30-05-2026, 02:47 PM
The alarm blared at 7:30 AM.
Neither of them heard it.
Devika floated in restless dreams — Kulkarni's hands on her waist, his mouth on hers, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. She shifted under the sheet, one leg thrown over Arjun's thigh, her face buried in the pillow.
Beside her, Arjun slept like the dead. Mouth open. Arms splayed. Breathing deep and undisturbed.
The alarm stopped automatically after two minutes.
Silence returned to the bedroom.
Outside, Pune woke up. Auto-rickshaws honked. Vegetable vendors called their prices. The building stirred — footsteps on stairs, doors opening and closing, the morning sounds of families getting ready for another day.
But in Flat 2B, both husband and wife remained unconscious.
It wasn't until 10:47 AM that Arjun's eyes finally opened.
He blinked at the ceiling. Confused. His mind foggy like someone had stuffed cotton in his skull.
Then he saw the time on his phone and sat up so fast his vision swam.
"Fuck!"
The sudden movement jolted Devika awake. She gasped, disoriented, one hand flying to her chest where the saree had loosened during sleep.
"What—"
"It's almost eleven!" Arjun scrambled out of bed, searching for his phone charger. "I missed three calls from office. Three!"
Reality crashed back into Devika's consciousness. Morning. Arjun. The office. Everything normal and routine and—
Kulkarni.
Her hand flew to her lips. Still tender from his kisses. She touched them gently, feeling the slight swelling.
"How did we sleep this late?" Arjun was already typing furiously on his phone. "I never oversleep. Never."
The spray. He drugged you.
Guilt twisted in Devika's stomach. She pulled the saree tighter around herself and sat up slowly.
"Maybe you were very tired. Yesterday you worked until—"
"I work late every day. That doesn't make me sleep twelve hours." He ran his hand through his messy hair. "I feel weird. Like... heavy. Groggy."
Because an old man sprayed sleeping chemicals in your face while planning to seduce your wife.
"Just tired," she said softly. "You should rest more."
"Can't." Arjun was already pulling on trousers. "I'll take first half leave. Go in after lunch. Richard's going to kill me."
He disappeared into the bathroom. The shower started.
Devika sat on the bed and stared at her hands.
Last night had happened. Really happened. Not some fevered dream or guilt-induced hallucination.
Kulkarni had broken into her flat. Had climbed into her bed. Had kissed her while Arjun slept drugged beside them.
And she'd kissed him back.
What kind of woman am I?
Her fingers moved to her waist where his hands had roamed under the saree. Touched her navel where his tongue had traced circles yesterday in the kitchen. Slid down to her thighs where—
The bathroom door opened.
"Can you make chai?" Arjun called out, toweling his hair. "Strong one. I need to wake up properly."
"Yes." Devika stood quickly. "I'll make breakfast also."
"No time for breakfast. Just chai."
She nodded. Gathered the saree more securely around herself and padded to the kitchen on bare feet.
While the chai boiled, she caught her reflection in the small mirror near the spice rack. Her hair was a mess. Her lips looked kissed. Dark circles shadowed her eyes from the restless sleep.
She looked like exactly what she was — a woman who'd spent half the night grinding on another man's cock while her husband snored obliviously.
I can't do this again. Can't let him—
But even as she thought it, her pussy gave a traitorous throb.
The chai finished boiling. She strained it into a cup. Added two spoons of sugar like Arjun preferred.
Brought it to him in the bedroom where he sat on the bed checking emails.
"Thanks." He took the cup without looking up. Sipped. Scrolled through his phone. "Fuck, so many messages."
Devika stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do with herself.
"You should go back to sleep," Arjun said absently. "You also look tired."
"I'm okay."
"Still. Rest." He finally looked up at her. "We both slept weirdly. Maybe something in the dinner?"
Or maybe someone drugged you so he could molest your wife.
"Maybe," she whispered.
Arjun finished his chai. Set the cup aside. "I'll work from home until lunch. Then go to office for second half."
"Okay."
The morning crawled by.
Arjun sat at the dining table with his laptop, typing furiously, joining video calls, completely absorbed in work.
Devika cleaned the kitchen. Swept the floors. Watered the plants on the balcony. Anything to keep her hands busy and her mind from replaying last night.
But it didn't work.
Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Kulkarni's weight on top of her. His mustache tickling her neck. His cock pressing between her legs through the fabric.
I love you.
Those words. Spoken so simply. Like they were true.
Around 1 PM, Arjun finally closed his laptop.
"I need to get ready. Have to reach office by two."
Devika nodded from the kitchen where she was washing lunch vessels.
He went to the bedroom. Emerged ten minutes later in a fresh shirt and pressed trousers, hair combed, looking every inch the professional IT engineer.
"I'll be back late. Probably nine or ten."
"Okay."
He grabbed his laptop bag. Checked his phone one more time. Then paused at the door.
A knock.
Arjun opened it to find Kulkarni standing there in a fresh white kurta, smiling warmly.
"Good afternoon, beta! Working from home today?"
"Uncle! Just leaving actually. Took first half off." Arjun stepped aside. "Come in, come in."
Devika's heart stopped.
From the kitchen, she watched Kulkarni enter their flat. Watched his eyes scan the room until they found her standing at the sink.
Their gazes locked.
And Kulkarni smiled. That special smile — knowing, hungry, possessive.
Heat flooded Devika's face. She looked away quickly, focusing on the vessel in her hands.
"Actually I can't stay long—" Kulkarni started.
"No, no, you must sit." Arjun gestured to the sofa. "Just five minutes."
Kulkarni settled onto the sofa like he owned it. Legs spread comfortably. Arms stretched across the backrest. Eyes tracking Devika's movements in the kitchen.
"So strange," Arjun was saying. "Both of us overslept today. Never happened before."
"Maybe the weather. Very humid last night." Kulkarni's gaze never left Devika. "Makes people sleep heavily."
"True, true."
They chatted. Small talk about work, about the building, about nothing important.
But Devika felt every word like fingers on her skin. Felt Kulkarni's eyes following her as she dried vessels. As she bent to put them away. As she adjusted her pallu.
Finally Arjun glanced at his watch. "I should go. Richard's already sent three reminder messages."
"Of course, beta. Don't let me keep you."
They both stood. Walked toward the door.
Arjun paused. "Actually, Devi didn't cook much today since I was home. Uncle, why don't you have lunch here? She can serve you something."
Devika's hands stopped mid-motion. The vessel she was holding slipped, clattering into the sink.
"No, no—" Kulkarni waved his hand. "I couldn't impose—"
"It's no imposition! You helped her so much yesterday with that government office. Least we can do is feed you." Arjun smiled. "Devi, serve Uncle whatever's there, okay?"
"But—" Her voice came out strangled. "Uncle probably has his own—"
"Nonsense. He's alone. Always cooking for himself." Arjun turned to Kulkarni. "Please, Uncle. Stay. Eat. Keep Devi company for a bit."
The two men looked at each other. Some unspoken communication passed between them that Devika couldn't read.
Then Kulkarni smiled. "If you insist, beta. I wouldn't want to refuse your hospitality."
"Good! Settled then." Arjun grabbed his bag. "Okay, I'm off. Take care, both of you."
He left.
The door clicked shut.
And suddenly the flat felt impossibly small.
Devika stood frozen at the sink, her back to the living room, listening to Kulkarni's breathing.
She heard him stand from the sofa. Heard his soft footsteps crossing the floor.
Coming closer.
"You didn't look at me once," his voice said from directly behind her. "Not even when your husband invited me to stay."
Devika's hands gripped the edge of the sink. "Please leave."
"But your husband asked me to stay. To eat. Would be rude to refuse."
"I don't care—"
"And you promised to serve me." His voice dropped lower. "Serve me, Devika. Like a good wife."
She spun around. Bad idea.
He stood right there — less than a foot away — blocking her exit from the kitchen.
"Yesterday was a mistake," she said quickly. "What happened... it shouldn't have happened. You broke my trust—"
"I know."
"—came into my house uninvited, drugged my husband—"
"I know."
"—touched me, kissed me, made me do things—"
"You wanted to do them." His eyes held hers. "Don't pretend you didn't."
"That doesn't matter! It was wrong. All of it was wrong." Her voice shook. "We can't... this can't continue—"
"Why not?"
"Because I'm married!"
"To a man who leaves you alone every night. Who sleeps beside you without touching you. Who treats you like a housekeeper instead of a woman." Kulkarni took a small step closer. "You deserve better."
"You don't know anything about my marriage—"
"I know you were wet in that auto. Soaking through your leggings while you ground on my cock." Another step. "I know you kissed me back last night. Grabbed my hair. Moaned my name."
"Stop—"
"I know your body, Devika. Know what it wants even when your mind fights it."
She pressed back against the counter. "You're disgusting."
"Maybe." He smiled. That perverted smile that should have repulsed her. "But you like it."
"I don't—"
"Then why are your nipples hard?"
Her hands flew to her chest instinctively. And realized he was right — beneath the blouse and saree, her traitorous nipples had tightened into points.
"That's just... it's cold—"
"It's thirty-five degrees outside." His gaze dropped to her breasts. "Your body remembers me, beta. Remembers how I touched you. Wants more."
"This is lust. Pure lust. Not love—"
"Yes." He didn't deny it. "Both. I lust for you. This perfect body, these curves, the way you move in soft sarees." His eyes traveled slowly over her. "But I also love you. Love your innocence. Your kindness. The way you care for everyone."
"That's not love—"
"Call it what you want." He shrugged. "Doesn't change how I feel. Or what I'm going to do about it."
Before she could respond, he moved.
One smooth motion and suddenly he was behind her. His chest against her back. His breath on her neck.
"Uncle—"
His arms came around her waist. Pulled her back against him firmly.
"Keep washing vessels," he murmured in her ear. "Don't want to waste water."
"Let me go—"
But his arms tightened. Held her pinned against his body while her hands remained trapped at the sink.
She could feel him. All of him. The softness of his belly. The hardness growing in his lungi, pressing against her saree-covered ass.
"Please—" Her voice came out breathy. "Please leave—"
"Shh. Just stay like this for a minute." His nose traced the line of her neck. "Let me feel you."
His hips pushed forward. Pressing his erection firmly against her ass. Making sure she felt exactly what she did to him.
Devika's hands gripped the edge of the sink. She should push him away. Should scream. Should—
But she didn't move.
Just stood there with her wet, bangle-clad hands dripping soapy water while an old man pressed his cock against her and breathed in her scent.
His hands moved. Sliding from her waist down over her hips. Feeling the curve of her ass through the saree.
"Perfect," he breathed. "So fucking perfect."
Then his hands slid up. Over her stomach. Pausing at her waist.
His fingers found the knot where she'd tied her saree — tucked high above her navel.
"This is a sin," he murmured. "Tying your saree so high. Hiding this beautiful belly from the world."
"Don't—"
But his fingers were already working. Loosening the knot. Pulling the pleats free.
"No—" Devika grabbed at his hands. "Uncle, no—"
Too late.
The saree loosened. The pleats fell. Several inches of fabric unraveled, sliding down her hips.
And suddenly her midriff was exposed. That smooth expanse of fair skin from her blouse to her petticoat. Her navel on full display.
"There it is." Kulkarni's voice shook with reverence. "So beautiful."
His hand splayed across her bare stomach. Felt the warmth of her skin. The softness. The way her muscles tensed under his touch.
"Please—" Devika's protest died as his finger found her navel. "Ahh—"
He traced the rim. Gentle circles around the small indentation. Then dipped his finger inside.
Devika's knees buckled.
Kulkarni held her upright, one arm around her waist, the other hand playing with her navel.
"You're married, Devika," he whispered in her ear. "Married but neglected. So let's have an affair."
"No—"
"When your husband leaves for office, you'll be mine." His finger pushed deeper into her navel. "Every moment he's away, we'll enjoy together. Touch. Kiss. More."
"We can't—" She squeezed her eyes shut. "It's wrong—"
"It's what you need." He rubbed slow circles on her stomach. "What your body is begging for."
His cock throbbed against her ass. She could feel it — thick and hard through the lungi — pressing between her buttocks like it wanted inside.
Today. It's going to happen today. He's going to take me right here—
But suddenly Kulkarni released her.
Stepped back. Put space between their bodies.
Devika stood at the sink, panting, her saree falling loose around her exposed waist.
"What—" She turned to look at him. "Why—"
He smiled. That perverted, knowing smile. "Not today, beta."
"But—"
"I'll take you slowly. Properly. Not rushed like some animal." His eyes traveled over her disheveled state. "Want you to think about it. Dream about it. Get so wet you can't stand it."
He moved past her toward the living room.
Devika just stared, confused and aching and relieved and disappointed all at once.
At the door, Kulkarni paused. Looked back at her one more time.
"Fix your saree. Before your husband comes home."
Then he crossed the distance in two quick steps. His hand came to her ass — cupped one cheek through the loose fabric — and gave it a firm pat.
Not a gentle pat. A claiming pat. Possessive. Promising.
"See you tonight, Devika."
He left.
The door closed behind him.
And Devika stood alone in her kitchen with her saree falling loose around her waist, her navel exposed, her pussy throbbing, and the ghost of his touch burning everywhere he'd held her.
Oh god.
She sank to the floor.
Put her face in her hands.
And tried very, very hard not to cry.
Neither of them heard it.
Devika floated in restless dreams — Kulkarni's hands on her waist, his mouth on hers, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. She shifted under the sheet, one leg thrown over Arjun's thigh, her face buried in the pillow.
Beside her, Arjun slept like the dead. Mouth open. Arms splayed. Breathing deep and undisturbed.
The alarm stopped automatically after two minutes.
Silence returned to the bedroom.
Outside, Pune woke up. Auto-rickshaws honked. Vegetable vendors called their prices. The building stirred — footsteps on stairs, doors opening and closing, the morning sounds of families getting ready for another day.
But in Flat 2B, both husband and wife remained unconscious.
It wasn't until 10:47 AM that Arjun's eyes finally opened.
He blinked at the ceiling. Confused. His mind foggy like someone had stuffed cotton in his skull.
Then he saw the time on his phone and sat up so fast his vision swam.
"Fuck!"
The sudden movement jolted Devika awake. She gasped, disoriented, one hand flying to her chest where the saree had loosened during sleep.
"What—"
"It's almost eleven!" Arjun scrambled out of bed, searching for his phone charger. "I missed three calls from office. Three!"
Reality crashed back into Devika's consciousness. Morning. Arjun. The office. Everything normal and routine and—
Kulkarni.
Her hand flew to her lips. Still tender from his kisses. She touched them gently, feeling the slight swelling.
"How did we sleep this late?" Arjun was already typing furiously on his phone. "I never oversleep. Never."
The spray. He drugged you.
Guilt twisted in Devika's stomach. She pulled the saree tighter around herself and sat up slowly.
"Maybe you were very tired. Yesterday you worked until—"
"I work late every day. That doesn't make me sleep twelve hours." He ran his hand through his messy hair. "I feel weird. Like... heavy. Groggy."
Because an old man sprayed sleeping chemicals in your face while planning to seduce your wife.
"Just tired," she said softly. "You should rest more."
"Can't." Arjun was already pulling on trousers. "I'll take first half leave. Go in after lunch. Richard's going to kill me."
He disappeared into the bathroom. The shower started.
Devika sat on the bed and stared at her hands.
Last night had happened. Really happened. Not some fevered dream or guilt-induced hallucination.
Kulkarni had broken into her flat. Had climbed into her bed. Had kissed her while Arjun slept drugged beside them.
And she'd kissed him back.
What kind of woman am I?
Her fingers moved to her waist where his hands had roamed under the saree. Touched her navel where his tongue had traced circles yesterday in the kitchen. Slid down to her thighs where—
The bathroom door opened.
"Can you make chai?" Arjun called out, toweling his hair. "Strong one. I need to wake up properly."
"Yes." Devika stood quickly. "I'll make breakfast also."
"No time for breakfast. Just chai."
She nodded. Gathered the saree more securely around herself and padded to the kitchen on bare feet.
While the chai boiled, she caught her reflection in the small mirror near the spice rack. Her hair was a mess. Her lips looked kissed. Dark circles shadowed her eyes from the restless sleep.
She looked like exactly what she was — a woman who'd spent half the night grinding on another man's cock while her husband snored obliviously.
I can't do this again. Can't let him—
But even as she thought it, her pussy gave a traitorous throb.
The chai finished boiling. She strained it into a cup. Added two spoons of sugar like Arjun preferred.
Brought it to him in the bedroom where he sat on the bed checking emails.
"Thanks." He took the cup without looking up. Sipped. Scrolled through his phone. "Fuck, so many messages."
Devika stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do with herself.
"You should go back to sleep," Arjun said absently. "You also look tired."
"I'm okay."
"Still. Rest." He finally looked up at her. "We both slept weirdly. Maybe something in the dinner?"
Or maybe someone drugged you so he could molest your wife.
"Maybe," she whispered.
Arjun finished his chai. Set the cup aside. "I'll work from home until lunch. Then go to office for second half."
"Okay."
The morning crawled by.
Arjun sat at the dining table with his laptop, typing furiously, joining video calls, completely absorbed in work.
Devika cleaned the kitchen. Swept the floors. Watered the plants on the balcony. Anything to keep her hands busy and her mind from replaying last night.
But it didn't work.
Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Kulkarni's weight on top of her. His mustache tickling her neck. His cock pressing between her legs through the fabric.
I love you.
Those words. Spoken so simply. Like they were true.
Around 1 PM, Arjun finally closed his laptop.
"I need to get ready. Have to reach office by two."
Devika nodded from the kitchen where she was washing lunch vessels.
He went to the bedroom. Emerged ten minutes later in a fresh shirt and pressed trousers, hair combed, looking every inch the professional IT engineer.
"I'll be back late. Probably nine or ten."
"Okay."
He grabbed his laptop bag. Checked his phone one more time. Then paused at the door.
A knock.
Arjun opened it to find Kulkarni standing there in a fresh white kurta, smiling warmly.
"Good afternoon, beta! Working from home today?"
"Uncle! Just leaving actually. Took first half off." Arjun stepped aside. "Come in, come in."
Devika's heart stopped.
From the kitchen, she watched Kulkarni enter their flat. Watched his eyes scan the room until they found her standing at the sink.
Their gazes locked.
And Kulkarni smiled. That special smile — knowing, hungry, possessive.
Heat flooded Devika's face. She looked away quickly, focusing on the vessel in her hands.
"Actually I can't stay long—" Kulkarni started.
"No, no, you must sit." Arjun gestured to the sofa. "Just five minutes."
Kulkarni settled onto the sofa like he owned it. Legs spread comfortably. Arms stretched across the backrest. Eyes tracking Devika's movements in the kitchen.
"So strange," Arjun was saying. "Both of us overslept today. Never happened before."
"Maybe the weather. Very humid last night." Kulkarni's gaze never left Devika. "Makes people sleep heavily."
"True, true."
They chatted. Small talk about work, about the building, about nothing important.
But Devika felt every word like fingers on her skin. Felt Kulkarni's eyes following her as she dried vessels. As she bent to put them away. As she adjusted her pallu.
Finally Arjun glanced at his watch. "I should go. Richard's already sent three reminder messages."
"Of course, beta. Don't let me keep you."
They both stood. Walked toward the door.
Arjun paused. "Actually, Devi didn't cook much today since I was home. Uncle, why don't you have lunch here? She can serve you something."
Devika's hands stopped mid-motion. The vessel she was holding slipped, clattering into the sink.
"No, no—" Kulkarni waved his hand. "I couldn't impose—"
"It's no imposition! You helped her so much yesterday with that government office. Least we can do is feed you." Arjun smiled. "Devi, serve Uncle whatever's there, okay?"
"But—" Her voice came out strangled. "Uncle probably has his own—"
"Nonsense. He's alone. Always cooking for himself." Arjun turned to Kulkarni. "Please, Uncle. Stay. Eat. Keep Devi company for a bit."
The two men looked at each other. Some unspoken communication passed between them that Devika couldn't read.
Then Kulkarni smiled. "If you insist, beta. I wouldn't want to refuse your hospitality."
"Good! Settled then." Arjun grabbed his bag. "Okay, I'm off. Take care, both of you."
He left.
The door clicked shut.
And suddenly the flat felt impossibly small.
Devika stood frozen at the sink, her back to the living room, listening to Kulkarni's breathing.
She heard him stand from the sofa. Heard his soft footsteps crossing the floor.
Coming closer.
"You didn't look at me once," his voice said from directly behind her. "Not even when your husband invited me to stay."
Devika's hands gripped the edge of the sink. "Please leave."
"But your husband asked me to stay. To eat. Would be rude to refuse."
"I don't care—"
"And you promised to serve me." His voice dropped lower. "Serve me, Devika. Like a good wife."
She spun around. Bad idea.
He stood right there — less than a foot away — blocking her exit from the kitchen.
"Yesterday was a mistake," she said quickly. "What happened... it shouldn't have happened. You broke my trust—"
"I know."
"—came into my house uninvited, drugged my husband—"
"I know."
"—touched me, kissed me, made me do things—"
"You wanted to do them." His eyes held hers. "Don't pretend you didn't."
"That doesn't matter! It was wrong. All of it was wrong." Her voice shook. "We can't... this can't continue—"
"Why not?"
"Because I'm married!"
"To a man who leaves you alone every night. Who sleeps beside you without touching you. Who treats you like a housekeeper instead of a woman." Kulkarni took a small step closer. "You deserve better."
"You don't know anything about my marriage—"
"I know you were wet in that auto. Soaking through your leggings while you ground on my cock." Another step. "I know you kissed me back last night. Grabbed my hair. Moaned my name."
"Stop—"
"I know your body, Devika. Know what it wants even when your mind fights it."
She pressed back against the counter. "You're disgusting."
"Maybe." He smiled. That perverted smile that should have repulsed her. "But you like it."
"I don't—"
"Then why are your nipples hard?"
Her hands flew to her chest instinctively. And realized he was right — beneath the blouse and saree, her traitorous nipples had tightened into points.
"That's just... it's cold—"
"It's thirty-five degrees outside." His gaze dropped to her breasts. "Your body remembers me, beta. Remembers how I touched you. Wants more."
"This is lust. Pure lust. Not love—"
"Yes." He didn't deny it. "Both. I lust for you. This perfect body, these curves, the way you move in soft sarees." His eyes traveled slowly over her. "But I also love you. Love your innocence. Your kindness. The way you care for everyone."
"That's not love—"
"Call it what you want." He shrugged. "Doesn't change how I feel. Or what I'm going to do about it."
Before she could respond, he moved.
One smooth motion and suddenly he was behind her. His chest against her back. His breath on her neck.
"Uncle—"
His arms came around her waist. Pulled her back against him firmly.
"Keep washing vessels," he murmured in her ear. "Don't want to waste water."
"Let me go—"
But his arms tightened. Held her pinned against his body while her hands remained trapped at the sink.
She could feel him. All of him. The softness of his belly. The hardness growing in his lungi, pressing against her saree-covered ass.
"Please—" Her voice came out breathy. "Please leave—"
"Shh. Just stay like this for a minute." His nose traced the line of her neck. "Let me feel you."
His hips pushed forward. Pressing his erection firmly against her ass. Making sure she felt exactly what she did to him.
Devika's hands gripped the edge of the sink. She should push him away. Should scream. Should—
But she didn't move.
Just stood there with her wet, bangle-clad hands dripping soapy water while an old man pressed his cock against her and breathed in her scent.
His hands moved. Sliding from her waist down over her hips. Feeling the curve of her ass through the saree.
"Perfect," he breathed. "So fucking perfect."
Then his hands slid up. Over her stomach. Pausing at her waist.
His fingers found the knot where she'd tied her saree — tucked high above her navel.
"This is a sin," he murmured. "Tying your saree so high. Hiding this beautiful belly from the world."
"Don't—"
But his fingers were already working. Loosening the knot. Pulling the pleats free.
"No—" Devika grabbed at his hands. "Uncle, no—"
Too late.
The saree loosened. The pleats fell. Several inches of fabric unraveled, sliding down her hips.
And suddenly her midriff was exposed. That smooth expanse of fair skin from her blouse to her petticoat. Her navel on full display.
"There it is." Kulkarni's voice shook with reverence. "So beautiful."
His hand splayed across her bare stomach. Felt the warmth of her skin. The softness. The way her muscles tensed under his touch.
"Please—" Devika's protest died as his finger found her navel. "Ahh—"
He traced the rim. Gentle circles around the small indentation. Then dipped his finger inside.
Devika's knees buckled.
Kulkarni held her upright, one arm around her waist, the other hand playing with her navel.
"You're married, Devika," he whispered in her ear. "Married but neglected. So let's have an affair."
"No—"
"When your husband leaves for office, you'll be mine." His finger pushed deeper into her navel. "Every moment he's away, we'll enjoy together. Touch. Kiss. More."
"We can't—" She squeezed her eyes shut. "It's wrong—"
"It's what you need." He rubbed slow circles on her stomach. "What your body is begging for."
His cock throbbed against her ass. She could feel it — thick and hard through the lungi — pressing between her buttocks like it wanted inside.
Today. It's going to happen today. He's going to take me right here—
But suddenly Kulkarni released her.
Stepped back. Put space between their bodies.
Devika stood at the sink, panting, her saree falling loose around her exposed waist.
"What—" She turned to look at him. "Why—"
He smiled. That perverted, knowing smile. "Not today, beta."
"But—"
"I'll take you slowly. Properly. Not rushed like some animal." His eyes traveled over her disheveled state. "Want you to think about it. Dream about it. Get so wet you can't stand it."
He moved past her toward the living room.
Devika just stared, confused and aching and relieved and disappointed all at once.
At the door, Kulkarni paused. Looked back at her one more time.
"Fix your saree. Before your husband comes home."
Then he crossed the distance in two quick steps. His hand came to her ass — cupped one cheek through the loose fabric — and gave it a firm pat.
Not a gentle pat. A claiming pat. Possessive. Promising.
"See you tonight, Devika."
He left.
The door closed behind him.
And Devika stood alone in her kitchen with her saree falling loose around her waist, her navel exposed, her pussy throbbing, and the ghost of his touch burning everywhere he'd held her.
Oh god.
She sank to the floor.
Put her face in her hands.
And tried very, very hard not to cry.
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