Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

A Quiet Lunch in Bed
 

The apartment felt unusually still, wrapped in the golden hush of afternoon light. Sunlight pooled across the floorboards, spilling softly over the bed like liquid gold, a warm whisper that made the space feel sacred. The air, thick with the faint scent of sandalwood, softened everything it touched.
 
Priya Didi lay back against a small fortress of pillows, her injured ankle carefully supported by a folded blanket. 

The bed around her was a comforting tangle of softness, holding the traces of their shared laughter and quiet moments, and too many things left unsaid.
 
There was something fragile in the air, a stillness he seemed to understand.
 
After a beat, Ravi glanced over at Priya Didi, who had closed her eyes. "What should I order for lunch?" he asked softly, looking at her and then down at his phone. "Anything in particular?"
 
She shifted slightly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "You know what I like," she said with a faint smile. "But surprise me. Just something comforting."
 
Ravi raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Comforting, huh? You mean something with butter and spices?" he teased, already scrolling through the menu.
 
"Maybe just a little butter," she replied with a smile. "Nothing too heavy."
 
"How about biryani, paneer tikka, dal makhani, and some garlic naan?" Ravi asked, glancing at her. "It’s your favorite, right?"
 
Priya Didi’s eyes softened. "You remembered." She smiled, warmth in her voice. "That sounds perfect."
 
"Done," Ravi said, tapping the phone to finalize the order. "It’ll be here soon."
 
As he placed the phone down, he caught her gaze for a moment, his lips curving into a small smile. The simplicity of the moment felt grounding, as if everything outside had paused, but the time moved forward.
 
The knock at the door broke the silence. Ravi answered, exchanged a few polite words with the delivery man, and returned with a tray of food. The fragrance of the dishes, spicy paneer tikka, fragrant biryani, and buttery dal makhani, filled the room.
 
Priya Didi inhaled deeply, the aroma flooding her senses and stirring a deep hunger that wasn’t just for food, but for something more, the presence of Ravi.

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