"Eat more, darling," Rhea gave Rishabh a flattering smile, serving delicious parathas to him.

Rishabh looked up from his phone to her, his jaw tightened in irritation. He knew Naina made these delicious parathas but here his wife was acting like she worked on it. He exhaled sharply and began eating, a smile curved his lips—he always admired Naina's cooking.

"Delicious," he murmured and dug in.

Rhea forced a smile, eating her portion with a bitter expression. Rishabh never appreciated her cooking. Though she cooked for him rarely, Rishabh noticed her expression and continued eating. She made him dishes, but she never made them better; even heating up milk, she let it spoil.

Naina stepped out of the kitchen, and Rishabh looked up. She was wearing a pale pink saree that outlined her curves perfectly. Their eyes met, and she leaned in to place his chocolate milkshake beside his plate. As she leaned in, her cleavage peeked from her pallu, making his mouth go dry. Rhea was too busy eating to notice them.

Naina's fingers grazed the back of his hand as she turned and walked back into the kitchen. Rishabh watched her go, his eyes drawn to the sway of her hips. He longed to squeeze that softness, his fingers itching to touch her, but how? He glanced around and realized there were no fruits on the dining table.

"Ah, Rhea, I'll go get the fruit," he said, standing up.

Rhea looked up. "But hubby, why did you stand up? You should have asked me."

Rishabh felt irritation building up, but he smiled and kissed her forehead. "Be good. How could I let my wife strain herself while eating?" he said, his voice husky.

Rhea's stomach fluttered. He rarely showed affection toward her, and she felt a surge of joy at how considerate he was being. She nodded, and Rishabh stepped into the kitchen, his eyes instantly locking onto Naina, who was arranging the kitchen with her back to him.

He moved behind her, his gaze raking down her shoulders, her cleavage, the valley between her breasts, driving him mad. His hands slid forward, his fingers cupped her tits through her clothes. Naina gasped, startled by his sudden touch.

"Shh, don't make a sound, brat. Let me enjoy," he whispered in her ear, his fingers began to knead her tits.

Naina rolled her eyes in pleasure as Rishabh pressed his bulge against her ass, grinding against her.

He squeezed her tits, molding them as if they were his own. He toyed with them, pinching her clothed nipple while grinding his cock against her ass to relieve his tension.

She moaned, but Rishabh covered her mouth with his hand.

"Shh, I said shut up, you sexy brat. Don't make a sound or I'll tear that mouth apart with my cock," he whispered, his voice rough with desire, as he continued to grind against her.

His hand roughly slid into her blouse, squeezing her bare tit. Her soft mound strained painfully under his fingers as he viciously squeezed her tit, kneading it like dough.

"What a fucking pair of tits you've got, huh? I'll fuck these tits, cum all over them," he said, slapping her breast. Her core pulsed at his filthy words, but she loved it.His cock twitched inside his pants as he snapped his hips forward against her ass. One hand continued to play with her tit while the other slid to her rear, his fingers poking her asshole through her saree.

"What's taking so long, darling? Come fast," Rhea shouted from outside, unaware of what was keeping him from getting the fruit so quickly.

Rishabh bit Naina's shoulder in frustration, letting out a low, irritated murmur. "Ugh, this bitch," he muttered.

The interruption from Rhea was truly annoying. She had disrupted him last night while he wants to fuck Naina, and now she was interrupting him again as he played with her tits. He exhaled sharply and released Naina.

"Don't be at peace, brat. I'm definitely going to fuck you. Do you understand? Now, how much delay there is, that much I'll fuck that hole," he said to Naina, then walked outside with the fruit.

"What are you doing in there so long?" Rhea asked, frowning. Rishabh raised an eyebrow as he took his seat.

"What are you questioning for, huh? Remember your place?" he asked coldly, his gaze fixed on her.

Rhea flinched at his voice, lowering her eyes to her plate. She knew she had crossed a line. She couldn't afford to make him angry—because of him, she was living in luxury. Throughout their marriage, she had never dared to raise her voice.

"S-sorry, hubby," she apologized, her voice trembling.

Rishabh didn't even glance at her again, began eating fruits, his cock still tensed. He wants Naina. He will get her no matter what. He would not care about anything just her. She occupied his mind and thoughts fully from the moment she stepped into his house. He stood up and took his coat, "I'll come home late today. Don't wait for me," he said dismissively and left for his office.

Rhea's shoulders relaxed as she looked at his car leaving. Now she could roam around freely, she could go outside freely, shop freely, spend his money freely. If he was home she had to pretend she was nice, she had to endure his nonsense behavior.

Inside the kitchen, Naina's phone lit up with a notification. She put the utensil down, looked at the notification. It was a WhatsApp message, a photo from Rishabh. She opened it and it had his half-naked body of his chest, abs muscles and body while he was in gym.

Naina bit her lip and saved it.