Adultery Priya Didi

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Priya Didi's Internal Reflection
 
The quiet of the apartment felt oppressive, the stillness in the air thick with the weight of her thoughts.
 
Priya Didi lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, the faint hum of the city outside barely reaching her ears. In the darkness of the room, her mind was alive with the echoes of the day, the moments with Ravi, his apologies, his gentleness, and the deep ache in her heart that she could not easily name.
 
Her hands rested lightly on the sheet, but her mind refused rest. She could still see him from earlier, the careful attentiveness, the soft, quiet gestures, the way he had always tried to show her love even after she had been hurt.
 
“He was… so gentle today,” she thought, letting her gaze drift to the window. “So… attentive. Even after everything… he hasn’t stopped caring. He’s… trying. He’s… been apologizing. He keeps trying, keeps being kind… being… him.”
 
Her pulse fluttered at the memory of his hand brushing hers in the auto earlier, accidental, yes, but deliberate in a way that felt like a promise. His fingers hovering over her fingers and telling her how much he loves her.
 
Every small act, the way he had lingered nearby without crowding her, the soft tones of his voice, the careful way he spoke, filled her chest with warmth she was reluctant to name.
 
“He shows me so much… love, affection, care… and yet… how could he let himself…?” Her fingers clenched the bedsheet. “With… with them? How could he do that when he loves me like this?”
 
Her fingers curled into the soft fabric of the sheets, the comfort of the bed in stark contrast to the restlessness inside her.
 
She turned onto her side, gazing out of the window at the dim glow of the city lights. “How could he?” The thought was familiar, like an old wound she couldn’t stop poking at, even though it still burned.
 
“How could he let himself do that? With them?” The betrayal had been raw, sharp, and it had twisted her insides when she first learned about it.
 
The memory of Neetu and Sirisha, how they had teased him, leaned in too close, whispered with smiles that had meant more than words ever could, burned in her mind.
 

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