The Life We Choose

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. The door slowly closed behind them. And for the next few minutes, the breakfast—and the morning rush—could wait. Strictly 18+ read at your own risk