The kitchen was already filled with the warm aroma of breakfast.

She moved from one counter to another in a hurry, glancing at the clock every few seconds. Her red cotton saree was neatly tucked at her waist so she could move freely as she prepared breakfast.

“Oh god… I’m getting late,” she murmured, quickly stirring the pan.

The children would wake up any minute now. She still had to make them ready for school, pack their lunchboxes, and somehow get everyone out of the house on time.

She was so busy that she didn't notice the bedroom door opening behind her.

Arjun stepped out, running a hand through his messy morning hair. He stopped when he saw her.

For a moment, he simply watched.

His sleepy eyes slowly turned mischievous.

He walked toward her quietly.

Before she could realize he was there, his arms slipped around her waist and pulled her gently toward him.

She widened her eyes.

“What?”

He leaned closer with a teasing smile.

“You are tempting me in the morning, bujjam­ma.”

She immediately tried to turn back toward the stove.

“Leave me, Arjun. I’m getting late. The children will wake up any time soon. I have to make them ready for school, and then I have to—”

“What did you call me?”

She stopped.

Her heart skipped.

Slowly, she looked at him.

“I… I mean…”

Arjun raised an eyebrow, waiting.

She swallowed nervously.

“I didn’t mean anything…”

His expression became even more playful.

“What did you say?”

She tried to escape his hold.

“Arjun… no, no… bavaa. Leave me. We’re getting late.”

He laughed softly at her sudden change of words.

“Good girl.”

She gave him an annoyed look.

“Bavaa, please. We really are getting late.”

He shook his head, still teasing her.

“You know you have punishment for that.”

Her eyes widened.

“Punishment? For what?”

“For calling me something you shouldn't.”

“I didn't—”

Before she could finish, he gently took her hand and began leading her toward the other room.

“Bavaa!”

“Come on. We have a lot of other things to take care of too.”

“But the breakfast!”

“I'll handle it.”

“The children!”

“They're still sleeping.”

“Bavaa, please…”

He opened the door and looked back at her with that familiar mischievous smile.

She sighed, realizing she wasn't going to win the argument.

Aarthi’s fingers curled around the doorframe as Arjun guided her into the bedroom. “Bava, please… the children will wake up any second,” she whispered, voice tight with urgency.

Arjun’s palm slid lower, cupping the curve of her ass through the thin cotton of her saree. He gave a firm squeeze that made her breath hitch. “This is your punishment for calling me Arjun, not Bava,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

She tried to twist away, but he pressed her back against the closed door, pinning her hips with his own. The hard line of his cock nudged her through his thin pajama bottoms. “Bava, please listen to me—we’re getting late,” she pleaded again, eyes darting toward the kitchen where the pan still sizzled.

He answered by hooking two fingers under the pleats of her saree and yanking them aside. Cool morning air kissed the bare skin of her thighs. His hand slipped between them, knuckles brushing the damp cotton of her panties. “Then we’ll be quick,” he said, voice low and teasing. “But you’re still getting punished.”

Aarthi’s protest melted into a shaky gasp when he pushed the fabric aside and sank two fingers straight into her wet pussy. Her walls fluttered around the sudden intrusion. She grabbed his shoulders for balance, saree slipping lower on one shoulder. “Bava—ah—someone might hear,” she breathed, but her hips rolled forward, seeking more.

Arjun pumped his fingers in short, deliberate strokes, thumb circling her swollen clit. “Then keep quiet, bujji,” he whispered, nipping her lower lip. “Or I’ll have to gag you with my cock.”

Her knees trembled. The scent of breakfast drifted in from the kitchen, but all she could focus on was the wet sound of his fingers working her open and the growing heat pooling low in her belly. “Bava… please… just a little faster,” she begged, voice cracking between duty and need.

He grinned against her throat. “That’s better. Say it again.”

“Bava,” she moaned, the word dissolving into a whimper as he curled his fingers just right.

Aarthi’s eyes widened in genuine confusion as Arjun’s fingers kept working inside her. “Bujjamma,” he breathed against her neck, “your mistake—you’re seducing me.”

She blinked, half-laughing, half-gasping. “When did I seduce you, Bava? I did nothing!”

He curled his fingers deeper, thumb pressing harder on her clit. “That’s exactly it. You don’t have to do anything. This saree… and you… that’s enough.”

Before she could argue, he spun her around, bent her over the edge of the bed, and yanked her saree up over her hips. The red cotton bunched at her waist. He shoved his pajama bottoms down, freed his cock, and drove straight into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. Aarthi bit her forearm to muffle the moan that tore out of her.

He fucked her hard and fast, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet room. Her pussy clenched around him with every stroke. She came first, thighs shaking, walls pulsing. Arjun followed seconds later, burying himself deep and flooding her with hot cum.

He barely pulled out before he was hard again. “Round two,” he growled, flipping her onto her back and climbing between her spread legs.

“Bava—no, we can’t—”“

He pushed back inside her anyway, ignoring her protests. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct even as she hissed, “We’re really late—”“

A sharp knock rattled the bedroom door.

“Amma? Nanna?”

Ansh and Maan’s small voices carried through the wood.

Aarthi’s eyes flew wide. She glared up at her husband, mouthing, Leave, Bava.

Arjun only grinned and kept thrusting, slower now, deeper, making sure every stroke dragged against her sensitive walls. She tried to push at his chest, but he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head. "Lower your voice bujjamma" He fucked her steadily until his second orgasm hit, pumping another thick load into her already dripping pussy.

Only then did he ease out. Aarthi shoved him off, glaring, and scrambled to wrap her saree back into place with frantic fingers. Cum trickled down her inner thigh.

Arjun lay back on the bed, arms behind his head, watching her with lazy satisfaction. “See? Again you’re seducing me.”

She shot him a furious look. “Not again, Bava.”

He laughed, low and warm, then rolled off the bed and strolled to the door. Before opening it he glanced back, still grinning, and winked at her.