Page 136 of One Hellish Desire

“Believe me, I want the same. I don’t want to unknowingly break this family’s ties with your close friends.”

“Oh,” she mocks. “So, you understand this is all your fault?”

I smile at her silly thoughts. “If a woman tried to lure Dad-in-law, knowing he was married to you, would it be your fault if Dad broke ties with her for you and your future?”

She freezes at my question. “Think about it, Mom-in-law, while I go wake your son. He’ll like it if I do that.” I wink at her and pick up the two mugs of freshly brewed coffee and his pancakes, striding out.

VIKRAM

I feel her soft, lush lips on my cheeks, jaw, and neck. It’s a good dream, isn’t it? My fingers quickly thread through her silky hair.

“Maahi…” I kiss her feverishly and open my eyes. And she’s still here. The dream is still playing with my eyes open and wide awake. Maahi smiles at me, stroking my cheeks.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.” My husky tone brings another smile to her face, and she leans in to place another kiss on my lips. “Tell me it’s not a dream.”

“It’s not a dream. It’s a lazy Sunday morning, and your wife is waking you up for coffee.”

Damn! It’s real? I look at the bedside table where the two mugs are awaiting our attention. But they can wait. If it’s a Sunday morning, I need her on me again. I pull her nape and kiss Maahi. She tastes like mint, and her shampoo and deodorant are intoxicating me altogether.

“Enough,” she giggles, pulling me to sit on the bed and handing me a coffee mug. “What are we doing today?” she asks excitedly.

“You mean apart from making out whenever and wherever we want?” I tease, making her blush hard.

I don’t break my gaze from her heated face while sipping my coffee, already making plans to spend the last three days of our togetherness to the best.

“We can do anything you want. The movie date is pending too, so…”

“How about we stay indoors today?” she interrupts, sipping her coffee. “I can cook meals for all of us and—”

“No cooking,” I snap. “That will take most of our ‘we’ time.”

“Fair enough. Then what else do you suggest we do?”

“Do you know I have a playroom here?” I say, watching Maahi’s eyes widen. “We can put that to use. Just you and me.”

“Play…playroom?” she swallows hard. I quickly realize she’s misunderstood, thinking I have a high-end adult playroom for intimate fun. The thought amuses me and I decide to play along.

“Come on. Let me show you that room.”

I finish my coffee and get out of bed. Maahi tugs my hand. “Now?” she stutters.

“Yes, now, Maahi. Since we're spending the day indoors, I want to spend it with you in my playroom.”

Her cheeks flush, and I wish to taste them again, but I want to enjoy her discomfort first. “Get up, Cub.”

She nods absentmindedly, letting me lead her to the playroom. It’s on the same floor, just next to my parents' bedroom.

“Have you ever… used that room before?” she asks as we walk through the lobby.

“Of course. But not when Dad and Mom are home. When they’re out and not returning soon, I spend my time there.”

She stiffens, and I stifle a laugh, imagining the images in her head.

“How can you… play… alone there?” is her next question.

“No one plays alone in the playroom, Maahi,” I whisper, stopping at the door.

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