Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The Weight of Silence (Saturday Late Night)
 

The room was dark, but sleep refused to come.
 
Ravi lay flat on his back on the narrow bed in Flat 205, staring at the ceiling fan as it turned lazily, its faint whirr cutting through the stillness of the night. The rest of the apartment had surrendered to sleep long ago.
Priya Didi and Amit’s bedroom door was closed. The lights were off. Even the city outside, usually restless, seemed quieter than usual, as if it too had chosen restraint tonight.
 
But inside Ravi, there was no quiet.
 
His phone lay beside him on the bed, screen dark now, face down, as if even it was ashamed of what it held. Yet Ravi didn’t need to look at it. Every word of Priya Didi’s message was etched into him, sharp and permanent, replaying again and again in his mind with merciless clarity.
 
“This should not have happened, Ravi.”
“You crossed a line.”
“Please understand my position.”
 
Each sentence landed like a verdict, final, unquestionable.
 
He closed his eyes tightly, hoping darkness would bring relief. Instead, memories flooded in, unwanted and vivid. Her voice, not angry, not loud, but controlled. Measured. That tone unsettled him more than shouting ever could. Disappointment carried a weight that anger didn’t.
 
“I never meant to hurt you,” he thought, his throat tightening.
“I never forced anything. I asked. I waited. She didn’t stop me.”
 
The thought circled, restless, refusing to settle.
 
“She agreed… didn’t she?”
 
Yet the truth pressed in, heavy and undeniable.
 
Something had gone wrong.
Even if he didn’t fully understand how.
 
Ravi turned onto his side, curling slightly, as if his body itself were trying to retreat from the unease pressing against his chest. His breathing grew shallow. He rubbed his eyes hard, as though friction might erase the confusion lodged behind them.
 
“Why does it feel like a crime if no one said no?”
“Why does it feel like I’m being punished for something we both allowed?”
 
The questions had no answers. Only echoes.
 
He sat up abruptly, swinging his legs off the bed, elbows resting on his knees. His phone vibrated then, not with a new message, but with the ghost of hope his heart stubbornly refused to let die. For one brief, foolish second, he imagined her name lighting up the screen again.
 
It didn’t.
 
There was only silence.
 
And that silence felt louder than any accusation.

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