She chuckled as Ustad kissed the tip of her nose and then gave it a playful nip. With a voice full of desire, he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.” “So adorable… I could always lose myself in you.Minu’s body tensed, her fingers gripping his hair as she cried out his name, “Raj. My desi Ustad’s breath hitched, his grip on Maa tightening as her touch pushed him closer to the edge. “Better hurry. During functions, a traditional Gujarati saree that hugs her curves in all the right places. “You’ve been creaming those cakes,” she breathed back, “but I think the one who will get messy is me.”He smiled, gently pushing her back against the table smeared with flour. Ustad was frosting cupcakes, but he kept glancing over at Minu as she frosted a multi-tiered cake.“Watch out for that swirl,” he flirted. A sharp sting mixed with pleasure as Mom’s and Ustad’s fingers intertwined and pinched her nipple.She gasped, “You’re driving me crazy….” with a wavy breath.She shivered as Ustad’s
