Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi was struck by how beautiful she looked, not just in the way the light illuminated her, but in the way she moved, the way she held herself. The way she existed in this space, so effortlessly, and yet so powerfully.
 
Priya Didi didn’t speak right away. She didn’t move either, just remained in the space between them, letting the silence stretch. The weight of her presence lingered, pulling him in further.
 
She finally broke the stillness with a small, tentative question. “Are you… working from home today?” she asked, her tone gentle, her eyes flicking toward the kettle on the stove, as though avoiding his gaze.
 
It was an innocent question. Casual. Yet, it felt like a bridge between them, a thread to hold onto, fragile but alive.
 
“Yes,” Ravi said. He paused, then added, “I’ve got a few meetings later, but nothing too intense.”
 
She nodded, her gaze still focused on the stove, as if looking at something other than him. But he noticed how her fingers, steady and sure, seemed to move a little more slowly now, as if the weight of his presence had shifted the rhythm of the moment.
 
He watched her hands, the way they moved gracefully, with purpose and grace, as though she had no awareness of the way she held his attention so completely.
 
She doesn’t even realize how beautiful she is, Ravi thought. And then, as if the space between them had become unbearable, Priya Didi cleared her throat, turning to face him fully now. There was a fleeting look of shyness, mixed with something more tender in her expression.
 
“I was… thinking of making breakfast,” she said, her voice lighter now. “Would you like some?”
 
Ravi nodded immediately, his heart pounding faster than he would’ve liked. “I’d love that.”
 
As she turned back to the stove, the conversation seemed to slow down again. She was back in her element now, her hands moving with familiarity, but her movements were not mechanical.
 
There was deliberate care in every action, the careful way she poured the oil into the pan, the softness with which she stirred the contents, the way she tasted the dish, her lips just barely parting as she blew on the spoon.
 
Ravi watched it all, not even sure if he was meant to be looking. But he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
 
For a long moment, the silence held between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was simply full, full of unspoken things, full of the weight of what had passed between them, and yet, it was still a moment of connection, brief and fleeting, but undeniable.
 
Priya Didi glanced up once more, catching his eye again. This time, she didn’t look away. There was something warm in her expression now, something she hadn’t let herself show before. And Ravi could only nod quietly, the words too much to speak.
 
The moment stretched between them, alive with everything they didn’t yet understand, but something had shifted. It wasn’t grand, and it wasn’t perfect.
 
But it was there. And in that stillness, they had found something to hold onto, a fragile connection.

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