Adultery Priya Didi
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Exclamation 
He moved to Mumbai for a job.

He didn’t know he’d find a quiet storm waiting in Flat 205.

He didn't know that sweet storm comes in the form of his best friend and his bhava's wife



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A Teaser of   Priya Didi


Ravi
Moved to Mumbai for work,
Not knowing temptation
waited behind a half-open door.


Priya Didi
Newly married.
Best friend’s wife.
Beautiful.
Innocent.
Untouchable.

He never meant to fall.
She never meant to feel.
But some stories don’t ask for permission
They just begin.

Truth, hiding in plain sight
Loyalty, hanging by a thread
Desire… dressed as routine

A tale of conflict.
A whisper of confession.
A silence dressed as betrayal.
A story of forbidden desires.


A truth too dangerous to speak.
A crime no one dares to name.
A story of an untold crime.

An Erotic Crime Thriller

An Erotic Crime Thriller
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Priya Didi




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#3
Looks hot start the story
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nice, love thriller stories
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Excited
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(04-07-2025, 05:25 AM)Amino Wrote: Looks hot start the story


Hi Amino

Glad to see your curiosity sparked!

The story is taking shape behind the scenes… just a little more time, and I’ll unveil the grand beginning.

Let’s just say... it will hold up to your expectations... may be even more. ?

Let me know which flavor of mystery you prefer!

-- Shailu
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(04-07-2025, 09:14 AM)behka Wrote: nice, love thriller stories


Hi behka

It is nice to know you love thriller stories.  You are up for a wonderful start of this story.  I am pretty much ready to start the story.  I really want to see how you like it.

Which type of thriller stories you like?

Thank you for your comments

-- Shailu
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(04-07-2025, 10:42 AM)Projectmp Wrote: Excited


Hi Projectmp

Thank you for your comments.  I will not disappoint you.

I am sure it will excite you even more when you get to know Priya Didi.

-- Shailu
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#9
I just read your story “ Antarvasana” it’s top notch sexcellent story.
Exited for this one.
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Great start
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(04-07-2025, 11:16 PM)AB-the Unicorn Wrote: I just read your story “ Antarvasana” it’s top notch sexcellent story.
Exited for this one.

Hi AB-the Unicorn

Thank you so much for your kind words! 

I’m really glad you enjoyed Antarvasana.  Your support means a lot. 

Priya Didi’s story will be coming up very soon.

Excited to share it with you! 

I’d really appreciate your help, comments, and feedback so I can continue improving and building up my writing skills.


Warm regards

-- Shailu
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(05-07-2025, 08:32 AM)Jayam Ramana Wrote: Great start

Hi Jayam Ramana

Thank you so much for your complements.

I am almost finishing the first few scenes of Priya Didi.  It will be coming very soon.

I would really appreciate your feedback on it.

Thank you

-- Shailu
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Priya Didi - An Erotic Crime Thriller



Prologue - The Crime That Has No Name


They say the world runs on rules - written and unwritten.

On loyalty, decency, marriage vows and mourning rituals.

But if you listen closely, past the noise of traffic, sermons, and breaking news, you’ll hear what really moves it:

Longing.

Not love. Longing. 

The kind that wakes quietly. Waits patiently for the right Opportunity. And never asks permission.


In cities like Mumbai covered in ambition, glitter, and fatigue, people don’t fall from grace in grand, biblical ways.



They drift. 

Step by step. 

Thought by thought.

They go from routine to risk without realizing it.

And then, what once felt impossible becomes inevitable.


A married woman makes an extra cup of tea.
A young man lingers at the doorway too long.
A dinner table holds three people - but only two eyes that keep meeting.


And nobody calls it wrong. Because nothing’s happened out loud


Morals? They’re just window dressing. 

The world wears them like perfume, pleasant, performative, and gone by evening. What remains is need.

Need that justifies itself in silence.

Need that dresses up as routine.



People don’t become criminals in a moment. 

They become them in hesitation, in excuses, in that first thought they pretend they didn’t have. 

And some crimes, the real ones, are never even named.


This is a story about one such crime.





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Priya

She wasn’t searching for trouble.


She had everything she was told she needed:
A husband.
A flat in a gated community.
A quiet life in a respectable part of town.
Her days were filled with lists, laundry, and waiting.
She was polite. Helpful. She smiled often. Too often

She wasn’t bored.
She wasn’t unloved.
She wasn’t unhappy.

She was just… alone.
Alone in the way only women in quiet marriages understand.
Alone in a house where the clock ticks louder than conversation.

And then one evening, someone else entered that silence.

He wasn’t a stranger. Just a guest.

Her husband’s friend:
Young, warm, 
Full of laughter that came too easily.

He arrived with a suitcase, an apologetic smile, and eyes that saw her for more than what she did in the kitchen.

And something shifted.
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It wasn’t love.

It wasn’t lust.

It was attention.

The simple, unspoken kind. And it was enough.


She didn’t mean for it to grow.

He didn’t mean to fall.


But then came the silence. The timing. 
The locked doors.
The opportunity. 

The Longing and The Opportunity

And that was all it needed.

Because longing is not enough. Instinct is not enough.
The animal inside us waits for opportunity, and once it arrives, everything else is just gravity.

We’re all well-behaved in the daylight.
Gentlemen. Ladies. Smiling neighbors.
But take away the rules, the witnesses, the light…
and the animal inside no longer pretends.
It doesn’t ask.
It doesn’t wait.
It just watches… and chooses its moment.


This story is not about love.

It is about silence.
It is about the kind that binds people together…

It is about the kind that gets them killed.

This is about the crime that has no name.


Priya Didi  The Crime That Has No Name.



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The First Glance


The cab turned past the manicured hedges and paused at the guard boom of Silver Heights

A quiet but upscale residential enclave tucked into a green pocket of Mumbai’s suburbs.

Elegant without being flashy.

The kind of place where families wore Apple Watches but still remembered birthdays.

Ravi stepped out, adjusting the strap of his duffel.

The July air was thick with sea moisture.

He looked up at the warm-toned building with long balconies, flower boxes, and evening lights beginning to flicker on.



Flat 205.

Before he could press the bell, the door opened.

Amit stood there, same disarming smile, same breezy energy.

A bit of grey at the temples now, but still sharp-eyed and quick to laugh.

“Look at you,” Amit said,

Pulling him into a half-hug. “All grown up and still pretending to be polite.”

Ravi grinned. “Someone has to keep the image clean for the neighbors.”

“Come in, come in. You’re late. My wife’s convinced you were going to skip.”


Ravi stepped in.

The flat had a calming presence, open, lived-in, tastefully messy.

Framed prints on the walls, a faint scent of sandalwood and fabric softener, and one window open to the evening breeze.

“I thought you’d be working late,” Ravi said, setting his bag near the shoe rack.

“I was. But Priya insisted,  ‘he’s your brother’s friend, not a courier, be home when he arrives’,  so, I ran home early. You’ll see what I mean.”

Ravi didn’t get a chance to respond.

Because just then, she walked in from the hallway, wiping her hands on a soft towel, adjusting her hair with her wrist.

“Did he bring the famous Hyderabadi biscuits or just his charming personality?” she asked, teasing.



Ravi turned - and froze.




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Priya Didi


She wasn’t dramatic. She wasn’t dressed up. And yet, something about her presence quieted the room.

She was tall and slim, like a stroke of fine charcoal across handmade paper, elegant, but with curves where curves belonged.

The kind of proportions that weren’t loud, but memorable, like a temple bell heard in passing.

Her waist was slender, graceful, not drawn in, not held back, but naturally tapering like the middle of a well played tanpura.

Hips soft and slim, understated, a quiet fullness that suggested femininity in its calmest form.

Her bust, elegantly shaped.  Every inch of her felt measured not in inches, but in intent.  Full and perfect breasts are her asset.

She was very fair like the inner glow of someone who wakes with the sun and sleeps in jasmine air.

Her skin held the tone of early morning milk, untouched, unblemished, almost unreal in city light.

Her hair, long, thick and black like ink yet to be written with, often loose, sometimes knotted lazily over one shoulder.

It moved when she did not too fast, not too still, like something alive, with its own mind.

Eyes? Wide, brown, and wet, not in sadness, but in depth. There was something eternal about the way she looked at you.

Her lips were neither full nor thin, just right, and held in that halfway shape poets die for: not smiling, not cold, just quiet… with a secret it never fully gave away.

Even her silences were seductive.

Even her footsteps felt like memories returning.





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Her black tank top was tucked casually into high-waisted jeans.

A thin chain at her neck caught the light.

Her feet were bare, toenails painted a muted burgundy.

Her hair fell over one shoulder in a loose braid, a few strands escaping.

Her skin glowed softly in the golden light of the drawing room, and her eyes—direct, curious, welcoming—met his with full attention.

“Hi,” she said with a small smile. “I’m Priya.”

“I... yes. Hi,” Ravi replied, clearing his throat. “Ravi.”

He extended his hand. She shook it, firm and friendly.

“I hope Amit’s told you we’re putting you to work from Day One. This isn’t a hotel,” she said, still smiling.

Amit chuckled behind them. “She’s kidding. Maybe.”

Ravi smiled, but his mind was still trying to recalibrate.

He hadn’t expected this, not from the way Amit had spoken about her. “Simple, smart, grounded,” he’d said once.

None of those words had prepared him for this kind of charisma.

As she turned to set glasses on the table,

Ravi noticed how effortlessly she moved

Like she belonged not just in this flat, but in this moment.

Like she was part of a rhythm he hadn’t realized was missing.


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Over the next half hour, the three of them sat around the dining table,

Sharing cold coffee and laughter.

Amit pulled out old stories, some exaggerated, some not

Ravi joined in with the kind of ease only reserved for people you’ve known through different seasons of life.

But every now and then, between the teasing and the sipping, Ravi’s eyes drifted toward her.

She had a way of listening intently.

She laughed freely, without holding back.

She touched Amit’s arm when she disagreed with him

And turned her gaze fully toward Ravi when she asked about his work, his move, his new life.

She wasn’t just beautiful.

She was present.

In every sense.
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Later that night, after the lights were dimmed and the guest mattress laid out

Ravi lay awake in the quiet of Flat 205.

He could hear the occasional water drop from a distant tap, the city humming far below.

He wasn’t sure what had left a stronger mark, Amit’s warmth, or Priya’s presence.


But he knew one thing:

This new chapter in Mumbai had already begun with a sentence he hadn't written.

And maybe, just maybe, someone else had picked up the pen before him.




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Amazing start
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