Manju stood near the table now, her saree slightly displaced from the teasing, the soft cotton folding just above her waist. The ceiling fan creaked above, but the real heat in the room wasn’t from the weather anymore.
Karan walked over slowly, not saying a word, his eyes fixed on her bare waist. Her breathing had subtly changed—slower, deeper. She wasn’t stopping him.
He gently reached for her hand and guided her a few steps back, until she was standing beside the doorframe. She let him. Her back touched the cool wood, sending a tiny shiver down her spine.
Karan moved closer—so close she could feel his breath on her skin. His eyes met hers once, just to check. She didn’t speak. Her lips parted slightly, chest rising with anticipation.
His fingers slid over her waist, tracing the soft curve where the saree tucked in. Then, without a word, he leaned in and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss on her navel. Manju gasped softly, her body tensing for a moment before melting into the sensation.
His tongue moved gently, tracing slow circles around her navel, tasting the salt of her warm skin. Her hand instinctively reached behind to hold the edge of the door, gripping it tight.
Karan (in a low voice): “You’ve been hiding this for too long, aunty…”
Manju (barely a whisper): “Karan… someone might come…”
Karan (still teasing her skin): “Let them. Let them see how beautiful you are…”
She closed her eyes, head leaning back against the wall, completely caught in the moment as his mouth continued to worship every inch around her navel.
Manju stood frozen near the doorframe, her body responding to every slow movement of Karan’s lips. The way he kissed her navel—so gently, so greedily—made her knees feel weak. She gripped the edge of the door tighter.
Karan dropped lower to his knees, his face just inches from her waist. He slowly pushed her pallu aside and pulled the saree down just enough for her stomach to be fully bare, her deep navel now exposed completely under the soft glow of the evening light.
He stared at it—mesmerised.
Karan (in a whisper): “Your navel is beautiful, aunty… like a perfect little hollow made just for me.”
He ran his fingers around it, drawing invisible circles, his touch feather-light.
Manju (softly): “You’re crazy… no one’s ever spoken to me like this…”
Karan (grinning): “That’s because no one’s ever paid attention like I do.”
Without warning, he leaned in again and pressed his lips right into her navel—slowly sucking, tasting her warmth. She gasped, her stomach tightening on reflex.
Manju: “Oh god… Karan… that’s too much…”
Karan (murmuring against her skin): “Too much? Or too good
He licked around the inner curve, tongue dipping into the hollow and flicking playfully. Manju squirmed slightly, her body betraying the thrill she was trying to hide.
Manju: “You’re making me feel things I haven’t felt in years…”
Karan: “Then let me make you feel all of it, aunty… right from your navel.”
He kissed lower, then came back to the same spot again and again, as if addicted to her softness. His hands gripped her waist gently, thumbs resting right below her navel while his lips worshipped every inch of it.
Karan: “I could stay here forever… your skin tastes like the summer breeze.”
Manju (whispering, breathlessly): “You’re playing with fire, Karan…”
He looked up at her, lips still brushing her belly.
Karan: “Then let me burn with you.”