The brunette watched her prey from around the corner, making note of his movements. If she was going to catch him off guard, she had to be stealthy, and that was not an easy thing to do with Laksh Maheshwari.

She kept an eye on him as he moved about the kitchen. The aroma that emanated from the room was intoxicating and very familiar. There was only one meal he made that smelled like that. Pasta.

Ragini wet her lips and her stomach gurgled in anticipation. She bit her hand and tried her best not to squeal. Sure, she'd eaten Laksh's pasta many times before in her life, so it's not as if she was smelling it for the first time, but pasta was her favourite dish in the whole world and he knew that.

Poking her head around the corner, Ragini saw Laksh stand in front of the refrigerator with his hands on his hips. This was the perfect time for her to strike! Running towards him, she waited until she was close enough, then launched herself at him, landing on his back.

Laksh had been so focused on whatever he was looking for in the fridge that when Ragini got on his back, he stumbled and nearly fell down. Once he got his balance, he half turned his head and Ragini blinked at him innocently. "Bachha! What the hell are you doing?"

Ragini : pick me up.... Pick me... Pick me...

Laksh : nope. I am making breakfast

Ragini(almost crying) : you don't love me anymore.....

Laksh(frowning) : why would you say that?

Ragini (pouting) : i am just a timepass girlfriend for you..

Laksh (chuckling) : babe, we have been married for three years now.

Ragini : Well, then you should give me a piggyback ride! Marriage is partly about pleasing the spouse, right?

Laksh :Yes...

Ragini slid her arms around Laksh's upper torso, slipping her fingers into his shirt as she pressed her breasts against the solid muscles of his back.

"Why don't you put the breakfast on hold and give your wife a piggyback ride to the bedroom? I'll make it worth your while." She said those last six words in a breathy voice and nibbled Laksh's ear.

After a promise like that, he couldn't refuse. Laksh turned the oven off and placed his hands under her backside - she made sure to give him further encouragement by wiggling her body where he touched her - and carried her to their bedroom in record time.