for her forgiveness, not yet, not until he had earned it. But still, being near her, feeling her presence, made his heart ache. There was no escaping the weight of her gaze, the weight of the years they had spent together, now crumbling into nothing but fragments of broken trust.

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