Adultery Priya Didi

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Dear Shailu,
I rarely wander into the English Stories section, but a couple of days ago your story caught my eye. As a writer myself, curiosity made me click—yet I had no idea that one small click would cost me two days of leave, all my tasks, and every bit of focus I had left.
You are a terrible influence.
I’m sending you the invoice soon—be ready to pay when you receive it.
When I reached page 79, I found myself thinking about how deceptively simple your plot is. A visitor who steps into someone’s home, becomes emotionally entangled with the people there, crosses boundaries of connection and desire… It can be summed up in one or two lines. And yet, you turned those two lines into a story that pulls the reader in line by line, makes them feel, sink into it, live inside it.
Anyone can write a story when they have a plot. But only you can take a simple plot and make it a world—felt, lived, and breathed.
Your grip on language, the flow of your words, your emotional depth—
it’s like the first rain falling on long-dry fields, releasing a fragrance that cannot be forgotten.
Reading you reminded me of emotions I once knew deeply when I was young—before age, duties, and responsibilities slowly turned feelings into actions, and actions into routine. You brought those old emotions back, alive and trembling.
Thank you for writing.
Thank you for experimenting.
Thank you for giving your time to this craft, and for sharing it with us.
Writers like you are rare—diamonds more precious than a Kohinoor—
and we must preserve that brilliance.
Keep writing, Shailu.
Keep mesmerizing your readers.
You have earned one more devoted fan.
And now because of you, I’m visiting the English Stories page every single day.
Remember—you owe me for this.
With admiration,