Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Scene: The Apartment – Dinner and Nighttime Routine
 

The apartment was quiet and dimly lit, the soft hum of the television filling the room as shadows stretched across the walls. Priya sat on the couch, adjusting the cushions nervously, her fingers idly scrolling through the channels on the remote.
 
She tried to focus, to be present, but it was impossible to quiet the thoughts swirling in her mind. "What did I do…?" Her stomach clenched as the memory of Ravi's lips on hers flashed through her mind, unbidden and powerful.
 
Amit appeared from the bedroom, freshly showered, his hair still damp, wearing soft, comfortable clothes. His scent lingered in the air, familiar and grounding. "Just relaxing?" Amit’s voice was warm and casual, a tone that made Priya feel both comforted and suffocated.
 
He sank down beside her, a moment of normalcy, but to Priya, it felt like an illusion.
 
She nodded, her hand brushing lightly against his as she was changing the TV channels.
 
The simple touch of his fingers against hers sent a wave of heat rushing through her, a stark contrast to the icy guilt that had settled in her chest. "Yeah, just relaxing," she said, her voice a little too quiet, a little too strained.
 
She forced her eyes to focus on the screen, trying to suppress the lingering warmth from earlier, the intimacy she had shared with Ravi, the closeness that had shocked her to her core.
 
Amit leaned back, his arm casually resting along the back of the couch. “Good to have a quiet evening for once,” he said, his voice easy, oblivious to the storm of emotions still simmering inside Priya mind.
 
She smiled softly at his words, but the laughter that escaped her lips was gentle and forced, a fragile facade. "I can’t keep pretending. I can’t pretend that I’m okay. I just can’t be here, like nothing happened and be normal with Amit…"
 
Before she could settle into her thoughts, there was a soft knock at the door, the familiar sound of their dinner arriving. Priya exhaled sharply, grateful for the distraction.
 
“Thank God.” She stood, her movements automatic as she made her way to the door, her mind racing with everything that had passed between her and Ravi.
 
She grabbed the delivery bag, setting it down on the table with a soft clatter.

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