50. COFFIN

AUTHOR’S POV 

Abhimanyu's voice softened as he spoke, his eyes filled with tenderness. Before Shivnya could process his words, she felt the warmth of his lips pressing gently against the scars on her stomach. Each kiss was a silent vow, a promise of love that transcended any physical imperfections. Shivnya's breath caught in her throat, shock and emotion swirling within her as she realized what he was doing.

"What are you doing, Abhi?" she whispered, her voice trembling as a shiver ran down her spine. The sensation of his lips on her skin sent waves of electricity through her body, igniting a fire deep within her. As his kisses trailed lower, landing softly on her belly button, Shivnya felt an eruption of butterflies in her stomach, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

"Loving you, every part of you," he replied, his voice husky with emotion. His hands moved to her hips, his fingers drawing comforting patterns on her skin.

"Ab... hii," she gasped, her voice a breathless plea as she felt herself surrendering to the emotions coursing through her. Abhimanyu's hands moved to her sides, his large palms resting possessively on her hips. His thumbs traced soothing patterns on her skin, grounding her even as his touch sent her spiraling into a world of sensations she could barely comprehend.

"Jaan, I love you just the way you are," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, each word laden with the weight of his devotion. As his lips moved to her bikini line, he kissed her there with the same reverence, slowly moving downward as if he was savoring every inch of her. Shivnya's hands clutched the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she tried to anchor herself in the midst of the storm he was creating within her.

"Ab... hii, someone will come," Shivnya gasped, her voice a mix of urgency and desire. The thought of being caught added an edge of fear, but it was laced with a thrill that made her heart pound even harder. Abhimanyu, however, only smirked, his eyes dark with a passion that made her breath hitch.

"So what? You're my wife, and I'm your husband. I have every right to love you completely," he said with a groan, his voice full of authority and a possessiveness that sent a thrill through her. His words were like a balm to her insecurities, reminding her of the bond they shared, the love that bound them together. As he spoke, he lowered his head, his mouth finding her inner thighs. He nibbled gently at first, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her body arch toward him.

"Abhiiii... no, Ab... hi," Shivnya moaned, her voice a desperate plea as her body responded to him with a mind of its own. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire, the pleasure he was giving her almost too much to bear. Abhimanyu, spurred on by her moans, nibbled a bit harder, his lips and teeth driving her to the edge of sanity.

"Abbbbbbhiii," she moaned, her voice a blend of pleasure and frustration, teetering on the edge of something she couldn't quite define. Abhimanyu's grip on her hips tightened, lifting them slightly as he groaned against her skin. His mouth found its way to her most intimate spot, his tongue teasing and tasting her as he continued to nibble on her inner thighs.

"Aaaaah," Shivnya gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the sensations overwhelmed her. "Nooo, Abhi, don't..." she panted, her voice catching in her throat. The intensity of the moment was too much; it was both everything she wanted and more than she could handle.

Abhimanyu immediately pulled back, the concern in his eyes evident as he looked at her. "Okay, jaan," he whispered, his voice tinged with sadness and regret. He never wanted to push her too far, never wanted to do anything that would make her uncomfortable. Seeing the distress on her face hurt him, made him feel like he had failed her in some way.

Shivnya saw the sadness in his eyes and felt a pang of guilt. She reached out, her hand trembling as she cupped his face, trying to make him understand. "Baby, I didn't mean it like that. You don't have to prove your love by doing this," she said, her voice soft but laced with frustration. She didn't want him to feel like he needed to prove anything to her, especially not through this.

Abhimanyu shook his head, his expression softening as he looked at her, his eyes filled with nothing but love. "I'm not trying to prove anything, jaan. This is one of the ways I show my love for you," he said, his voice steady and filled with sincerity. He wanted her to know, to truly understand, that his love for her went beyond physical attraction, beyond anything superficial. He loved her deeply, wholly, and without reservation.

Shivnya's heart swelled with emotion, but the lingering insecurities within her still gnawed at her. "Abhi, but my body-" she began, her voice faltering as she tried to express the fears that had haunted her for so long.

But Abhimanyu didn't let her finish. He placed a finger on her lips, silencing her gently. "I love you, Shivnya. I love your body, every part of you. But more than that, you are what's important to me-your health, your happiness. These scars... they're just reminders of what you've been through, and I'm here to help heal them, with you , they are meant to heal by me and I will heal them " he said, his voice filled with unwavering determination. His words were a powerful affirmation of his love, a promise that he would stand by her, no matter what.

Tears welled up in Shivnya's eyes, but they were tears of joy, of relief, of overwhelming love. She felt a wave of pride and happiness wash over her, mixed with a deep vulnerability that came from baring her soul to the one person who mattered most. "It's becoming more normal... most of the old scars have healed; only a few marks are left," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as she tried to reassure him, and herself, that she was healing.

Abhimanyu smiled, his expression softening as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. "And those marks will heal too, in time," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering faith. "But whether they do or not, I'll be right here, loving you just as much, if not more."

Shivnya couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They slipped down her cheeks, but these were tears of happiness, of feeling truly, deeply loved. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, her heart overflowing with gratitude for the man who loved her so completely, scars and all. She felt safe, cherished, and most importantly, understood. In his arms, she knew she was home.

"If those scars never heal, I still wouldn't care at all. My love for you would never diminish because of them," Abhimanyu whispered, his voice heavy with sincerity and devotion. His gaze locked onto hers, filled with unwavering love and determination. He leaned in closer, his lips tracing a slow, reverent path along her body, starting from the edge of her bikini line. Each kiss was tender, deliberate, as he moved upwards to her stomach, savoring the warmth of her skin. His lips brushed over her ribs, and finally, he reached her chest, where he planted open-mouthed kisses, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

"Abbhhhhhhi," Shivnya moaned, her body responding instinctively to his touch, every nerve alive with pleasure. Her back arched slightly, pressing herself closer to him as he continued his gentle assault on her senses. Abhimanyu paused, his lips hovering between her breasts, his breath warm against her skin as he looked up at her, his eyes dark and intense.

"Yessss, jaan?" he asked, his voice deep and thick with desire.

"Someone might see us," Shivnya whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and fear. The thrill of being caught, of being seen in such an intimate moment, sent a rush of adrenaline through her, but it also made her heart race with nervousness.

Abhimanyu chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against her chest. "Don't forget, your husband is a ruthless MAFIA boss ," he said, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. "The last time someone dared to look at you inappropriately, I made sure they never saw anything again." His words were laced with dark humor, but the possessiveness behind them was clear. As he spoke, his lips returned to her chest, nibbling gently before sucking on her skin with more force, leaving marks that would remind her of this moment.

"Aaaaah, Abbi," Shivnya moaned again, her voice filled with both pleasure and the slightest edge of discomfort. Her body was betraying her, wanting more of his touch, but her mind couldn't shake a nagging thought that had suddenly surfaced.

"Abhi, stop," she said, her voice suddenly sharp and commanding. The change in her tone made Abhimanyu freeze, his concern immediate and palpable. He pulled back, his eyes searching hers for any sign of what had caused her distress.

"What happened?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. He had always been so careful, so attuned to her needs and boundaries, that her sudden command left him unsettled.

"How did you know about my scars?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. There was vulnerability in her eyes, a mix of surprise and insecurity. She hadn't told him about the scars, hadn't wanted him to see them, yet somehow, he knew.

Abhimanyu's expression darkened as he recalled the conversation that had led him to discover them. His jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with anger at the memory. "The doctor accused me of being the one who caused them," he said, his voice low and filled with barely restrained fury. The accusation had cut deep, wounding him in ways he hadn't anticipated. The thought that anyone could believe he was capable of such cruelty towards her was unbearable.

Shivnya's breath caught in her throat, the shock of his words leaving her momentarily speechless. She understood why the doctor might have thought that-scars like hers often led to assumptions of abuse-but hearing it spoken aloud made her heart ache. She looked at Abhimanyu, needing to know how he had responded, how he had defended their love.

"And what did you say?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she was afraid of the answer.

Abhimanyu's eyes softened as he looked at her, his voice steady and filled with pride. "I told them that in front of my wife, I can't even raise my voice. The thought of raising my hand against her? Impossible. I could never do that, not to you ." His words were firm, resolute, leaving no room for doubt. There was a quiet strength in his voice, a deep-seated conviction that spoke of his unwavering love and respect for her.

Shivnya felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, a wave of emotion washing over her. His words, his actions, everything about him reassured her, made her feel safe and loved in a way she hadn't thought possible. She smiled softly, a mixture of gratitude and love shining in her eyes.

"Ohhh," she murmured, her voice full of affection. She reached out, gently cupping his face in her hands, her thumb brushing over his cheek. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice full of sincerity.

Abhimanyu smirked, his earlier playfulness returning as he saw the look in her eyes. "So, can I continue my work now?" he asked, his tone light and teasing, though his eyes still held that intense, passionate gaze.

Shivnya nodded slightly, her cheeks flushing with a deep crimson as she became acutely aware of how her body was responding to him. Abhimanyu's eyes followed her blush, a knowing grin spreading across his face as his gaze dropped to her hips, noticing the wetness that had gathered between her thighs.

"Baby, you're so wet," he remarked, his voice low and husky, filled with both amusement and desire. Shivnya's blush deepened, her natural shyness overtaking her for a moment. She looked away, embarrassed by her own arousal, but Abhimanyu wouldn't allow it. He gently turned her face back towards him, his eyes locking onto hers as he spoke. "Don't be shy, jaan. I love seeing you like this."

Without another word, he lowered himself, his lips finding their way back to her wet core . His tongue moved slowly, deliberately, tasting her, savoring every drop of her wetness. Each stroke was a mixture of tenderness and intensity, designed to drive her wild.

Shivnya's hands flew to his hair, her fingers curling into the soft strands as her body instinctively pressed closer to him. "Aaaaaah, Abhi," she moaned, her voice quivering with a mix of pleasure and desperation. Every part of her was focused on the sensation of his tongue, the way it flicked and teased her most sensitive spots. But amidst the pleasure, she felt a tickling sensation on her inner thighs.

"Abhi... your beard... it tickles," she managed to gasp out between breaths, her voice catching on a half-giggle, half-moan. The combination of the intense pleasure from his tongue and the tickling of his beard was overwhelming, sending her spiraling into a state of euphoric delirium.

Abhimanyu chuckled against her, the vibrations from his laughter sending jolts of pleasure through her body. "I'll have to remember that," he teased, his voice muffled against her skin before he resumed his work, this time making sure to let his beard brush against her thighs even more, knowing now just how much it drove her wild.

"Aaaaabhi... aaaaah," she moaned, her body reacting instinctively, arching towards him, desperate for more of the sensations he was giving her. Her breath came in uneven, rapid bursts as the pleasure coursed through her, heightening with each touch of his tongue. Abhimanyu's heart pounded in rhythm with her gasps, his own desire fueled by the sweet, intoxicating taste of her skin.

"You're so wet, jaan," he murmured against her, his voice thick with desire. His words were meant to be playful, but they carried a deep, primal need that made Shivnya's breath hitch. Despite the intense pleasure she was feeling, a small part of her was aware of the strain on her body. She wanted to lose herself in the moment, to surrender completely to him, but her health had other ideas.

"Aaaabbbhiiii," she groaned, her voice laced with a mix of pleasure and pain. Abhimanyu, caught up in his own desire, continued to push her, unaware of the toll it was taking on her. His tongue worked relentlessly, drawing out every ounce of sweetness from her, but with each passing second, her breathing grew more labored.

"Jaan, you're so sweet," he whispered again, but this time, there was a note of concern in his voice as he finally noticed the change in her breathing. Shivnya struggled to form words, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.

"Abbh...," she tried to say, her voice faltering as panic began to creep in. Abhimanyu's heart skipped a beat, the realization hitting him hard. Her breaths were shallow, rapid, and he could see the fear in her eyes as she fought to breathe.

"Jaan, look at me," he said urgently, his earlier confidence now replaced with a deep, gut-wrenching fear. He had pushed her too far, and now she was suffering because of it. "Jaan, nothing's going to happen. Just breathe."

"Abbbbhi, I can't... I can't breathe," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. The words hit him like a punch to the gut, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what to do. He quickly pulled away from her, his heart pounding in his chest as guilt washed over him.

"Shivnya, deep breaths. In and out... that's it, you're doing great," he coached her, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. He took her hands in his, rubbing them gently, trying to transfer some of his warmth and calmness to her. His other hand stroked her hair, the once passionate touch now soft and soothing, desperate to bring her back from the edge.

Gradually, her breathing began to slow, the panic receding as his voice and touch grounded her. But the sight of her struggling, her chest rising and falling rapidly, had shaken him to his core.

"Jaan, now sleep. No more talking, nothing," Abhimanyu said, his voice gentle yet firm, the authority in his tone leaving no room for argument. Shivnya looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and love, but before she could speak, he continued, "I said no. Let me help you with this gown, and then you're going to sleep. It's late."

He carefully helped her into the gown, his fingers trembling slightly as he buttoned it up. His earlier passion had been replaced by a fierce protectiveness, a need to ensure she was safe and comfortable. Shivnya smiled weakly, her heart swelling with love at the sight of him so tender and concerned.

Once she was dressed, she patted the space beside her, a silent request for him to stay close. He hesitated for a moment, still shaken by what had happened, but then he lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her as if to shield her from anything that might cause her harm.

Shivnya murmured softly, her voice filled with love and gratitude, "Abhi... I love you," as she nestled closer to him. The tension in her body began to melt away as she felt his warmth surround her, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her into a peaceful sleep.

Abhimanyu held her close, his heart heavy with the realization of how fragile she was, but also with the overwhelming love he felt for her. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, silently vowing to always protect her, to never let anything come between them again. He whispered softly, "I love you too, jaan. More than anything in this world."

"I don't know what I'd do without you," she murmured, her voice soft and full of love.

Abhimanyu chuckled softly. " But I surely know what would happen to me if I didn't meet you. I would surely end up in a coffin , " he confessed, his voice a gentle whisper in the quiet room.

"Please, don't say things like that," Shivnya scolded playfully. "I'll tell Maa on you."

"Okay, okay, I won't," he promised, his laughter a gentle balm to her heart. They fell asleep in each other's arms, comforted by the warmth of their love, their breaths mingling in the soft light of the room.

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