Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Her eyes softened, just a fraction, but there was no answer. Instead, she sat there, her fingers drumming lightly on the edge of her cup, her gaze flitting over the room, distracted, almost as if avoiding him.
 
But Ravi could see the tension in her body, the way her chest rose and fell with every breath. She was holding back, something fragile, something painful, and he didn’t know if it was the ache of his betrayal or the remnants of the love they had shared.
 
Another long pause. The silence was now its own living thing, thick with the weight of everything that had happened between them. Finally, Priya Didi spoke again, her voice barely audible but thick with emotion.
 
“I don’t need your apologies, Ravi,” she said, her words cutting through the silence like a blade. “I don’t want them. I need you to prove that you can be the man I thought you were. The man I hoped you could be. But that man… he’s nowhere to be found right now.”
 
The words landed hard in Ravi’s chest. He swallowed, his throat tight with a rising lump. She was right, all of it. The man she had once believed in had been replaced by someone who had hurt her, who had broken her trust in ways he hadn’t even fully understood.
 
But there was still a part of him that refused to accept that this was the end. That part of him, the broken, desperate part, wanted to prove her wrong, to show her that he could still be better, not just for her, but for himself too.
 
“I’ll prove it,” he said, his voice barely more than a breath, but it rang with a raw conviction. “I don’t know how. But I will. I won’t stop trying, Didi. I made a huge mistake.”
 
She didn’t respond immediately. Her eyes softened for a split second, and for just that brief moment, Ravi thought he saw a flicker of something else, something like longing, or maybe regret.
 
But it was gone before he could grasp it, replaced by the cold walls she had erected around her heart.
 
The waiter returned with their drinks, and the sound of the glass being placed on the table shattered the fragile moment between them. Neither of them moved, both too wrapped in their own thoughts, the tension in the air almost unbearable.
 
Priya Didi’s hand lingered on the glass for just a second, as if steadying herself, before she picked it up, taking a slow sip.
 
For a moment, they both stared out the window, the faint clink of silverware in the background, but neither of them truly noticed the noise. The tension between them was too thick, too consuming.
 
Finally, Priya Didi spoke again, her voice quieter now, but still trembling with the weight of everything she had held back.
 
“I’m not sure if you’ll ever earn my forgiveness,” she said, her voice soft but filled with a trembling vulnerability. “But if you’re here… if you’re willing to try, maybe… maybe there’s a chance. But that’s all it is. A chance.”
 
Ravi’s heart pounded in his chest, the fragile hope he had been holding onto flickering like a small flame. He met her eyes, and this time, there was no anger in them, just something else. Something raw, unspoken, that hung between them.
 
“I’ll take that chance,” he said, his voice firm but quiet, the weight of his words sinking in. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”
 
The air between them shifted. It wasn’t forgiveness, not yet. But it was something, a step forward. Small, tentative, but still a step.
 
And for the first time in what felt like forever, Ravi allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was still something worth fighting for.

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