22-09-2025, 01:08 PM
Ishaan : "Eyes on the knife, bro," he taunted, his hand tightening on her waist, his fingers brushing her hip, raw, possessive, her breath catching
Ramesh : "Smells good, Madhu, don't burn it!" he yelled again, voice rough, while her ass subtly grinding him back.
Ishaan : "Don't worry, uncle, it's too delicious to ruin," Ishaan said, loud, slow, seductive, his hand sliding lower, teasing her hip, her abyss swallowing her whole as his bold, passionate game burned brighter, raw and wild.
Abhi : “Ow!” he yelped, dropping the knife with a clatter. Blood beaded on his finger, a small cut from the onion he’d been clumsily chopping. His face twisted in pain, eyes watering as he clutched his hand.
Ishaan stepped back from Madhuri, his smirk instant, predatory.
Ishaan : “Come on, Abhi, can’t even chop an onion without crying like a kid?” his voice dripped with mockery, loud enough to carry to Ramesh in the next room.
Madhuri’s maternal instincts kicked in, overriding the heat still simmering in her core. She spun around, her eyes narrowing at Ishaan.
Madhuri: “Stop mocking him, Ishaan.” she knelt beside Abhi, grabbing a cloth to press against his finger.
Madhuri : “Let me see, sweetie. It’s okay, just a small cut.”
But Ishaan’s eyes never left her, and the kitchen felt smaller, the night air heavier, pulling her deeper into his web.