Crush fever

The Uninvited Guest

Karan woke up first, smiling as he gazed at Dhruthi's peaceful face. He gently pecked her temples, then got ready for the day.

Next, he started making dosas, filling the kitchen with the savory aroma of fermented batter and sizzling hot pans.

Dhruthi stirred, opening her eyes to find Karan cooking. She stretched, feeling refreshed.

"Good morning," Karan said, his voice warm. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, thanks," Dhruthi replied, her voice husky from sleep. "What's cooking?"

"Your favorite – dosas with sambar and chutney," Karan said, smiling.

They sat down together, enjoying their dosa breakfast in the morning sunlight.

After their leisurely morning together, Karan and Dhruthi headed to the office, ready to tackle the day.

They spent the day immersed in their work, tackling tasks and meetings with focus and efficiency.

As the day drew to a close, they packed up their belongings and left the office, looking forward to a relaxing evening.

Dhruthi collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and snuggled into the pillows.

Karan refreshed himself and slid beside her, his eyes tenderly scanning her relaxed form.

He gently began to tidy her tangled locks, carefully brushing strands away from her face.

Dhruthi stirred, her eyes fluttering open as Karan's gentle touch roused her from slumber.

She snuggled closer, her face nestling against his thigh. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she squeezed gently.

Karan's heart swelled with affection. He stroked her hair, his fingers tracing gentle patterns.

"Sleepyhead," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

Dhruthi murmured, her voice barely audible, "Love you, bava."

Karan's grasp tightened, holding her close. "Love you too, and now it's time for a shower."

Dhruthi noded and went into washroom to get refreshed.

Karan started making the coffee and started boiling the milk.

Meanwhile, Dhruthi emerged from the bedroom, her transformation stunning Karan.

She wore his oversized T-shirt, its hem grazing her mid-thighs, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun.

Karan's eyes widened, his gaze locked on hers.

Dhruthi smiled mischievously, knowing the effect she had on him. "Just thought I'd get comfy."

Karan's hands paused, mid-chop. "Comfy? You're killing me."

Dhruthi giggled, her eyes sparkling. "That's the plan."

Karan's hands left the stove, and he grasped Dhruthi's hand, pulling her close.

"Hey!" Dhruthi laughed, surprised.

Karan enveloped her in a tight hug, his face buried in her hair.

"What are you doing, Karan?" Dhruthi asked, her voice muffled.

"You're wearing my T-shirt," Karan whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "It's turning me on."

Dhruthi's cheeks flushed pink, her eyes darting downward.

"Karan, stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with delight.

Karan's hold tightened, his lips grazing her ear. "Can't help it. You look irresistible."