59. MOMMY

AUTHOR’S POV 

Shivnya took a bath and emerged from the bathroom in her bathrobe, water dripping from her wet hair. Abhimanyu looked at her with an open mouth; the bathrobe barely covered her body, accentuating her curves. She walked over to him with a sad face, and Abhimanyu, looking confused, approached her.

"What happened, jaan? Why are you upset?" he asked gently, his concern evident in his soft voice.

"My shoulder is throbbing in pain," Shivnya replied, her voice laced with pain and a pout forming on her lips.

"Let me see the wound," he said, moving closer, but Shivnya pushed him away and said, "First go and bathe. You are stinking of sweat."

Abhimanyu smirked, leaned close to her face, and said teasingly, "I suggested we bathe together so I could help you and avoid wasting time. Now, I'll have to bathe alone, which will take longer."

Shivnya cupped his cheeks and whispered, "Whatever it is, go and bathe first."

Abhimanyu teased, "Then why don't you help me bathe?"

Shivnya pulled him toward her looking in his eyes while taking backward steps. When she reached the bathroom door, she said with a strict tone and a teasing smile, "Abhi... Get lost." Abhimanyu made a sad face, sighed, and went into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Shivnya tried to dry her hair, but her shoulder pain made it difficult. She looked around the room, noticing it was clean, and saw her new clothes laid out. After ten minutes, the door opened, revealing Abhimanyu with a towel hanging on his waist and another towel drying his hair. His wet body glistened, and water dripped from his hair. Shivnya looked at him with an open mouth and approached him with a teasing tone.

"Can't we postpone the conference?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Abhimanyu looked at her stunned, his cutee kitten becoming a feisty cat , desire flickering in his eyes. "Darling, we can, but then you'll have to face the family's teasing. I wouldn't mind spending the whole day savoring your lovely jiggling blossoms."

Shivnya looked at him with narrow eyes and mocked, " Besharam Rana Sa."

(  shameless king )

He pulled her into a wet embrace, his body pressing against hers. " Apni biwi se kaisi sharam " His hands moved near her chest and started to squeeze, but Shivnya slapped his hands away.

( what is there to shame with my wife )

" Hatiye bhi ," she said. Abhimanyu removed his hands and said with concern, " Let's dry your hair first, and then I'll dress your wound."

( leave me )

Shivnya ordered, "First, go and put on some clothes."

Abhimanyu, holding her wrist, led her to the bed. "Jaan, you are more important."

"And for me, you are too," Shivnya replied, following him.

They reached the bed, and he ordered her to sit between his legs. "Quiet and sit here," he murmured softly.

Obediently, she sat comfortably between his legs. He took the towel he had been using to dry his hair and started drying hers with gentle care.

"Kabhi toh sun liya kare humari," Shivnya remarked, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

Abhimanyu replied, "I always listen to you, jaan."

" Jhuthe " she said, wincing as he pulled a strand of her hair. "Aaaah, gently. You always pull my hair."

"Sorry, love," Abhimanyu apologized, his voice filled with tenderness. "Stand up. Let me go and bring the necessary things."

Both stood up, and he went to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Shivnya slowly went to the wardrobe to get his things and placed them out. When Abhimanyu returned, he was surprised.

"What is all this?" Shivnya smirked, and Abhimanyu, looking shocked, exclaimed, "It's your necessary things."

He took the hair dryer and claw clip, exclaiming in astonishment as Shivnya mimicked him. "Shivuuu!"

Abhimanyu grabbed her wrist, took her in front of the mirror, and started drying her hair again. Shivnya pouted and teased, "Babyyy."

Abhimanyu chuckled. "You are such a kiddo, jaan."

Shivnya looked at him with narrowed eyes and teased, "But you suck my boobs, so logically, you are the kid."

Abhimanyu grinned and came infront of her and teased, "So, mommy, can I suck on your boobs now?"

Shivnya blushed, cupped his face, and said teasingly, "Shut up, kiddo." Both of them chuckled.

After drying her hair and clipping it up, Abhimanyu guided her to sit on the couch. "Now, let me focus on your wound. Take my arm if you feel pain, okay?"

Shivnya nodded. Abhimanyu slowly slipped the shoulders of her bathrobe down and fully removed it. He noticed she still wore her mangalsutra and pendant and asked in confusion, "Jaan, do you wear these even when you bathe?"

Shivnya hummed in response, looking puzzled. He started to remove them, saying, "At least until your wound heals, you should remove them."

"No," Shivnya said quickly when he tried to remove them.

"Why, jaan?" Abhimanyu asked softly, looking into her eyes.

"I just don't feel like it," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

Not arguing back, Abhimanyu said, "Okay, let me remove them just while I dress your wound." He gently removed her mangalsutra and pendant, cleaned the wound with tender care, and applied some ointment.

"Aaaabbbbiii!" Shivnya’s voice cracked as pain lanced through her, her nails biting into Abhimanyu’s arm, her grip desperate and trembling.

"Shh... bas, ho gaya," Abhimanyu whispered, his voice gentle yet firm as he finished the bandage, his fingers lingering over her wound, trying to soothe her. His eyes softened, but concern clouded his expression, watching her struggle.

Before he could say another word, Shivnya’s voice cut through the quiet room, low and commanding. "Wait." Her body shifted, and before Abhimanyu could react, she nestled herself fully into his lap, her breath hitching as her bare skin pressed against his.

His heart skipped a beat, confusion flickering in his eyes. He wasn’t used to this—this vulnerability from her. Wet, and slick from the recent shower, her warmth melded with his. She clung to him, her face buried in the crook of his neck. Her voice came out fragile, like a secret she was scared to admit. "We really can’t postpone the conference… I just want to stay like this… in your lap. All day."

His heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of pride and tenderness. Was this the same woman who once recoiled at his touch, who would’ve rather fought him than shared such an intimate moment? He could hardly believe it. His hand instinctively found the curve of her waist, grounding her, grounding them both.

"Should I?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, afraid to break the delicate tension between them.

"No," she said, her tone hardening as she pulled back slightly, looking him dead in the eye, a storm brewing within her. Determination burned in her gaze, sharper than any pain she’d felt moments before. "No. It’s important. I want to finally announce to everyone that I’m married to you. Then those stupid girls can stop dreaming about you."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, anger flaring at the memory. She clenched her fists, as if fighting to keep her emotions in check. The possessiveness that surged through her veins was almost palpable. She wasn’t the type to share—especially not when it came to him.

Abhimanyu smirked, a soft, amused chuckle rumbling through his chest. He knew this side of her all too well. "Oh, I remember. You were ruthless with her," he teased, his eyes glittering with mischief.

Her gaze sharpened, and she leaned in, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper, dripping with venom. "Anyone who tries to come near you again... I’ll kill her. Just like that." The dark promise in her tone sent a shiver through him.

He chuckled again, though this time there was something softer in it, an attempt to ease her possessive rage. His hand slid up to cradle her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. "Kitten, you don’t have to go that far. I’m already yours. Only yours."

But Shivnya’s eyes narrowed further, the playful heat in his words doing nothing to lessen the fire burning in her chest. "Shut up," she shot back, her voice cutting. "You were the one who gouged out his eyes, and now you’re acting like this?"

His smirk faltered for a moment, and he tried to protest, his voice dipping into something more pleading. "But jaan—"

"Ikk, leave it." She silenced him instantly, her gaze hard and unyielding. There was no room for discussion, no space for playful banter. Her hands slid off his chest as she pulled away, letting the tension simmer down. "We’re already late for the function. Let’s get ready."

SHIVNYA’S POV 

"Yeah," I muttered, fumbling to put on my bra. But before I could finish, Abhimanyu stepped closer, his warm hands gently capturing mine. His gaze held a tenderness that melted my resolve.

"Jaan," he began softly, though his tone carried an unyielding determination, "you shouldn’t be doing this. Let your shoulder heal fully. I should be the one helping you, not the other way around."

I tried to hold my ground, my voice quieter than I intended. "Abhi, I can manage. It’s not a big deal."

His brow arched, a teasing light flickering in his eyes. "Really? You’re fine, are you?"

I hesitated under his penetrating gaze, my defenses crumbling like sand against the tide. With a small sigh, I conceded. "Fine."

A victorious smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t gloat. "Good. Wait here."

He disappeared momentarily, returning fully dressed in his shirt and pants. His movements were calm yet purposeful as he opened the wardrobe. Pulling out my panties, he crouched before me, his touch as gentle as the brush of a feather.

"Abhi, I—"

"Shh," he murmured, his voice soothing. "Let me do this for you."

His hands lingered only long enough to ensure I was comfortable before moving on to help me into my shapewear. The care he poured into even the smallest actions made my chest ache with affection.

"How do you know all this?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.

He smiled, his eyes glinting with a playful secret. "I have a younger sister. You learn things when you grow up with one."

I narrowed my eyes, skeptical. "I’m not buying that."

He laughed softly, standing to fetch my blouse. "Believe it or not, it’s the truth."

As he helped me into my blouse, his fingers brushing against my skin sent a shiver through me. He paused, his gaze flickering to mine, as though he felt it too.

He then reached for my saree, unfolding it with practiced ease. Watching him drape it around me with such precision and care made my heart swell.

"Are you secretly a designer or something?" I teased, trying to mask how deeply his attentiveness affected me.

He chuckled. "Just a man who loves his wife."

Once he had draped the saree flawlessly, he turned to the jewelry box. Each piece he selected was chosen with care—my mangalsutra, earrings, and pendant. The way he secured each item felt like he was anchoring me to him, a silent vow in every touch.

When he was done, I softly said, "Abhi, help me hide these hickeys."

His lips curled into a knowing smirk, his expression darkening with playful mischief. "Of course."

As he worked with the concealer and color corrector, his fingers brushing against my skin, I pointed to his neck. "You should hide yours too."

His chuckle was deep and rich, sending warmth straight to my core. "There’s no point. Everyone’s already seen them—the hickeys, the lipstick marks... all of it."

Heat rushed to my cheeks. "Abhiiii!"

He grinned, clearly enjoying my embarrassment. "What? I’m just being honest, jaan."

When he finished concealing my marks, he moved to put on his tuxedo. As he reached for his tie, I stopped him, pulling it from the drawer.

"You forgot something," I said softly.

His gaze softened, filling with a depth that made my breath hitch. "I didn’t forget. I was waiting for you. I’ll only wear my tie if you put it on me. But with your shoulder, I don’t think you should."

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes at the way he always put me first. I shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat, and patted the bed. "Sit here."

"Jaan..." he hesitated, his concern evident.

"Sit," I repeated firmly.

Reluctantly, he sat, and I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing against the stubble on his jaw. "You’ve done so much for me, Abhi. Let me do this for you."

He didn’t argue this time, his eyes locked on mine, brimming with unspoken love. Slowly, I knotted the tie, my fingers brushing against his collarbone. His gaze never wavered, his love and admiration flowing through the silence.

Once done, I reached for a comb, and he groaned playfully. "Please, jaan, don’t style my hair the way you did last time."

A laugh bubbled from my chest. "I promise to behave this time."

With careful strokes, I combed his hair, adjusting each strand until it was perfect. Then I grabbed the moisturizer and started applying it to his face.

He frowned slightly, his confusion almost endearing. "Isn’t this for women?"

I laughed softly, shaking my head. "No, silly. Anyone can use it. It’s good for your skin."

When I was done, I leaned back and smiled. "Now you’re perfect."

He grinned, pulling me into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around me like a shield. "So are you," he whispered against my ear.

I laughed softly, pulling back to look at him. "Only your coat is left."

He smirked, releasing me to grab his coat, his every movement radiating a quiet confidence that always made my heart race.

"I’ll bring it; you go," he said, his voice gentle yet firm.

But I knew better. If I went first, Tanmay and Yuvii would jump at the chance to tease me mercilessly. Their taunts would echo in my ears for days.

Pouting, I looked up at him with my best puppy-dog eyes. "No, please... come with me. Everyone will tease me if I go alone!"

He paused, his lips twitching into a small, indulgent smile. "Fine, fine, baba. Wait a second."

With an amused shake of his head, he grabbed his coat from the chair. Draping it over his arm, he turned back to me and offered his hand. I placed mine in his, and he gently intertwined our fingers.

"Ready?" he asked softly.

I nodded, my cheeks warming at the thought of everyone downstairs. Together, we walked out of the room, his firm yet comforting grip on my hand steadying me.

As we descended the staircase, the familiar sound of voices and laughter grew louder. My nerves fluttered in anticipation, but Abhimanyu’s presence was grounding. He glanced at me, his expression calm and reassuring.

"Relax," he murmured under his breath, squeezing my hand

We reached the bottom of the stairs, and I paused, momentarily stunned. The entire living room was beautifully adorned with white and pink lilies, their soft fragrance filling the air with an almost magical warmth.

As we walked toward the dining table, everyone was already seated, seemingly prepared for the upcoming conference. They looked elegant, poised—too poised. But their barely contained grins made my cheeks flush with heat. I knew exactly why they were smiling.
God, why me?

All of this… was Abhimanyu’s fault.

He pulled out a chair for me with that maddening gentlemanly charm and waited until I sat beside him. As soon as the servant began serving food, the room filled with nothing but stifled laughter and knowing smirks. It was excruciating.

Then, Dadaji’s voice finally broke the silence.

“The reporters and media will be here by 11 a.m. I trust both of you are mentally prepared for whatever you decide to say—or not say.”

We both nodded in quiet agreement, hoping the conversation would end there.

But no, my idiotic devar just had to open his mouth.

“Badi Maa, did you know makeup these days can cover up any marks on your body?” Tanmay said, barely holding back a grin.

Maa shot me a sheepish smile and then replied, sweetly sarcastic, “Oh really? I didn’t know that, Tanmay.”

And then my dear husband decided to chime in—with full mafia energy.

“Tanmay is absolutely right. Makeup can even hide bruises on the face… like the ones you get after someone punches you,” Abhimanyu said, still smiling, “Shall we test that theory, Tanmay? Oh, and by the way, did you manage to find that file I asked you about?”

Tanmay froze. “Bhai, bhai, I’m sorry! I’ll just eat quietly,” he mumbled, stuffing food into his mouth like a guilty child.

Abhimanyu gave him a tight, smug smile. And just like that, the upper hand shifted—to me. I wasn’t the only one being teased anymore. Now, the whole family was laughing at him.

And honestly? It felt amazing.

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