"Haan...toh...?"
She turns around and captures his lips in a searing kiss.
Before he could gather himself from the shock of her response, she steps away to rescue the halwa. Giving it a couple of deft stirs, she looks at her flustered husband mischievously.
"Kya keh rahe the aap... badla, soot..."
😈
He looks grumpily at her. She had outwitted him not once but twice. As she kept stirring the halwa with a straight face, her waist plays peekaboo at him with every twirl and a plan formulates in his mind. He jumps down from the counter and pretends to walk towards the cupboard behind her on the pretext of keeping a container in. She doesn't suspect much until she feels something warm and wet on her exposed waist. She looks down to see him in his knees, his lips on her. He traces patterns making her knees go weak and she clutches his shoulder, her eyes shut. He continues his assault slightly shifting away the pallu and she let's out a soft moan.
"Anujjjj...."
As she feels herself transported to another world as his lips start exploring lower, he suddenly gets up making her snap her eyes open. He looks at her with a serious expression on her face. He points to the container in his hand.
"Ah... I think we need more sugar in the halwa... It's quite bland"
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