Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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“I... feel better now,” she says, her voice still low, but this time, there's a softness in it that wasn’t there before. "The pain in my ankle is almost gone, actually. I think all that... massaging you did... it's worked." She smiles faintly, a hint of warmth in her tone.
 
Ravi smiles too, a small, appreciative smile, and for the first time in a while, something in her heart softens. It’s like he’s been waiting for her to say this, for the small bridge of forgiveness to begin to form.
 
“I’m glad to hear that,” he replies, his voice deep and sincere. He pauses before continuing. “You know... I would do anything for you, Priya Didi. Anything to make you feel better.”
 
The way he says it, so earnestly, makes something inside her stir. She tries not to let herself be affected, but it’s difficult when he speaks like that, with such pure devotion in his tone.
 
Priya takes a slow breath, shifting her gaze down to her ankle, as if the act of looking elsewhere will help her gather her thoughts. "He’s been so kind... too kind. Why does he care so much after everything I said?"
 
She forces herself to meet his gaze, her eyes softer now, no longer holding the sharpness they once did.
 
“Ravi... I’ve been so angry with you. So angry, and it’s been hard to see beyond that. But... the way you’ve been with me lately... It’s hard to ignore.”
 
Ravi’s expression falters for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly, but he doesn’t say anything. He waits for her to continue.
 
Her voice is quieter now, more vulnerable. “I guess I thought... after everything, you’d just stop caring. But you’ve been so patient with me, even when I haven’t been fair to you.”
 
Ravi exhales slowly, his gaze intense, filled with emotion. “I’ll never stop caring about you, Priya Didi. No matter what happens. I’m sorry for what I did... I wish I could take it all back, but... I just want to show you, every day, how much I care. You deserve that.”
 
Priya is quiet for a long moment, letting his words settle inside her. She knows the apology is genuine. She’s heard it from him before, but something about the way he says it now, so raw, so real, stirs something deep inside her.
 
“How could I not see it?” she wonders, her heart clenching at the thought. He hasn’t stopped trying. He’s been nothing but kind, attentive, and loving. Even through the tension, through the hurt, he’s been there.

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