72. ANG LAGA DE ( 2 )

AUTHOR'S POV

After the goodbyes and laughter died down, Abhimanyu and Shivnya finally made their way toward their room. The soft echo of their footsteps filled the hallway until Shivnya suddenly stopped.

“Wait,” she said, her voice gentle but firm.

Abhimanyu froze mid-step, glancing back at her in confusion. “What happened, love?”

Shivnya didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she reached into the small box she had kept hidden behind the dresser and pulled out a sleek, black blindfold. Her lips curved into a soft, mysterious smile as she stepped closer.

Abhimanyu’s brows shot up. “And… what exactly is this for?” he asked, half amused, half intrigued.

“The next gift,” Shivnya murmured, her fingers brushing his cheek as she tied the blindfold around his eyes, “is waiting for you, my love.”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, laced with surprise. “A gift, huh? Now I’m both shocked and curious.”

“Good,” she whispered, taking his hand.

Guiding him carefully, Shivnya led him into the room. The moment they stepped inside, the faint fragrance of roses filled the air. The floor was covered with delicate petals, and soft red heart-shaped balloons floated across the room, swaying gently.

She guided him to the center where a single chair was placed and made him sit down.

Abhimanyu tilted his head slightly, grinning despite the blindfold. “Okay… now I’m officially confused. What’s happening?”

Shivnya only squeezed his hand before letting go.

The sudden loss of her touch made him stiffen. “Where are you going? Shivuu!” he called out, a hint of panic and excitement mixing in his tone.

“Just wait,” she replied teasingly, her voice fading as she walked toward the closet.

Abhimanyu let out a breath, his chest rising with a cocktail of emotions he couldn’t name.

What is this?
Fear?
Excitement?
Nervousness?

Before he could sort through the whirlpool of feelings, Shivnya returned quietly, holding two silver handcuffs. Without a word, she gently took his right hand and locked it against the chair’s armrest.

The metallic click made his breath hitch. “Uh… wifey? What exactly is your plan here?”

She only smirked, meeting his blindfolded face with a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Just wait for it, hubby.”

Before he could process the words, the second cuff clicked into place, securing his other hand.

Abhimanyu’s heartbeat picked up. What is she doing? He tilted his head slightly, trying to catch any sound of her movement, but suddenly realized he couldn’t feel her presence near him anymore.

“Shivuu!” His voice held both a laugh and a nervous edge now. “Where are you? What are you doing?”

Her answer came faintly from the closet, “Coming… just wait.”

A shiver ran through him, the anticipation curling in his stomach. He couldn’t tell if it was fear, excitement, or something far more dangerous—the thrill of surrendering to her completely.

The sound of soft, bare footsteps brushed against the silence, making Abhimanyu inhale sharply. His heart pounded as he sensed her presence draw closer.

Then, without warning, Shivnya lowered herself onto his lap. His breath hitched at the sudden warmth of her body against his.

Leaning in, her lips brushed the shell of his ear as she whispered in a sultry tone, “Just wait, Mr. Rathore… Tonight, you’re going to crave, to ache, to need me more than ever before , you and your body will become needy for my touch .”

A shiver shot straight down his spine, his entire body tensing under her words.

Her fingers moved with teasing patience, slowly undoing the buttons of his coat, and then the soft fabric of his shirt. Every movement was deliberate, every brush of her skin against his making his chest rise and fall faster.

And then she very slowly pressed her lips against his throat, just at the hollow of his Adam’s apple, a helpless sound escaped him. “Shivuu…” His voice broke into a soft, shaky groan, and the corner of her lips curved into a knowing smile, she was able to feel the growing bulge under her butt.

And then slowly she moved kissing her way to his earlobe, her warm and deep breath over his neck's pulse point making him also take deep breaths to mingling with her. With every slow caress, every lingering touch, his body reacted like it was the first time all over again. But they didn't do it several times before this, but this time was different…..

Tonight, Abhimanyu wasn’t in charge.
Tonight, Shivnya reigned — and she wore that power like silk on her skin.

He lay beneath her, breath ragged, body trembling, and for the first time, he was the one squirming — chasing her touch, leaning into her every graze like a man starved for warmth.

There was something new in the air. Something raw.
A desperation that curled in his spine and set fire to his nerves.

Shivnya leaned in, brushing her lips softly over the blindfold covering his eyes. The featherlight kiss sent a shiver down his body. He exhaled sharply, vulnerable in a way he had never allowed himself to be. Her tenderness — it wasn’t just erotic. It was reverent. And in that moment, he didn’t feel just desired. He felt loved.

Her fingertip — just one — began gliding over his chest, followed by the light scratch of her nail, tracing invisible patterns. Then came her lips, kissing his skin slowly… sensually… leaving the faintest marks of her lipstick, like tiny seals of ownership.

Down she went, tongue flicking, lips sucking softly.
She paused at his chest, biting gently over his collarbone, then dragging her mouth lower, until she found his nipple.

There, she circled the sensitive peak with her tongue — slow, swirling, teasing — while her nails lightly raked down his abdomen.

Abhimanyu’s body bucked under her, a groan ripping from his throat.

“Shivuu…” he growled, voice torn between agony and bliss. “You’re playing with fire.”

Shivnya pulled back just enough to meet his blindfolded face, a devilish smirk on her lips. Her tongue flicked over his nipple once more as she whispered:

“I love playing with fire, baby.”
Then she chuckled darkly, licking him in deliberate, slow circles.
“Don’t you know? Your wife is the heat… and maybe you just can’t handle the burn tonight.”

Abhimanyu’s jaw clenched, his breath caught — but his body said otherwise.
He was burning for her.
And he didn’t want to be saved.

Abhimanyu couldn't form any words — only a soft, desperate groan escaped his lips. "Ahnnn… Shivuuu… it's sensitive…" he whispered, breath hitching.

Shivnya smirked.

She knew her plan was working flawlessly. His body was trembling, his arousal evident in the way his cock twitched with need — every touch sending him closer to the edge.

Slowly, she lowered herself, her hands trailing down his chest with featherlight strokes. Her lips followed, planting wet kisses along his skin, until her tongue flicked out and danced near his ribcage. She found the most sensitive spot and latched on — sucking, then nipping at it playfully.

Abhimanyu threw his head back, groaning louder now. "Where the fuck did you learn all this?" he growled, completely undone. "You’re making me feel like some virgin boy who’s never touched a woman before… ahhhhnnn…"

Shivnya let out a dark, amused laugh — not cruel, but dripping with pride.

She loved this.
She loved that she — and only she — could break the powerful Abhimanyu Rathore into a mess of moans and pleas.

And she wasn’t finished.

She moved even lower, her breath hot against his stomach. Abhimanyu’s grip on the chair handles tightened as he watched her descend. When she finally sank to her knees between his legs, his heart nearly stopped.

She’s not actually going to…?
Is she?
His mind whirled, body tight with anticipation.

Before he could even breathe out her name, Shivnya’s delicate fingers reached for the button of his pants. With maddening slowness, she undid it. Then the zipper. The sound alone sent a jolt through his body.

And then — with just her fingertips — she traced the outline of his throbbing length through the fabric.

A desperate, needy moan slipped from his lips, low and breathless.

"Aunchhh…"

He was breaking.
And Shivnya? She was only just beginning.

Shivnya’s hand moved slowly, deliberately, as she massaged his hard length over the fabric of his boxers. She could feel the heat, the pulsing tension — and the sticky trace of his arousal beginning to seep through. A smirk played on her lips.

But just as he thought she’d finally give him the release he craved… she pulled away.

She stood up, leaving him breathless, hard, and desperate.

Abhimanyu’s entire body trembled, straining with need. His head fell back and he let out a guttural roar — a sound full of frustration and longing.

“Shivnya… don’t! Please... not now. I need your touch…”

The sound of him — Mr. Rathore, the man who once commanded empires and feared nothing — now pleading for her, made her heart race.

She had him. Completely.

And she loved it.

Walking silently behind him, she reached up and slowly untied his blindfold. Abhimanyu blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim golden glow of candlelight. As his vision cleared, he finally took in the full view of the room — petals scattered like poetry across the floor and bed, soft flickers of flame dancing on the walls, and the thick scent of roses and her perfume surrounding him.

Then — he felt her hand, soft and teasing, slide over his shoulder.

And before he could turn, Shivnya moved with a swift, elegant motion, stepping in front of him.

He went still.

She stood tall, her presence radiating power and seduction. She was dressed in a sheer black lace nightie — the kind that whispered secrets and sins — paired with a long lace shrug that flowed down to her knees.

The upper bodice of the nightie hugged her perfectly, the translucent lace barely hiding the curves beneath. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath — and the soft candlelight made every line of her body shimmer like art.

Down below, she wore only a delicate black bikini panty, minimal and sinful, completing the look like a ribbon on a forbidden gift.

Abhimanyu stared, unable to blink.

She was the fire.
He was already burning.

As Abhimanyu’s eyes followed her every move, his jaw slowly dropped open — stunned, awestruck, completely hypnotized.

Shivnya bit back a laugh, the flicker of mischief dancing in her eyes, but her heart thudded in her chest. Now that he was truly watching her… seeing her… every inch of her exposed skin beneath the translucent fabric… she felt a strange thrill — a mix of nervousness and power.

With a teasing smirk, she reached for her phone and tapped play.

The slow, sultry beats of "Ang Laga De" filled the candlelit room like smoke — thick, sensual, and heady.

Moving with calculated grace, Shivnya stepped closer, her knee sliding between his legs. Then, deliberately, she applied soft pressure to his clothed crotch, circling her knee slowly, teasingly, making his hips twitch and his breath grow ragged.

Abhimanyu tilted his head up to look at her, his eyes half-lidded and burning with desire.

“Ahnnn… Shivuu,” he whispered, voice low and wrecked, “I’ve never imagined myself this weak… but right now — you’re making me feel like I’ve already lost. This devilish look in your eyes… your body in that translucent fabric… anhh… it’s like my fantasy came to life.”

Shivnya’s smile deepened.

With the music playing softly in the background, she climbed onto his lap again, slowly and elegantly — her bare back pressing against his chest, her movements in sync with every note. She moved like a dancer, like a temptress written in poetry, like a queen claiming her throne.

And as the rhythm pulsed through the room, she began what she had planned.

Her hips rolled in sensual figure-eights, grinding against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. Her arms moved with the music — one curling behind his neck, the other running along her own curves — as if her body was singing the song itself.

Every move was deliberate.
Every breath was a tease.
And every second — Abhimanyu fell deeper.

Shivnya placed her hands over his dick, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. Her smirk was pure sin, and her voice dripped with seduction.

“Get ready for your destruction, Mr. Rathore,” she purred.

Abhimanyu raised a brow — confused for a mere second — until her hips began to move.

And then… he knew.

Her bare body pressed against his, she started grinding — slow at first, up and down, then rolling in delicious circles over his painfully hard, still-covered length. The pressure, the heat, her skin on his — it was unbearable.

His head fell back, a guttural groan escaping his throat as waves of intense pleasure washed over him.

But Shivnya wasn’t done.

Her voice joined the rhythm — moaning, breathy, seductive. Some of it was exaggerated, meant to drive him insane. But some of it? Very, very real. Because her wetness had already soaked through the thin fabric between them, and each motion rubbed her most sensitive spot against his hardened length.

“Ahhh… yes… take me…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Ruin me… break me… I’m yours, only yours…”

Abhimanyu's chest rose and fell rapidly, teeth gritted, eyes burning with desperation.

And all he could think — bound to that chair, body on fire — was:

She had won.
And he’d never loved losing this much.

In the thick haze of desire, Shivnya’s shrug slipped from one shoulder, baring her soft, milky-white skin. The moment Abhimanyu’s eyes landed on it, something primal ignited within him.

Like a starving lion catching sight of fresh, forbidden fruit, he lunged forward — face burying into the crook of her neck. His lips latched onto her pulse point, and his teeth grazed her skin with a hunger he could no longer suppress.

“Ahnnn…” he growled between heavy breaths, his voice rough and wild. “You wanted to punish me, didn’t you, wifey? Fine. Take it. But I’m not leaving you either.”

With that, he sucked harder, biting into her neck just enough to make her whimper, just enough to leave his mark.

Shivnya was trembling from the overwhelming sensation. Her fingers on his left hand tightened, curling with his, anchoring herself. Her other hand instinctively went to his cheek, trying to calm him, but her own body betrayed her — hips grinding against him in rhythm with her gasps.

“Ahnn… Abhii…” she moaned, her voice breathy. “It’s my turn to take control. Aunchhh… You’re biting me… That’s not fair…”

But Abhimanyu wasn’t listening anymore.

He was deaf to everything except her moans… her skin… her scent… and the way she writhed against him. And truth be told — Shivnya wasn’t stopping either. The pain, the pleasure, the possessiveness — it was all a delicious torment neither of them wanted to escape from.

Their bodies danced in the dark — tangled in lust, wrapped in heat — as control blurred into surrender and love blurred into raw, consuming obsession.

The room was cloaked in darkness, lit only by the warm flicker of candles casting golden shadows on the walls. The air was thick — not just with his signature cologne, but with lust, longing, and the unmistakable tension of two souls craving each other. Red roses stood proudly in glass vases, their petals scattered across the floor and the bed like a silent witness to the passion that bloomed tonight. Heart-shaped balloons swayed gently, as if holding their breath.

In the center of it all — Abhimanyu sat handcuffed to the chair, shirtless, breathing heavily, his gaze locked on the goddess before him.

Shivnya.

Dressed in sheer black lace, she straddled him, her legs draped over his, body pressed close. Her left hand tangled with his, fingers curled together tightly, while her right hand caressed his face, guiding his mouth to the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulder. He nuzzled, kissed, and bit gently — unable to stop himself, even with his hands restrained.

Shivnya moved against him slowly, grinding on his rock-hard bulge with sensual precision. Every brush of her body against his sent a ripple of pleasure through both of them. She was in control — and she was loving every second of it.

Then, with tantalizing grace, she began to unwrap herself.

First, her shrug slipped off her shoulders and fell silently to the floor.

Then, the translucent nightie followed — revealing her bare body, glowing softly under the candlelight. She turned, now facing him fully, chest to chest. Her left hand buried in the back of his hair, her right resting on his shoulder for balance as she rolled her hips against him again — slow, teasing, wet.

Her breath grew deeper. Her lips parted.

And then, in a low, sultry voice, she whispered into his ear…

“Ahnn… Abhiii,” Shivnya whimpered, her voice laced with desperation. “I want you… my cunt is aching for your dicky dick. You’re so hard… so tight…”

The raw need in her voice made Abhimanyu’s lips part as a wave of intense pleasure surged through him. Her hot breaths fanned over his nose and upper lip, sending shivers down his spine. He arched instinctively toward her, unable to resist the pull of her.

Then, his mouth dipped — hungry, urgent — straight to her cleavage, trailing hot kisses before settling on her collarbone. He sucked deeply, marking her skin with sinful pride.

Shivnya let out a shaky moan, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Ahnn… you never waste a second before devouring my skin.”

Abhimanyu chuckled darkly against her flesh, then pulled back just enough to smirk. “Never. I won’t leave a single moment unused. And if I ever do… well, you’ve got a gun — shoot me.”

Before she could respond, he sank his teeth into her collarbone, pulling a sharp gasp from her lips as her body squirmed under his possessive bite and wicked words.

He was fire.
She was gasoline.
And together, they were a burning storm.

Shivnya gently cupped his face, making him look directly into her eyes. Her touch was soft, but her gaze held power — the kind that made his heart race and his body tremble in anticipation.

She slowly lifted herself off his lap, revealing the soaked fabric of his boxers and pants — completely drenched in her arousal. A smug smirk played on her lips as she settled on his knees again, eyes locked on his.

With deliberate slowness, she pulled down his pants and boxers, exposing his throbbing erection. His cock was hard, the skin stretched tight, the tip glistening, and his balls hanging heavy, aching from the teasing. His entire body responded to her every move — desperate, needful, and yet… completely at her mercy.

Shivnya’s gaze darkened with wicked intent, her "evil eyes" glinting with mischief and dominance.

Abhimanyu knew that look.

His eyes widened as realization hit him, and he began to whisper — almost pleading, breathless.

“N-No, Shivuu… don’t. You can’t do this. No—please—”

But his voice was already laced with both fear and excitement — the kind that only she could pull out of him.

And she hadn't even started yet.

Shivnya only smirked — that devilish glint in her eyes daring him to follow through.

Then, slowly, she leaned in and let her tongue trail softly over his balls, making his breath hitch and a deep groan escape his lips. The sensation made his head fall back, neck arched, hands gripping the armrests of the chair with raw restraint.

She loved watching him fall apart under her touch.

Fully bare, her body swayed gently — her breasts brushing between his thighs as she positioned herself closer. Every movement was slow, intentional, designed to push him to the edge.

Her lips moved up his length, leaving warm, teasing kisses along the way until she reached his tip. A delicate kiss — just enough to make him shudder — and his arousal responded instantly, a glimmer of pre-cum leaking from the sensitivity.

As he gasped above her, her hand slid down between her own thighs, fingers brushing lightly over her folds, feeding off the fire building between them.

This wasn’t just seduction.

This was war.
And she was winning — for now.

She took him into her mouth, slowly, deliberately — her lips soft, tongue teasing, swirling around his tip with sinful precision. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure through his body, making his toes curl and his muscles tense. His back arched involuntarily as the fire inside him grew unbearable.

“Shivuuu…” he growled, breath ragged. “You really won’t like the consequences of what you’re doing. I swear, I won’t stop until I break you so good, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

But Shivnya just smirked wickedly.

With a graceful, teasing movement, she stood up — leaving him throbbing, breathless, and on edge. She walked to the bed like a goddess, then turned and tossed the key into his hand, her eyes never leaving his.

Leaning close to his ear, she whispered in a sultry tone, “I would love to be on bed rest for a week.”

Then she climbed onto the bed, laying down — completely bare, completely his — and waited.

A silent invitation.
A challenge.
A promise of what the night still held.

As soon as Abhimanyu got the keys, he quickly unlocked his right hand, then the left. The moment his wrists were free, he stood up — half-naked, eyes dark with wild desire.

His gaze fell on his wife — his Malyshka — lying on the bed like the perfect little temptation, waiting for him. Something primal surged inside him.

With one swift motion, he tore off what remained of his shirt and pounced onto the bed. In a flash, he was over her, grabbing her delicate wrists and pinning them above her head. The fire in his eyes matched the flush on her cheeks.

And then — he kissed her.

Not gently.

Not sweetly.

It was a kiss born out of hunger. A hunger for her lips, her body, for her. His mouth devoured hers, claiming every breath she had until she was gasping beneath him, eyes hazy and lips swollen.

Abhimanyu slowly trailed kisses down her body, his lips brushing and sucking gently against her skin. His hardness rubbed teasingly against her slick folds, igniting sparks of anticipation.

Shivnya let out a soft gasp, her voice pleading, “I want you, Abhimanyu… no more teasing. Let’s just lose ourselves in each other tonight.”

His eyes met hers, dark with desire, and he gave a subtle nod before sliding into her in one deep, slow motion. The coolness of his arousal, laced with pre-cum, contrasted with the warm, wet heat of her core. She arched beneath him as their bodies connected, and moans escaped from both of them — raw, needy, and unrestrained.

Their rhythm found its pace — not rushed, not gentle, but hungry and full of emotion.

And with that, both of them melted into each other’s touch, passion taking over until they lost count of the rounds. Abhimanyu had fulfilled his promise — to fuck her so thoroughly that walking would be a challenge for days. The sheets were a mess — tangled, soaked, and wrinkled — bearing witness to the night’s intensity.

Neither of them had the energy to move afterward. Still inside her, Abhimanyu curled her into his arms, their bodies perfectly molded together in the aftermath of their wild storm.

Breathlessly, Shivnya whispered against his chest, “So… how did you like your 32 gifts, Mr. Rathore?”

Abhimanyu let out a low chuckle, eyes closed, his fingers lazily tracing her back. “Wait… were they actually thirty-two?”

She gave a tired nod with a smirk, and he teased, “Let me try to remember…”

Watch
Photo frame
Then the suit
Shoes
Cuffs
That dairy of your pictures
Perfume
That shirt
Our wedding picture
Food
Ghewar
Car
Ring
Bracelet.....

Abhimanyu said in a teasing tone“ it's just 26 gifts baby your counting is wrong ”

Shivnya playfully pouted, “Excuse me, mister! First, I planned the surprise for you. Second, the pooja. Third, the whole party. Fourth, I became your adorable little pet. Fifth, I teased you and gave you all the pleasure. And sixth—don’t forget—the cake I made with so much love!”

Abhimanyu chuckled, amused. “Sorry, baba, I didn’t know all those were part of my gift package too.”

Shivnya gave him a pointed nod, pretending to be serious, which only made him laugh harder. But just as he opened his mouth to speak, she cut him off with a soft groan and a warning glare.

“Don’t laugh like that… every time you do, your dick moves inside me,” she mumbled, cheeks flushed. “I’m already so sore, Abhimanyu.”

His expression softened immediately. Guilt flickered in his eyes as he pulled her closer, placing a tender kiss on her forehead.

“I know, jaan,” he whispered. “I was too rough… Rest now. I’ll just hold you.”

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