Bhabhi lifted the lid. Her smile froze. She dipped a spoon. Tasted it. Her eyes went wide.
"Yeh kya hai?! This is… butterscotch ?" Naughty Devrani -2024- Fukrey Original
Bhabhi gasped. "Tattoo? In my kitchen?"
He smacked his lips. "Best Prasad in 60 years. Next time, add chocolate chips. And Riya—" he winked, "—next time, delete the Instagram story before dinner." Bhabhi lifted the lid
And the clay jar? From that day on, it had two labels: "Prasad – Morning" and "Fukrey Fuel – Afternoon." Naughty Devrani -2024- Fukrey Original
Bhabhi read it. Tried to stay angry. Failed. A small smile cracked her face.