65. SHIRT

SHIVNYA’S POV 

I got ready in a white saree, and Abhimanyu wore a crisp white kurta. We were called to the marriage hall-not for the wedding, that was already over-but for the dinner afterward.

As we entered, I could feel all eyes on us. Some young girls couldn't take their eyes off Abhimanyu-well, let's be honest, they were ogling him. And just as a few boys walked a little too close to me, I felt his arm slide around my waist, firm and protective, silently telling everyone exactly who I belonged to.

We walked in and took our seats. But of course, drama follows good looks. One of those same girls walked over to Abhimanyu, holding a plate of food, and said sweetly,
"Abhimanyu ji, this is for you... it's a specialty of our culture."

Abhimanyu's face remained unreadable, calm as ever. Before he could even lift a finger, I took the plate from her hands with a smile so fake I could've been on a soap opera.
"Thank you," I said, my eyes daring her to stick around.
The moment she noticed me properly, she disappeared like a popped balloon.

We both sat and started eating-from the same plate. No chance I was letting him use a separate one, especially not after that little stunt. I knew he would've ignored her anyway, but still... I'm not taking any risks.

After dinner, we congratulated the newlyweds. As the evening wound down and the guests slowly left, we were shown to our room for the night. It was right next to the couple's suite.

A new place, a new night, and him-just mine.

As we stepped into the room after the wedding, the weight of the day settled on my shoulders, and I couldn't stand the feel of the heavy saree any longer. I turned to Abhi, my voice soft and pleading, "Abhi, I don't want to wear this saree anymore."

Abhimanyu chuckled, a warm sound that sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he looked at me. "Then don't," he said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

I pouted, feeling a bit helpless. "But then, what should I wear?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

He raised an eyebrow, a devilish smirk curling on his lips. His gaze darkened with a familiar, intoxicating desire. "I wouldn't mind seeing you naked," he teased, his voice dropping an octave, thick with lust.

His words sent a jolt of surprise through me, and I felt my cheeks flush. My heart skipped a beat, but I managed a shy smile, trying to hide the flutter of excitement in my chest. "Behave, Abhi," I chided softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Abhi laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made my pulse quicken. His eyes softened, filled with a tenderness that made my heart ache. He pointed to his shirt lying on the bed. "Here, wear my shirt. It'll be more comfortable for you."

I took the shirt from his hands, the fabric warm from his touch, and went to change. The moment I put it on, I felt a mix of comfort and thrill. The shirt was oversized, but it clung to my curves in all the right places, the dampness of the fabric making it slightly translucent.

As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice how it showcased my body-the way it hugged my chest, barely concealing my pink nipples, and how it hung just above my mid-thighs, teasingly revealing. My collarbone and cleavage were on full display, and I felt a mix of shyness and boldness I hadn't experienced before.

I stepped out of the bathroom and caught Abhi's gaze. "How do I look, Mr. Rathore?" I asked, my voice tinged with nervousness and anticipation.

The moment our eyes met, his breath caught. His eyes widened, darkening with a deep, burning desire that made my heart race. It was as if he were seeing me for the first time, and the intensity of his gaze made my skin tingle. He slowly walked towards me, his kurta was already discarded, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs, broad chest, and powerful arms. The sight of him, so strong and masculine, made my knees weak.

He reached out, pulling me close with a gentle but firm grip. The shirt I wore rode up slightly, exposing more of my thighs, and I felt a delicious thrill as his hands roamed over my body. His touch was possessive, claiming every inch of me.

"Jaan," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion, "if a heart attack had a face, it would look like you right now."

His words were filled with such raw, unfiltered admiration that I felt my breath hitch. My face flushed with heat, and I couldn't help but smile, though I tried to hide it by biting my lower lip. His hands slid under the shirt, gripping my ass with a rough tenderness that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. "Abhi," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of shyness and desire.

He leaned in, his lips hovering just a breath away from mine, his eyes locking onto mine with a dark, smoldering intensity. "I'm just telling the truth," he whispered, his voice low and sultry, every word dripping with sincerity.

Before I could respond, he pulled me even closer, lifting me slightly so that I was standing on my toes. "Jaan," he breathed, his voice filled with a need that mirrored my own.

Then, in a heartbeat, our lips collided, and the world around us disappeared. The kiss was electric, filled with a deep, primal hunger that had been building for days, weeks, maybe even longer. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands tangled in his hair as he pressed me against the wall, the hard surface cool against my back.

He kissed me with a fervor that left me breathless, his tongue exploring my mouth with an intensity that made my heart race. He bit down on my lower lip, sucking on it until I tasted the metallic blood, but the pain only fueled the passion between us.

He looked at me with an almost predatory gaze, like a vampire who had finally found the source of his deepest desires. He was hungry-for me, for my body, my blood, my sweetness, my very essence. His need was palpable, and it ignited something deep within me, something that had been simmering just beneath the surface.

Our kiss grew more frantic, more desperate, as if we were both trying to make up for lost time. My breath came in short gasps, but I couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. I tried to push him away, slapping at his chest in a futile attempt to slow down, but he only responded by pinning my wrists above my head, trapping me against the wall. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved it.

I struggled to catch my breath, my vision starting to blur as he continued to kiss me, exploring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. My body was trembling, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he finally pulled back, his grip on my wrists loosening.

I collapsed against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face in his chest as I tried to catch my breath. His heart was pounding against my ear, as fast and erratic as my own, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Abhi," I whispered, my voice shaky but filled with affection. "I love you."

He tightened his arms around me, holding me close as if he never wanted to let go. "I love you too, jaan," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "More than anything."

We stayed like that for a long moment, just holding each other, our hearts beating in sync. In that moment, nothing else mattered-just us, and the love we shared.

As my breaths finally steadied, he cradled me in his arms, guiding me gently to the bed. His touch was tender, as if he was holding something precious, and he laid me down with a care that made my heart swell. His lips began a slow journey, starting at my forehead, where he placed a soft, reverent kiss. He moved to my eyes, kissing them as though sealing a secret promise, then to my nose, brushing it lightly with affection. When his lips found mine, he kissed me deeply, his love pouring into every lingering touch.

He continued, his kisses tender yet filled with a growing hunger, trailing down to my throat and then lower, to my cleavage.

" Abhi we are in someone else house "
He didn't care and continued, with deliberate slowness, he began unbuttoning my shirt, his fingers trembling slightly as they worked, as if he was unwrapping a gift he had longed for.

" Abhi are you listening me or not " I said in low whisper as I don't know where my voice has gone in our intimacy

" I am listening shivuu but I can't control, I have controlled a lot " Each button he opened revealed more of me to his gaze, and with every inch of skin exposed, he pressed his lips against it, warm and possessive.

" Anhh stop it baby we can't do here its kinda awkward " he pressed his finger against my lips and said in his husky low voice

" I can't control my hunger , I want you, let me eat you I want you , savour this beautiful body of my wife, please don't stop me today " I saw the hunger for my body in his eyes and before I could say anything he continued , When he reached my chest, his kisses grew more fervent, his mouth worshipping the curves of my breasts as though he couldn't get enough of me.

" Anhhh abhiii my nipples are sensitive"

His breath was hot against my skin, sending shivers down my spine as he moved lower, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, each one wetter, deeper, and more passionate than the last.

When he finally reached my belly button, he paused, placing a soft wet saliva kiss there before gently nibbling, his eyes never leaving mine , my fingers find the way to his hairs and curled in his hairs .

The connection between us felt electric, his gaze holding a promise of what was to come. My body responded to his touch, every nerve alight with anticipation as he continued his descent, kissing downwards with a reverence that made me feel cherished.

When his lips finally reached my wet core, he placed a delicate, almost reverent kiss there, followed by a teasing nibble that sent waves of pleasure rippling through me. My heart fluttered wildly, like a jungle of butterflies had been set loose in my belly, as he began to lavish attention on my inner thighs, his mouth hot and insistent, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin in a way that left me trembling.

He continued down to my feet, where he kissed them with surprising tenderness, then looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "You are the goddess of my life," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "The one I devote every second to. You are the love of my life, the ruler of my world-but not in bed. In bed, I am the ruler, I am the animal and you are my feast , and we will have some certain rules for making love, enjoying pleasure , and our own way of doing things. But for now," he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, "we do everything raw."

His words sent a thrill through me, a mix of excitement and uncertainty, but the love in his eyes reassured me. I nodded, trusting him with everything I had. He removed my shirt fully, his eyes roaming over my now bare skin with a look of adoration and hunger. He smiled softly, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that melted my heart. "Enjoy the pleasure I'm about to give you," he whispered, our eyes meeting each other. We didn't break eye contact for a second, his voice low and filled with promise.

He hovered over me, his body close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. Our naked bodies pressed against each other, skin to skin, and I could feel the steady beat of his heart against mine. He began to kiss my neck, his lips moving with slow, deliberate care.

He sucked gently at first, then more deeply, as if he was trying to draw out every bit of pleasure. I moaned softly, my hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as waves of sensation washed over me. "Anhhhh , Abhi, yesss " I breathed, my voice a mix of desire and need.

He didn't stop, his lips brushing against my neck as he murmured, "Yes, jaan." His voice was like a caress, sending shivers down my spine.

My legs curled up reflexively as he found a particularly sensitive spot, and I gasped, "Abhi, we're in someone else's house." But he was lost in his own world, determined to claim me in a way that left no room for doubt. His hands moved to my breasts, massaging them with a touch that was both firm and gentle, and he shifted to the other side of my neck, where he bit down harder, marking me as his.

" Abhiiii my boobs are sensitive "

My toes curled tightly, my body arching towards him as he continued to suck and nibble, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake. I fisted my hands more tightly in his hair, my breath coming in ragged gasps as he murmured between open-mouthed kisses,

"I don't care, jaan. I can't stop now. I want you raw and badly. You can't imagine how long I've waited for this moment. Don't stop me now."

His voice was desperate, filled with a longing that matched my own. He bit into my neck again, more forcefully this time, his teeth sinking into my skin as his hands squeezed my breasts, his fingers finding my nipples and pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. The sharp pain made me wince, "Aunchhhh, Abhi, slow down, it's painful, " I pleaded softly.

He heard the pain in my voice and immediately softened his touch, his lips returning to soothe the tender spots with gentle kisses. I knew the marks he was leaving would be visible, dark and impossible to hide.

"Abhi, we're in someone else's house," I reminded him, my voice tinged with concern. "I don't have my makeup to hide these marks." He paused, his expression shifting from passion to confusion and then frustration. His eyes searched mine, and I could see the struggle in them. I cupped his cheeks, trying to explain, "Baby, I don't have makeup. How will I hide them?" He frowned, his frustration bubbling to the surface as he replied,

"Who told you to hide them? Flaunt them. Let everyone know who owns you, whose property you are, who loves you so much that he left his marks on you."

His words were filled with possessive love, but I knew I had to calm him down. "Abhi, then give me the marks where I can hide them," I suggested gently, trying to find a middle ground. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he fought to control the passion surging through him. When he opened them again, they were filled with a steely determination. In a voice tinged with warning, he said,

"Okay, fine, but this is the first and last time I'll follow your orders in bed."

His words sent a shiver of anticipation through me, and as he resumed his kisses, I knew that no matter what, this moment would be unforgettable.

ABHIMANYU’S POV 

As my lips caressed her chest, I felt her heart racing beneath her skin, a rhythm that matched my own. My hands began their slow, deliberate journey across her body, savoring every curve. I traced her sides, lingering on the softness of her belly, before gripping her hips with a possessive tenderness. One hand slid down to cup her ass, squeezing gently, while the other ventured to her warm, wet core. She moaned softly, her breath hitching as I began to tease her, my fingers dancing over her sensitive skin with a mixture of tenderness and desire.

I couldn't resist the urge to push a single finger inside her, and she cried out in surprise, "Aaaaaaah!" Her voice was filled with a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. I quickly captured her lips with mine, silencing her with a gentle, yet passionate kiss, and whispered against her mouth, "Shh, jaan, don't shout. We're in someone else's house." There was a hint of playful reprimand in my voice, but also an undertone of deep affection. She responded with a soft hum, her lips melting into mine as I slid a second finger inside her, watching her eyes widen with a blend of shock and arousal.

Her body responded to me in ways that made my heart swell with love. I moved my fingers inside her, feeling her tighten and shudder, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. She clung to me, her nails digging into my back, and I could feel her every emotion-her need, her desire, her trust. "Abhiiiiiiiii, anhhhhh my pusssy is aching " she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and pleading as I added a third finger, stretching her gently, preparing her for what was to come. She was trembling, her body overwhelmed and aching for wanting more and more , but she trusted me, and that trust made everything between us feel even more intimate, more sacred.

As I felt her begin to adjust, I pulled my fingers out, watching her gasp, her chest heaving as she panted. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her lips parted as she hovered on the brink of release. I couldn't help but smirk, the anticipation in the air thick between us. Standing up, I slowly removed my pants and boxers, revealing myself to her fully. Her eyes widened in shock, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she whispered, "Abhi... I don't think I can fit you in me."

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