71 . FROSTING

AUTHOR'S POV

" Anhhhh masterrr aunchhhhh " Shivnya's voice was breathless, quivering as the last of the ice cubes melted against her flushed skin. Her body trembled, the contrast of heat and cold making her hyper-aware of every touch

Abhimanyu's eyes darkened with desire. He slowly pulled down her soaked panties, revealing how deeply the ice had played with her senses - her cunt glistened, numb yet pulsing with need. He leaned in and delivered a sharp slap, firm but controlled.

"Ahhh! Abhi!" Shivnya cried out, trying to free her hands as now she was getting desperate for him. Her back arched off the bed, body responding involuntarily, because now it was getting more like a punishment. The teasing had turned into delicious torment, and desperation clawed at her insides he slapped again on her little numb cunt making her moan again so badly Abhimanyu caught her wrists and pushed her further up the bed, eyes locked on her as he growled, "What were you saying earlier? That I was sucking like a puppy getting desperate for you?"

AGAIN A SPANK ON PUSSY.

" YES I AM GETTING DESPERATE FOR YOUR CUNT, FOR YOUR BODY AND ESPECIALLY FOR YOU "

AGAIN A SPANK

Shivnya's body was aching. She was arching her body and was aching for him and then he slid a finger in her folds, just the tip of finger - enough to make her hips jerk. He dipped inside for just a second... then pulled back. The tease was maddening.

Teasing her pussy making her QUIVER, ARCH , ACHE, DESPERATE FOR HIM FOR HIS DICK.

Her body arched again, this time from sheer frustration, her legs trembling from restraint and hunger.

Then, without warning, Abhimanyu removed his finger and turned away - only to return with the chocolate truffle cake she had made for him. He placed the plate beside her, a mischievous smirk forming as he dipped two fingers into the creamy frosting.

He spread the rich chocolate slowly along her inner thighs, then leaned in - his lips trailing the sweet path on the panty lining of her , sucking gently along the sensitive skin, and then again teased with the tip of tongue

Which made Shivnya whimpered and quiver , head rolling side to side in tortured pleasure. Her tied hands somehow found their way into his hair, gripping tightly and with that Abhimanyu smirked and shivnya spoke

" Why the hell are you teasing my cunt can't you just fuck me " Abhimanyu looked up at her, his gaze molten. "Bacha," he whispered, "don't forget I am your MASTER, you surrendered in front of me tonight. That means I decide when you break , now shhh let me play with your little cunt ."

Her eyes widened, her breath caught.

Shivnya kind of regretted her decision

More frosting. This time applied delicately over her folds, a swipe across her clit, his tip of the tongue following - light, precise, devastating. She moaned louder, nearly thrashing under the weight of sensation, her body begging for more.

And then sucked more intensity and bited small bites just to tease her pussy as badly as he could to make more pressure for her as she was quivering rolling her face in the pleasure and moaning " Anhhhhhh aunchhhhh abhimanyuu " And just when the tension peaked, when her whole body trembled with anticipation...

He stopped.

Abhimanyu stood up, eyes locked onto hers, his shirt slowly unbuttoned with deliberate intention. Each layer that slipped off revealed the raw power and tension pulsing through his body. When his pants dropped to the floor, Shivnya's breath caught. His desire for her was unmistakable - straining against the fabric of his boxers.

With one smooth motion, he discarded them, freeing himself - thick, hard, and aching with need. He moved closer, pressing himself gently against her slick warmth, making her gasp and whimper.

"Ahnn... Abhiiii..." she breathed, her hips instinctively seeking more contact.

But Abhimanyu was in no hurry. He teased her, dragging his tip slowly against her core, dipping just barely inside her heat and then circling her clit, making her body arch and tremble. Her tied hands clenched the sheets, it was painfully pleasurable for her body but her mind was driving insane for having his dick in her dripping core.

Then, without warning, he moved - grabbing a condom from the drawer, slipping it on quickly. Before she could fully register what was happening, he flipped her over gently onto her belly, lifted her hips as they were in the air , and entered her from behind in one deep, slow thrust.

Shivnya's breath hitched as her chest and face was pressed into the plush sheets, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The angle was overwhelming, the depth - intense."Ahhh... Shivuuu... your body... it drives me insane," he groaned, gripping her hips tighter.

While her face was trapped down by his hand over her face making her just look in one direction not other

A sharp spank landed on her ass , making her cry out again while thrusting in her more like a madman who has been craving for her boody like he is a lion and she is his feast.

"Yes! Right there! Don't stop..." she moaned, her body arching for more.

AGAIN SPANK

And then he flipped her back onto her spine, pulled her closer, and again SPANKED then began thrusting again - deeper, rougher, desperate to cross the cervix the part of her that only he could touch. She gasped as the pressure built unbearably inside her, waves crashing through her Abhimanyu saw small droplets coming out of her vulva and knew what was happening... .

WITH A LITTLE MORE PRESSURE

SHE WILL SQUIRT

And abhimanyu did what his evil mind was thinking he pulled her near him more and took both legs over his shoulder and then started to thrust in her more painfully making the pressure and slowly rubbed her clitoris her head was rolling side to side she was literally crying at this time but it was because of pressure her body can handle that much pleasure but she can't.

And she cried out aloud " Anhhhhh Abhiiiii no i am feeling like pee " abhimanyu ignored her words because he knows she is just feeling it because he is making pressure so she can squirt properly he was groaning and cursing in a seductive voice near her ear and as she was going to squirt she said

Her eyes widened. "Abhi... I... I feel like-"

He leaned down, kissed her cheek, and whispered, "Let it go, baby. It's okay."And in that moment Abhimanyu didn't stopped for a moment or slowed down even for a nano second with every passing second he just increased the speed making both of them arch for each other's body as there is no tomorrow and - after some time she did.

Her body gave in completely, shuddering with release she squirted a fountain like water came out from her body , while he followed right after her with a deep groan he also released himself , collapsing beside her in the tangled sheets.

Both of them lay breathless, skin glistening, hearts pounding Abhimanyu pulled her over his chest

They both lay there, panting heavily, trying to catch their breath. Shivnya rested her flushed face against Abhimanyu's chest, her heartbeat gradually slowing.

Abhimanyu brushed her hair back and whispered, "Be ready for the next round."Shivnya looked into his eyes, tired but smiling, and said softly, "No, baby... that's enough for today. We'll do more after your birthday celebration."

Abhimanyu frowned playfully. "No! Tonight only. I can't wait for 24 whole hours!"Shivnya cupped his face gently and pleaded, "Please, baby... just a little wait. I promise, after that, I won't stop you the whole night." She pecked his lips tenderly, and with that, Abhimanyu gave in with a smile.

He carefully laid her down on the bed and slowly pulled himself which made her wince before heading to the washroom to freshen up. When he returned, he cleaned her gently with a cold towel, tending to her with care.

Then, he carried her to the sofa, changed the bedsheets quickly, and picked her up again to place her back on the bed. Pulling her close, he wrapped his arms around her and whispered,

"Thank you so much, Shivuu... for the best birthday gift. I love you so much, my little baby."

Shivnya smirked inwardly. Only she knew what more was planned for him.

And with warmth in their hearts and peace on their faces, they both drifted into sleep.

The Next Morning - Early Hours

Shivnya was wrapped around Abhimanyu, buried deep in his arms, as her alarm blared continuously on the nightstand. She was in a deep sleep, utterly exhausted from last night's intensity. The soundkept ringing, relentless, until Abhimanyu stirred with a groggy grunt.

He cracked open one eye, his vision blurry for a second before it cleared. Shivnya was sprawled on top of him, chest to chest, her cheek resting against his heart. He groaned as he stretched one arm toward the alarm to silence it.

Still, Shivnya didn't budge.

Just as he reached for the phone, her muffled voice came, half-asleep:
"What time is it?"

Abhimanyu smiled at his sleepy squirrel and gently stroked her head.
"It's early, bacha. You probably set your alarm on AM by mistake instead of PM."

But in the blink of an eye, Shivnya shot up with a jolt.
"Oh damn God-I'm late!"

Abhimanyu blinked at her, confused. She was the ultimate sleepyhead. Since when did she care about waking up early?

"Late? For what?" he asked, brows furrowed.

Shivnya grabbed the quilt, wrapping it around herself as she tried to sit up and said in between " for pooja " wincing with every movement. Her body, especially her sore core, ached from last night. The winces didn't go unnoticed.

Abhimanyu sat up instantly, pulling her gently into his lap with concern flashing in his eyes.
"Why are you even getting up? What pooja? I don't even like poojas, you know that. I don't believe in all that-I only believe in one goddess, and she's in my arms right now. You. I worship only you. And who the hell told Mom or Dadi to keep a pooja today-" he was rambling now, irritated at the thought of losing time with her.

But Shivnya cut him off with an angry look.
"I kept the pooja."

Abhimanyu stopped mid-rant.

"I kept it... for you. For us." Her voice was soft but stern. "I've always done this pooja for the people I love-Sanj, Aayansh, Divit-and now for you. Don't you dare say no. I know you don't believe in God, but you believe in me, right?"

Abhimanyu's frustration melted in that moment. He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, silencing her attempts to justify her heart.

"I'll do the pooja with you," he whispered, making her stop her in between saying as he knows she doesn't need to justify anything

HER WORDS ARE HIS ORDERS

"Don't stress. You're my wife-and I love you. I'll do anything that makes you happy."

Shivnya cupped his face with both hands, her thumbs brushing his cheekbones, and brought his forehead to her lips, kissing him softly.

"Thank you, my love."

Shivnya tried to get up from Abhimanyu's lap, wincing again. But before she could even move an inch, he stopped her gently.

"Why are you getting up, huh? You have a husband now. He'll carry you wherever you want to go," he said with a teasing smile.

Without waiting for a response, he scooped her into his arms and carried her straight to the bathroom. They went about their morning routine together, with Abhimanyu helping her with every little thing-gently, patiently, like she was the most fragile yet precious thing in the world.

After freshening up, Abhimanyu ran a warm bath in the tub, filling it with soothing salts and lavender oil. He helped Shivnya in first, easing her into the hot water. Once she was settled, he stepped in and pulled her onto his lap, her back resting against his chest.

His fingers began moving slowly, massaging her sore muscles-starting from her shoulders, down to her arms, her waist, her back... even her inner thighs and her tender core. She let out a soft sigh, melting into him.

Then he picked up the loofah, lathered it gently, and began washing her body with slow, tender strokes-cleansing her while whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She leaned back, completely relaxed, eyes fluttering shut as he massaged her scalp with shampoo. The warmth, his touch, the rhythmic strokes-it was all too comforting. Before she even realized, she had fallen asleep in his arms.

When the bath was done, Abhimanyu held her gently and laid her down in the tub for a moment. He stood, took a quick shower, wrapped himself in a towel, and turned back to his sleeping wife.

Bending slightly, he touched the tip of her nose with his finger.
"Wake up, Shivuu. You slept."

Shivnya's eyes snapped open. "What?! I slept while bathing?! Arghhhh! Why didn't you wake me up!"

Abhimanyu burst into laughter. "Relax, my sleepy goddess. There's still time."

He helped her out of the tub, handed her a towel, and began drying her hair with another. After patting her dry, he helped her into his robe before they stepped out together.

Once in the room, Abhimanyu brought out her outfit-a stunning mustard yellow silk saree-and began helping her drape it. As he turned to grab his trousers, Shivnya stopped him.

"Nope. You're not wearing that."

Abhimanyu raised an eyebrow. "What? Why?"

Shivnya smirked and walked over to the closet, pulling out something wrapped in tissue. She handed it to him.

"Because I got you something special. Wear this."

He unwrapped it and froze.
"A... dhoti pant? Baby, are you sure? I'm going to fall on my face in this!"

Shivnya burst out laughing. "You won't! It's stitched like pants-easy to wear and comfortable. Now come on!"

She handed him an angavastram, a traditional cloth meant to be worn over the shoulders. Abhimanyu held it up like it was some ancient relic.

"Wait. This is all I have to wear? Just this?"

Shivnya giggled, clearly enjoying the moment.
"Yes, Mr. Husband. Now stop overthinking and get ready. I have to go downstairs too!"

Abhimanyu finally wore what Shivnya had given him-the tailored dhoti pants and the soft, gold-bordered angavastram that draped over his bare, broad shoulders. The fabric hugged him in all the right places, and the sight made Shivnya's eyes shamelessly linger.

Her gaze roamed over his chest, then back to his face.

Abhimanyu caught her staring and smirked.
"Tell me honestly... is this really for the pooja, or just an excuse so you can gawk at me in front of everyone?"

Shivnya didn't miss a beat. She stepped closer, leaned in, and whispered with that flirtatious sparkle in her eyes-
"I'm your wife, Mr. Rathore. I can gawk at you anytime I want. I don't need a dhoti or a pooja for that. I can call you into a corner and admire the sexiest thing in the world without any excuse."

Abhimanyu burst into laughter, his eyes twinkling at her boldness.
God, he adored her.

With everything set, Shivnya began descending the stairs in her stunning mustard silk saree, her husband trailing right behind her-one hand shamelessly clutching the edge of her pallu like a lost puppy determined to stay close to his queen.

Downstairs, the house was buzzing with pooja preparations. Shivling was beautifully adorned with flowers and rudraksha, the havan kund was lit and ready. There were three poojas scheduled-one Shiv Abhishek for Abhimanyu, a second for both him and Yuvraj Tanmay, and the third... for them, as a couple.

While Shivnya began helping with the setup and offerings, Abhimanyu stayed close, eyes following her every move. He looked like a perfectly dressed grown man but behaved like a needy little boy-hovering around her, tugging gently at her pallu any time she moved out of his reach.

Soon, the panditji arrived and began setting things up as the family gathered. All the men of the house wore similar dhoti attire, and the scent of sandalwood and ghee filled the air.

The priest called out,
"It's time for the pooja. Everyone, please be seated."

Everyone took their place. Abhimanyu started to sit as well, but then paused when he saw Shivnya stepping back.

"Where are you going?" he asked, confused.
"Sit with me... for the pooja."

Shivnya smiled gently.
"This pooja is for you, Abhi. I've got some work left in the kitchen-I'll join you later."

She didn't meet his eyes after that. She knew this meant a lot to him because it mattered to her. She walked away, leaving him there, his brows furrowed.

He immediately made a move to stand and follow her, but his father gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"No, beta. Sit. Leaving a pooja mid-way isn't good."

With reluctant eyes, he obeyed and stayed seated, but his heart? That had already followed Shivnya into the kitchen.

While Abhimanyu performed the rituals, chanting mantras and pouring water over the Shivling, Shivnya was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled, commanding the space like a graceful warrior. She was preparing his favorites-crispy pooris, fragrant paneer masala, rice, steaming ghewar, and more. Jaya assisted her, but most of the work Shivnya insisted on doing herself. Her hands moved with purpose, love woven into every stir and sprinkle.

Meanwhile, in the pooja, Abhimanyu's fingers moved through rituals, but his thoughts were elsewhere. His eyes flicked toward the door every few minutes, as if willing her to return.

Two hours had passed.

As the final pooja-the couple's pooja-was announced, Shivnya rushed in, hands still lightly dusted with flour, Her bangles chimed softly as she stepped forward.

Abhimanyu didn't look up at first. His face was set, stoic, mildly fussy. He hadn't seen her for hours. Two. Whole. Hours.

But Shivnya? She knew her husband's moods like her own breath.
And she knew exactly how to make that pout disappear.

The pooja slowly came to an end as Shivnya and Abhimanyu completed every sacred ritual with focus and reverence. As everyone dispersed, Shivnya quietly made her way into the kitchen to prepare a food plate for the pandit ji.

But peace was short-lived.

Storming into the kitchen, puffed cheeks and all, came Abhimanyu-still in his dhoti and angavastram, looking like a very grumpy, very good-looking king who'd been denied royal attention.

Shivnya noticed him instantly and chuckled.
"What happened, baby?"

Abhimanyu crossed his arms and huffed.
"It's my birthday, and you're not spending any time with me!"

Shivnya smiled sweetly and said,
"I know, baby. But just for a little while, okay? Let me finish this."

He frowned as she continued assembling the plate.
"Why are you doing all this? Staff is here. And you know I don't like you doing housework. Come with me, na... please?"
His tone turned soft, almost pleading.

Shivnya sighed, taking a deep breath as his stubbornness grew louder than the temple bells outside. She called out over her shoulder,
"Jaya Aunty?"

Jaya stepped in, amused. "Yes, Rani sa?"

Shivnya glanced at Abhimanyu and said with exaggerated calm,
"Please send your Rana sa out of the kitchen."

Jaya burst into laughter while Abhimanyu gaped in disbelief.
"Seriously? You're teaming up against me now?" he pouted.

He began his dramatic bickering as Shivnya calmly continued preparing the plate, her face unreadable but clearly enjoying every second of her husband's tantrum.

She carried the plate to the living area to serve the pandit ji, and sure enough, her grumbling husband trailed behind her like a shadow. The entire family watched in amused silence, thoroughly entertained.

After offering the plate, she bent down to take blessings. Abhimanyu followed suit.
"Jeete raho, sada suhagan raho, puto phalo," the pandit ji blessed them.

Shivnya smiled and gave Abhimanyu a soft look before heading to the dining table. He, of course, followed her like a stubborn baby demanding attention.

She made him sit.
"Now keep quiet and eat your food," she ordered.

As Shivnya served him lovingly, the rest of the family joined them at the table. What Abhimanyu didn't know was-this was the first time Shivnya had ever cooked the traditional Indian food .

His brother tanmay teased,
"How's the food, bhai?"

Still sulking, Abhimanyu huffed.
"It's... food. What can be different?"

Yuvraj leaned in mischievously.
"Come on, tell us properly. Does it taste good? Like... yum?"

Abhimanyu raised a brow, chewing.
"Yes, it tastes good. What's the big deal?"

Tanmay and Yuvraj exchanged grins and dramatically shouted,
"Yippeee!"

Then, they turned and went near to their sister-in-law and stood either side of her and added,
"Let us reframe the question-does the food taste like your wife cooked it herself for the very first time in the history of this universe?"

Abhimanyu paused mid-bite. He choked slightly, coughing.
Shivnya immediately rushed over, rubbing his back and offering a glass of water.
He gulped and turned to her, eyes wide.
"You... cooked?"

She nodded nervously, lips forming a shy smile.
"How is it?"

And just like that, all the irritation in his eyes vanished.
He looked at her with raw emotion.
"It's... the best food I've ever had. The most fabulous food I could ever have in my entire life."

The family chuckled as Shivnya blushed, trying to hide her face.

But Abhimanyu's curiosity wasn't done.
"Wait, when did you even learn to cook?"

Before she could answer, Tanmay and Yuvraj chimed in like overexcited kids again and stood either side of her and spoke

"When you left for office every day last week, bhabhi started her war in the kitchen. You won't believe the chaos-burnt food, tasteless dishes, cracked bowls. But you know what the biggest struggle was?"

Shivnya huffed, knowing what was coming. She went to sit on her chair, shaking her head.

The boys grinned and delivered their rehearsed line from the very first day of her cooking in unison:
"It was a certain goon who kept disturbing our innocent bhabhi with cheesy texts, video calls, surprise drop-ins..."

Abhimanyu blinked.
"Who dared to send you cheesy texts?!"

Shivnya gave him a bored expression and mumbled,
"You."

Ray and Yuvraj howled with laughter and ran for cover as Abhimanyu stared at her, flabbergasted.
"You fools!" he shouted after them, but Shivnya caught his wrist before he could chase them.

She smiled softly, leaned in close, and whispered,
"Calm down. And they're not lying."

He looked at her like an innocent kid caught red-handed, then proudly announced,
"There's no mistake in me."
He picked up his spoon again, eyes twinkling.
"And this food... is more precious than anything."

Shivnya chuckled and leaned toward his ear, whispering with love-
"Yeah... my little baby. Always seeking attention from me."

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