Brother-in-law fuck me while teaching cooking

Whenever I went to the rooftop to dry clothes, he would appear as if by magic, always finding an excuse to be close to me. He was just a year older than my husband, and their ages were almost indistinguishable. As our proximity increased, so did my feelings for him.

One evening, I decided to learn how to make chole bhature, a dish my mother-in-law and father-in-law adored. I went into Aditya’s room, where he was wearing a half-shirt and shorts due to the summer heat. His muscular physique caught my eye.

“Aditya ji! Can you teach me how to make chole bhature?” I asked.

I was wearing a pink maxi dress, which I preferred when cooking as it was comfortable. Aditya stared at me intently before we both headed to the kitchen. He guided me through the process, sharing tips on how to achieve the perfect taste. As I kneaded the dough with warm water, he suddenly placed his hand over mine, joining in the task. His touch sent shivers down my spine.

“Aditya ji! This isn’t right,” I protested.

He swiftly pulled me back and forcefully kissed me on the cheek. I was trapped, unable to escape as the gas stove was lit and the chole were simmering in the pressure cooker.