SHIVNYA’S POV
The days were filled with bliss—especially after the day we made out in my office room. Every time I sit there now, the memory of that day plays like a vivid scene in my mind. The way he took me—rough, relentless—left me unable to walk properly. He had to take me home himself, covering for me by saying I had tripped on my ankle.
After that day, things changed in the bedroom. He started laying out rules—safe words, limits, and control. He told me he'd always be dominant, and I'd be submissive. Only on rare occasions would we switch. He even laid out "bed rules"—ones meant to protect, not restrict.
His voice still echoes in my head, along with those rules. My body trembles even now, just remembering.
"I don't make love to you, sweetheart. I eat you. You're the feast this starving man craves."
That husky growl, full of need and raw hunger, still sends shivers down my spine.
This man is going to be the death of me...
A sudden knock on the door pulled me away from my wicked daydream.
"Ma'am, may I come in?"
Rishi's calm, professional tone grounded me back in reality.
"Yes, come in," I said, straightening up.
He walked in and placed a few files and his laptop on my desk.
"Ma'am, everything is finalized for the Mittal project and the exhibition. It's scheduled at one of our finest hotels in Mumbai. Here are the details, and they've requested a meeting with you."
I flipped through the papers and nodded. The Mittals were elite clients—agreeing to a meeting was a no-brainer.
"Schedule it."
"Is July 9th okay, ma'am?"
July 9th.
My brain said yes.
But my heart?
It screamed no.
Why?
I rolled the date around in my head until realization hit me like a freight train.
Abhimanyu's birthday.
How the hell did I forget that?
"Ma'am?" Rishi's voice broke into my thoughts again.
"Uh... no. Don't schedule it for the 9th. Make it the 12th instead. And... I'll be working from home most of this week. If anything urgent comes up, let me know."
Excitement began to stir inside me. This would be Abhimanyu's first birthday since we officially became a couple.
Back when we were kids, I used to run the other way whenever I saw him coming. He terrified me. But now?
Now, I couldn't get enough of him.
I wrapped up work early—without informing Abhimanyu. If I had, he would've insisted on picking me up or coming home with me.
Within thirty minutes, I was back at the haveli.
As I stepped in, I spotted Maa, Chachi, and Dadi chatting in the living room, their laughter echoing softly.
I walked over with a bright smile on my face.
"Shivuu, you're home early! Are you alright, beta? Did something happen?" Maa's concerned eyes scanned me.
I laughed softly and shook my head.
"Maa, relax. I'm totally fine. I just came early because... I need to discuss something important with all of you."
They all exchanged confused glances.
"What is it, beta?" Chachi asked gently.
I took a breath, my excitement bubbling over.
"Maa... Abhi's birthday is coming in just a few days," I said with a smile. But the moment those words left my mouth, everyone's expression changed. The smiles faded.
Maa looked at me and spoke softly, "Your husband doesn't celebrate his birthday."
Confusion clouded my face.
"Why?" I asked, glancing around the room. Everyone looked hesitant, unsure if they should tell me or not.
Before Chachi or Dadi could say anything, Maa chuckled lightly, came closer, and gently made me sit beside her.
"Because of you, Shivuu."
Her words confused me even more.
"Me? But I hardly knew him before marriage!"
Maa nodded slowly and began to speak again.
"The last birthday we celebrated was when he turned ten. That day..."
Her voice trailed into memory.
---
The party was in full swing. Laughter, balloons, cake—everything a child's birthday should have. But little Abhimanyu stood near the window, his eyes searching.
"Mumma, Puffy Cheek didn't come to my birthday," he said with a pout, disappointment on his tiny face.
Ridhimaa, his mother, bent down and stroked his hair gently.
"It's okay, Abhimanyu. She's much younger than you... and besides—"
Before she could finish, Abhimanyu cut in with teary eyes.
"Is she scared of me? Do I look that bad?"
Ridhimaa's heart broke at his words. She held his cheeks.
"No baby, you are so handsome. You're the little prince of our Rajput clan. Maybe that's why she's scared. She thinks you'll punish her," she said with a warm smile, trying to cheer him up.
She knew she couldn't force Shivnya—after all, she was just a child too, and her family had its own struggles.
---
Snapping out of the memory, I looked at Maa and said softly,
"But Maa, I was just a kid. I hardly remember anything from back then..."
Maa chuckled, wiping the corner of her eye.
"I know, but you were our Puffy Cheek. And your husband—he used to drool over you even back then. And now? Well, nothing's changed."
We all laughed. I smiled and said with a playful smirk,
"Maa, tension not! This time, we'll celebrate his birthday with a grand bash!"
"Will he agree?" she asked with a raised brow.
I winked.
"Agree? His whole existence agrees to me!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Later That Day...
I was in the kitchen with Maa, helping her prepare dinner while chatting away, when suddenly a familiar voice echoed through the corridor.
"Shivuu! Shivuu!"
Maa laughed instantly, teasing,
"Lijiye, aa gaye aapke pati dev!"
( see your husband came )
I blushed, feeling my cheeks heat up. Quickly washing my hands, I ran out to see what he wanted.
"What happened?" I asked, raising a brow.
"You came early?"
Abhimanyu tilted his head and smirked,
"Yeah. You go freshen up. Dinner's almost ready," I said, trying to brush him off politely.
But this man had other plans.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close.
"First give me my kiss, then I'll think about going."
Shameless. This man has become absolutely shameless.
"Have you gone mad? We're in the living room! Staff's working. Anyone could walk in—"
But he was already leaning in, hovering just inches away from my lips.
"I don't care. I'm kissing my wife. Why should I be ashamed?"
And before I could argue more, his lips met mine. My eyes widened in panic as I heard footsteps approaching. But this insane man, this royal monkey, still deepened the kiss—sucking gently on my bottom lip while holding my chin so I couldn't move.
As the footsteps got louder, he finally broke the kiss with a small peck on my nose and ran upstairs with a wicked grin on his face.
Leaving me stunned.
Breathless.
And extremely embarrassed.
Just as I tried to compose myself, Baba appeared.
"What happened, Shivuu? You look stressed."
What should I say?
'Nothing Baba, your son just made out with me in the living room and ran away like a monkey?'
"Nothing, Baba," I mumbled and rushed back to the kitchen.
Maa was smirking the second I walked in.
"Gave your husband his kiss?" she teased.
My eyes widened. WHAT?!
I swear this man doesn't leave a single moment to embarrass me!
---
Later That Night – Dinner Time
We all sat together for dinner, sharing laughter and small talk. Abhimanyu, of course, kept gesturing for me to come upstairs.
I shook my head, mouthing,
"Maa has called me for some work. I'll be with her for a while."
He frowned a bit.
"What work?"
I confidently made up something.
"Ladies' stuff. You go ahead, I'll come later."
He eventually left for the study, probably to catch up on work. Baba and Dadaji also went with him.
All of us ladies gathered in Maa's room. After a while, I sat next to her and asked,
"Maa, I want to do something really special for him. Tell me some of his childhood memories—something I can use to make his birthday unforgettable. I don't know much about him, but your son... he knows everything about me."
All three of them laughed fondly.
Maa smiled with a soft sigh.
"Abhimanyu didn't have many special childhood memories. Aarav and he are only a year apart, so they were always together in school. He actually started school late. Plus, since we were family friends, it never mattered much. Just like your brother, he was sent to boarding school at ten."
My heart sank a little.
"After that...?"
Maa nodded sadly.
"After that, he became distant. A little rude. Didn't talk to anyone much. When he took over as King and got involved in business, he became even more quiet—only speaking when necessary. I used to be so worried for him."
Her voice cracked slightly.
"But one day," she smiled faintly, "he came back. Around when he was 24. And slowly, he started to change again. He stayed home more. He listened. He... smiled more."
I leaned in, curious and soft-spoken.
"Like what, Mumma? What did he learn from you?"
Dadi Maa chuckled softly, sipping her tea.
"He learned to cook... and miserably failed most of the time!" she said, shaking her head fondly. "But still, your husband tried hard. He prepared so many dishes for us — half of them inedible, but his effort was adorable."
We all laughed, imagining Abhimanyu in an apron, probably burning the kitchen down.
Chachi added next,
"He even tried to become soft-spoken. We saw him trying to choose kinder words, speak slower, be more gentle... but I guess his work never let him stay that way for long."
Before I could react, Maa jumped into the conversation with a mischievous smile.
"But you know what surprised me most?" she said, eyes sparkling.
"He was so eager to learn how to drape sarees, understand women's nature, and even all those 'girls' stuff'. He used to ask Avni about everything — what girls like, what they hate, how they feel. Avni adored him those days!"
Everyone laughed again.
But I froze.
He learned all this? This man, who acts like he doesn't understand basic emotions sometimes, actually learned how to drape a saree? And he said...
"I want to learn everything that'll make you love me more, and effortlessly."
That memory hit me like a wave.
Wait... did he do all this... for me?
Even before we got close? Even before we were married?
Curiosity flooded my chest.
"Maa... where did he use to live back then? Before he came here?" I asked, my voice unusually serious.
Maa looked a little confused, trying to remember.
"Beta... there was no fixed place. One day he was in New York, then the next in Mumbai... Brazil, Delhi, London. He kept moving constantly. Never stayed in one place for long."
Her words echoed in my mind like a puzzle falling into place.
Was it really possible? Reyansh — his friend — also once hinted something similar. That he had changed... but for whom?
And now, I think I'm slowly understanding the answer.
---
After saying goodnight to everyone, I quietly made my way upstairs to our room. My heart was beating faster for reasons I couldn't explain.
As I pushed the door gently, there he was — lying on the bed, casually scrolling through his phone. His hair slightly messy, glasses perched on his nose, one arm resting behind his head.
Just existing... like my whole world.
He looked up and smiled lazily.
"Ohh... look who finally remembered she has a husband."
His tone was teasing, but that warmth... oh God.
And all I could think of was:
He did it all... for me?
"Yeah, my husband," I said with a mock sigh, "I finally got time for you."
I walked over to him and sat down beside him on the bed.
But before I could even breathe, he pulled me straight into his lap, arms locked around my waist.
"What work were you doing?" he asked, eyes narrowing slightly — playful, but curious.
Shit. Excuse? Kya excuse banaun?
I panicked for a moment and decided to completely dodge the question.
"First, you tell me something," I said, placing a hand on his chest. "What was your age when you first saw me in London?"
His brow furrowed a bit.
"Why do you want to know?" he asked, a little confused.
I nudged him playfully.
"Just tell me na, don't ask questions!"
He finally smiled — that same soft, heart-melting smile — and said:
"I was 24 years old at that time."
And in that very moment...
Everything fell into place.
He was 24. That was the year he changed.
Every story Maa told, every hint from Reyansh, every word he himself had said... they all pointed to this truth.
He changed for me. Not for anyone else. Just... for me.
Overwhelmed, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. My heart was racing, and my eyes brimmed with tears that I couldn't stop even if I tried.
He froze for a second, sensing the emotion.
"What happened? Why are you asking all this suddenly?" he asked, voice softer now.
I wiped my eyes quickly and mumbled,
"Nothing. Just... I'm sleepy now. Let's sleep, hmm?"
Before he could ask more, I jumped off his lap and slipped under the quilt, pretending to yawn.
He watched me for a second, amused.
Then he climbed into bed beside me and spooned me from behind, his arms wrapping around my waist, face buried in my neck.
"Tension not, wifey," he whispered with a grin, "I'll get to know everything in the morning. You can't run away from me, meri biwi."
I smiled quietly, eyes closed, holding onto the warmth of his arms.
AUTHOR’S POV
Next Morning
As the early rays of sun filtered through the curtains, Shivnya stirred awake, only to find the space beside her already empty. She blinked sleepily and smiled.
"Gym, obviously," she whispered to herself, stretching lightly.
Without wasting a second, she slipped out of bed, took a quick shower, and got ready — carefully, quietly, making sure Abhimanyu didn't catch her before her plans began. The moment her feet touched the kitchen floor, she was already in mission mode.
She had already spoken to everyone in the house about the secret birthday bash. The plan was simple: Operation Pati Ko Surprise Do Not Spoil It. Everyone had one job — don't let Abhimanyu get suspicious and act normal. Simple. Right?
Not really.
---
Meanwhile, upstairs...
Abhimanyu stepped out of the gym, towel around his neck, heading to the room to check if his wife had woken up. But the room was... empty.
A little pout formed on his lips as he walked in, calling softly,
"Shivuu?"
But before he could pick up his phone to call her, his eyes landed on a small sticky note stuck to the mirror.
Written in her adorable handwriting:
"My cute Patidev ji 💖
Don't even think of shouting my name!
Because of YOU, I already get teased so much!
Now go get ready quickly and meet me on the dining table 🥲💋
— Your Cute Troublemaker"
Abhimanyu chuckled, shaking his head, a grin spreading across his face.
"My little babby " he mumbled, his heart melting all over again.
---
Downstairs...
Shivnya was in the kitchen, wearing a simple, loose white kurti. Her damp hair was cascading over her shoulders, glowing like silk in the morning light. As she moved around, checking the breakfast dishes and stealing glances at everyone, she didn't even notice Abhimanyu's eyes on her from across the room.
He stood there silently for a moment.
Completely smitten.
He had seen her thousands of times — in every mood, every outfit, every light — but somehow, each time felt like the first. As if his entire world came into focus only when she appeared.
He quietly took his seat at the dining table, still lost in her.
Everyone else slowly joined in.
"I'll drop you to the office today," Abhimanyu offered, his tone casual but hopeful.
Shivnya blinked and gave a tiny, shaky smile.
"Uhmm... no need. I-I'm not going to the office today. It's... work from home today."
Abhimanyu tilted his head, confused.
"Okay... then I'll work from home too."
But before he could even process that thought, a loud chorus of "NO!" came from the entire family.
He looked around, completely baffled.
His father cleared his throat and spoke quickly,
"Beta, we actually have some work lined up with you at the office today. Important meetings. That's why we said no — you'll have to go."
Abhimanyu stared at them suspiciously.
"Everyone's acting weird..." he thought to himself.
Still, he nodded.
After breakfast, as he picked up his bag, he walked over to Shivnya, and in his usual way, pulled her into a subtle hug. Before she could protest, he kissed her cheek lightly and whispered near her ear:
"I'll be back soon, my jaan. I'm going to miss you like hell today, knowing you're at home and I can't stay."
And with that, he walked out with his uncle and Dadaji, glancing back one last time... feeling like something was up.
Little did he know...
The surprise of his life was cooking behind that innocent white kurti and those stolen kitchen glances.
As soon as Abhimanyu left for work that morning, Shivnya sighed deeply and rolled up her metaphorical sleeves.
"Okay, time to make the list."
She sat down with her notebook, jotting down everything — decorations, cake theme, lighting, food menu, guest list, and a few surprises she planned personally.
The house buzzed gently in the background. Chachi, Dadi, and Maa were all helping in hushed coordination, all smiles and excitement.
By late afternoon, the plan was almost complete.
Almost.
Except... the gifts.
What to give the man who seems to have everything — charm, royalty, power, and her heart?
She sat back on the sofa, thinking hard. Ideas flowed in and out, nothing felt just right. Her mind was trying to focus, but her phone kept lighting up.
Abhi: "I miss you."
Abhi: "What are you doing?
Abhi: "Why aren't you replying???"
Abhi: "Do you miss me or not??"
She chuckled every time she saw his name flash on screen, biting her lip to stop from smiling too hard.
And before she could even think of finishing the gift planning...
He came home.
At 5 PM sharp, walking in like a man on a mission, throwing his bag on the couch and saying,
"I can't do this. Knowing you're at home and I'm not? Not happening."
And just like that... all the planning came to a standstill. Again.
That night, she snuggled beside him in bed, pretending to be sleepy, while her mind was busy yelling internally:
"Plan toh reh gaya, madam!"
( the plan is still incomplete madam)
---
Next Morning
New day. New hope. New excuse.
Shivnya, once again, stayed home. But this time she knew — he'll question her. So, she came prepared.
As Abhimanyu pulled on his watch and looked at her with those soft eyes, he asked casually,
"You're not going to the office again?"
She nodded, faking a little tired sigh.
"Actually, I won't be able to go for a few days..."
His eyebrows lifted in instant concern.
"Why? What happened?"
She turned away slightly to hide her guilty grin and replied,
"There's some construction work going on in my office room. Dust and paint everywhere. Work from home till it's done."
Abhimanyu squinted suspiciously for a moment.
But then he nodded, ruffled her hair, and said, "Okay... but if they don't fix it soon, I'm setting up your office in my office."
She almost choked on her chai.
He left with a little frown of confusion, still not entirely convinced.
And Shivnya? The moment the car left the driveway, she took a deep breath, looked around and whispered to herself:
"Okay Shivnya, now or never. Let's finish this surprise."
Shivnya had decided — this birthday won't be ordinary.
Not just cakes, decorations, or a surprise party.
She was going to give her husband 32 gifts.
Not random things. No.
Every gift would carry her essence. Her touch. Her time. Her effort.
And while thinking through the list, she wandered into the kitchen with her thoughts spinning like a carousel. She needed to know more about him — his likes, dislikes — the little things.
"Maa," she asked sweetly, leaning on the kitchen counter, "What sweets does Abhi love?"
Ridhimaa smiled, pausing her chopping.
"Hmm... in childhood, he was crazy about ghewar. But now..." she sighed.
"He barely eats sweets. You know how your husband is — Mr. Gym Freak."
Shivnya laughed. "Yeah, my six-pack king."
But then her eyes twinkled.
"Maa, I want to make ghewar for him on his birthday."
Ridhimaa's hands stilled.
"Beta, ghewar is... difficult to make. It's not like halwa or cake—"
"Please maa," Shivnya interrupted, smile glowing with determination.
"Let me try. I want to do this for him."
And so, the lessons began.
---
Ghewar required patience, and patience was a language Shivnya didn't speak fluently. Still, she stood in the kitchen, apron on, face dusted with flour, as she mixed, stirred, and learned. After nearly two hours, she finally got the batter right.
Just when she was about to start the next step, an important work call came in — a meeting she couldn't miss. She ran upstairs, handled it, and came back determined again.
Next step: Rabdi.
But just as she started stirring the milk, her naughty brother-in-law Tanmay walked in.
"Bhabhi! Are you seriously making ghewar?" he exclaimed, impressed.
"Trying," she huffed, "for your brother. He likes it, na?"
And with that, both Tanmay and Yuvraj joined in to help. Laughter filled the kitchen as the three of them turned it into a mini sweet workshop.
Until a car door slammed shut outside.
The clock said 4 PM.
Too early.
Too unexpected.
Too suspicious.
Shivnya's heart dropped.
"Please God, not Abhimanyu. Not now."
"Go check!" she whispered in panic.
Both brothers ran to the front and peeked through the curtains.
Yup. It was him. And he looked... frustrated.
"It's bhai!" Tanmay whispered and yelled at the same time, "Bhabhiiiiiii disappear, now!"
"We don't know where bhabhi is!" they both shouted dramatically as Abhimanyu got out of the car, visibly annoyed.
"Have you both lost your minds?" he frowned. "Why are you screaming?"
They gave him a nervous laugh, completely blowing their cover.
He pushed past them and walked inside, calling out for Shivnya.
Meanwhile, she was running around the kitchen, hiding bowls, wiping counters, throwing the apron into a drawer, and trying to calm her racing heartbeat.
She quickly grabbed a glass of water and composed herself, walking casually into the room where Abhimanyu was now pacing.
He turned as he heard her.
"What happened, Patidev?" she asked, feigning innocence.
He walked up to her, clearly annoyed.
"Where were you? I called you so many times!"
"I was with Maa," she lied quickly, holding out the water. "And since you came early, I brought you this."
He took the glass, still glaring a little but calming down as he drank.
They both sat on the couch. His mood was visibly off.
"Why are you so irritated?" she asked gently.
And then he let it all out.
"I don't know what's going on! Suddenly Dad, Chachu, Dadaji — all of them are coming to the office daily. And they keep making me do tasks that are already done. And you..."
He turned toward her, eyes narrowing,
"...You're always busy! You're not even that busy when you're running businesses! But now, suddenly, Mrs. Rathore is 'unavailable' even at home! Tell me, Shivuu, is this all some plan to keep me away from you?"
His voice cracked at the end — frustration, confusion, and a hint of jealousy mingled together.
Shivnya froze.
She hadn't expected this confrontation — not now. Not like this.
Her hands trembled slightly. Her mind raced.
Should she tell him? Should she lie again? Should she stall more?
All she could do... was stare.
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