An Early 2000s story!
Atharv Sharma was still in love with his ex-girlfriend, Sanaa and wanted nothing to do with Meher, or so he believed.
Meher Vyas had a huge crush on her bestfriend's cousin, Atharv Sharma, for years! When she was set up with...
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Atharv couldn't comprehend what he just saw. But his painful hard on could.
He pulled out a chair from the dining table and took a seat. He was glad he was wearing a huge bathrobe which would not give away his hard on.
Putting his head in his hand which rested on the table, Atharv closed his eyes. It wasn't a wise step.
As soon as he closed his eyes, all he could see was the purple panty that barely covered his wife's ass.
Her ass. Atharv sighed in frustration. He shouldn't be wondering how it would feel under his palm. He really shouldn't.
The white bra caging his wife's bust was going to be the reason of his demise. And the shy look on her face! He might as well have asked her to kill him.
Atharv heard the sound of her anklets. It was wierd how he could differentiate the difference between her anklets and bangles and any other women's in the house. He shouldn't have noticed the minute details. He surely shouldn't have traced the vibrations in his head.
As soon as she moved to the kitchen, Atharv got up and walked to their room. He had already took a shower earlier. But he had to sneek in another. A cold one to be exact.
Meher noticed how her husband left the area as soon as she came down. She was hurt, yet again. She knew she couldn't look him in the eyes ever again.
He knew how she looked naked. Almost. He would never want to touch her. Let alone have sex or give her a child. She wouldn't be surprised if he asks for a divorce soon.
Shaking her head out of her thoughts, she tucked the end of saree to her waist and pulled her hair up in a bun. Pulling out the pressure cooker, she washed a few potatoes and put them in the cooker with appropriate amount of water.
The house was having a slow morning today. The men would go to the office only in the afternoon which called for sleeping late and a lazy brunch.
Meher looked at the clock. It displayed 10 o'clock. Everyone will be down within an hour or a half.
She pulled out a bigger utensil and wheat flour. The menu was clear in Meher's head. She was definitely going to make Aloo Parathas with their epic combinations of curd, raw mango pickles and white butter.
She'll also tossed a few pieces of chickens to marinate in salt, lemon and spices. Her brother-in-law was fitness freak and would throw a tantrum over not having his protein requirements filled in the morning.
