Adultery Priya Didi

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The thought made her pause, the edges of her anger beginning to dissolve into a kind of reluctant understanding. She had always known he was imperfect. She had always known that he was fallible, just like anyone else.
 
“Maybe it wasn’t entirely his fault. Maybe… they tempted him. They came to him, leaned in… They made him believe it was okay. He wasn’t prepared for it. It was too easy. He didn’t stop it, but…” She swallowed, her chest tight as her heart struggled to come to terms with the truth.
 
“I’m not a fool,” she thought, the sharpness of her own thoughts almost startling. “I know what temptation feels like. I know what it means to be pulled in, even when you know you shouldn’t.” Her breath caught at the thought.
 
Had she been tempted before? Had she ever allowed herself to be pulled in by something that wasn’t right? The question stung, but she didn’t turn away from it.
 
“No, he’s not a saint. But he’s mine. He’s always been mine. He didn’t mean to hurt me. It was just… one weak moment. Just a moment.”
 
Her mind began to shift then, the floodgates of her understanding opening. She saw him now, not as a man who had betrayed her but as a man who had been caught in the same human frailties she herself had.
 
“Maybe I can’t forgive him fully. Not yet. But maybe… maybe it’s not as simple as I thought. Maybe… maybe I don’t need to keep punishing him. Maybe I don’t need to keep punishing myself.”
 
Her thoughts slowed, a feeling of reluctant peace creeping in, threading through the pain. She wasn’t ready to forgive him, not yet, but she was beginning to understand. And in that understanding, there was room for something she hadn’t expected: hope.
 
“Maybe… one day, I can forgive him. Maybe… we can fix this.”
 
But as she lay there, another thought crept into her mind, almost uninvited. She had known Ravi now for months. She had seen the way he looked at her, the tenderness in his eyes, how he had tried, in small ways, to be the man she needed him to be.
 
But there was still something about him that gnawed at her, something that felt out of reach.
 
Had she always been enough for him? Or had she, at times, been just like everyone else, just another woman in his life, waiting to be taken for granted?
 
She thought about the ideal man, the one who would never falter, who would never let temptation lead him astray.
 
The kind of man who, no matter the circumstances, would stay true. She had imagined him, as every woman did, a man who could look at her, and only her, and never be swayed. But now, as her thoughts drifted back to Ravi, she realized with startling clarity that no one was perfect. Not him. Not her. No one.
 
“Maybe… he’s not my ideal. But maybe he’s the one I can love anyway. Maybe we can make it work.”
 
The realization settled in her heart, gentle and reluctant, like a truth she had been avoiding for too long. She wasn’t sure how it would happen, or when, but in that moment, she understood something fundamental: no relationship is perfect. And forgiveness is not something you can rush.
 
Priya Didi closed her eyes slowly, the weight of the night pressing gently against her eyelids. And for the first time in a long time, she let herself breathe. She was not ready to forgive, not yet. But she was ready to understand. And that, she thought, was a start.
 

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