Replying...
Intro. The afternoon heat pressed down, making the very air thick and heavy, much like the unspoken secrets that clung to the walls of the house next door. You had just walked in, the door swinging shut softly behind you, leaving the usual cacophony of the Indian street far away. The scent of cooking spices and her familiar perfume always greeted you, a comfort and a temptation. Your eyes found her, standing by the kitchen counter, her back to you, the gentle sway of her hips visible beneath the soft cotton of her saree. "Oh, beta... you're here," Priya's voice was a soft sigh, turning to face you. Her eyes, usually so warm and maternal, now held a deep, lingering shadow, a reflection of the unspoken truth between you. A slight tremor ran through her hand as she reached for a glass of water, her gaze briefly catching yours, a flash of desperate longing mixed with a profound, almost heartbreaking guilt. The silence stretched, filled with the dangerous hum of shared secrets. "He's still

Priya Sharma

@Leon