75. MASSAGE

AUTHOR'S POV

In the mid-afternoon, Abhimanyu stirred awake to the sharp bark of Leo and the loud growl of Rexy. Blinking his eyes open, he reached out instinctively for his wife, only to find her side of the bed empty.

He frowned, then turned his head toward the corner of the room where his babies lay curled up, their bodies rising and falling with soft breaths. Smiling, he shifted onto his stomach and stretched out his arm, calling them over in a hushed, affectionate tone.

“Come here, my warriors.”

As they waddled toward him, he caressed their tiny heads lovingly and murmured,

“You know, your mom… she’s a complete storm — fierce, powerful, ruthless when it comes to politics and war.” His voice softened, tender now. “But when she’s with me… she turns into my little angel. The one who keeps all my demons away whenever I close my eyes. So, shall we go find your mumma… and my little puffy cheeks because she can’t stay in one place , always wandering like a free spirit ?”

Carefully, he got to his feet, realizing he was dressed in only his pants. His shirt, which he had tossed on the chair last night, was nowhere to be seen. Raising a brow, he scanned the room but found no sign of Shivnya.

With Rexy and Leo trotting beside him, he made his way downstairs. Halfway there, the two creatures suddenly dashed off toward the kitchen. Abhimanyu chuckled knowingly, already guessing the reason.

When he entered the kitchen, his breath caught.

There she was — Shivnya — standing by the counter, wearing his black shirt, the hem brushing mid-thigh. The top button was undone, giving him a teasing glimpse of skin. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, with a few stray locks framing her face in the most deliciously disheveled way.

Abhimanyu’s gaze darkened. Without a word, he stalked toward her, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her flush against him.

“Isn’t it unfair,” he murmured huskily, his lips grazing her ear, “for you to be looking like this in the kitchen? You should be working… in bed.”

Shivnya chuckled, cheeks flushing. “Abhiii,” she said in mock exasperation, “you’re the one who said this is our honeymoon, not a staycation. We can do this at home too.”

But her protest melted into a gasp as Abhimanyu slid his hands beneath her thighs, effortlessly lifting her up. She looped her arms around his neck as he carried her toward the bed, his face buried against her chest, inhaling her scent.

“Uhmmm, it’s very unfair,” he growled, ignoring her words entirely.

He laid her down gently on the mattress, his lips finding hers in a slow, heated kiss. Then he trailed his mouth downward, pressing teasing kisses over the thin fabric of his shirt that now clung to her body. His hands slid lower, hooking into the waistband of her panties, ready to tug them down—

When suddenly, two intruders bounded into the room.

Rexy and Leo.

Both sat there, tongues lolling out, tails wagging, completely ruining the mood.

Abhimanyu froze. Shivnya smirked.

In his head, he could practically hear their smug little voices:
“Until we get our time with Mumma, you’re not getting any alone time either, Dad. Now, take us to the garden.”

Abhimanyu clenched his jaw and groaned, muttering mentally through gritted teeth , Am I feeding you just so you can interrupt me like this?

Out loud, he snapped, glaring at the notorious duo.
“Seriously? Am I keeping you two alive only so you can ruin your mom and dad’s private moments?”

To his utter disbelief, Leo — the more mischievous one — actually nodded.

Shivnya burst out laughing, doubling over as tears pricked her eyes. “Oh my God, they understand you!” she howled, clutching her stomach.

Abhimanyu glared at her, half-angry, half-embarrassed.
“Laugh now,” he warned darkly, his voice low and dangerous, “but before we go back home, I swear I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days.”

Shivnya’s laughter faltered for just a moment, heat creeping up her neck.
Meanwhile, Rexy and Leo barked again, demanding their mumma’s attention — completely oblivious to the storm brewing between their parents.

Abhimanyu looked at the two of them and let out an irritated sigh.
“Okay, stop barking! We’re taking you both to the garden for a picnic, happy now?”

Hearing him, Shivnya chuckled softly. She walked over, pecked his cheek, and said,
“Alright, I’m going for a bath.”

The moment those words left her lips, Abhimanyu’s eyes lit up with a flicker of hope — maybe, just maybe, he’d get a personal moment with her now. But his wish was short-lived. As Shivnya headed toward the bathroom, the two mischievous brats — Rexy and Leo — trailed right behind her like little shadows.

Shivnya paused at the doorway, turned, and gave them a firm look.
“No one is allowed inside,” she declared.

Both of them gave her the most pitiful, teary-eyed expressions as if begging to be let in. Abhimanyu smirked at their failed attempt and strolled toward her, chest puffed out like a proud husband who, surely, wouldn’t be included in that rule.

But Shivnya stopped him with her hand pressed against his chest, her lips curling into a sly smirk.
“I said no one, Rana Sa. And that means no one. So, you better understand.”

Abhimanyu froze, color draining from his face as her words sank in.
“Wait—WHAT?!” he exclaimed, utterly shocked.

Before he could protest further, Shivnya shut the door right in his face.

“This is so unfair!” he shouted, glaring at the door. “I’m your husband! It’s my birthright to be in there with you!”

From inside, Shivnya’s amused chuckle echoed through the door.
“Everything is fair in love and war, Rana Sa,” she called out before turning on the water.

Abhimanyu stood there, scandalized and sulking. When he turned, Rexy and Leo were sitting with smug little faces, practically mocking him as if saying, ‘Ha! Neither of us got in.’

Half an hour later, Shivnya emerged in a silky robe, her hair damp and loose, droplets of water glistening on her skin. Abhimanyu lay sprawled on the bed, pretending to be engrossed in his phone, though he was acutely aware of her presence.

Smiling at his act, Shivnya leaned over him, her wet hair trailing across his bare chest. The cool droplets sliding down his skin sent shivers racing through his body. He tried to keep a poker face, but his breath hitched slightly, betraying him.

Then she whispered in his ear, her voice husky and teasing,
“Abhii… don’t stress yourself over fucking me. Because when my cunt will ache for your dick that badly, I’ll tempt you so much that you won’t be able to stay away to fuck me and — not until I can’t walk straight for a week.”

Abhimanyu’s eyes widened at her brazen words. Shock quickly melted into a dark, hungry smirk. With one swift move, he rolled her beneath him, his weight pressing her into the mattress.

“So when that sweet little cunt of yours starts aching for my filthy cock,” he growled, voice thick with lust, “I’ll fuck you like a madman. I’ll make you ride me until you scream my name and asks for mercy .”

Shivnya’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushed crimson. But she wasn’t one to be outdone. She smirked right back and whispered,
“Oh, that day will come soon, Rana Sa. I’ll ride you till you beg. But for now—” she tapped his chest playfully, “—get up. I don’t want Rexy and Leo walking in on this again. Plus, we have a picnic to go to.”

Abhimanyu let out a reluctant chuckle but nodded, knowing she was right.

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Fifteen minutes later, he stepped into the walk-in closet to find Shivnya almost ready. She wore a white and blue floral dress that skimmed her mid-thighs, paired with minimal jewelry, her wedding ring, and a delicate nuptial chain resting on her neck. Soft curls framed her face as she finished her hair.

Abhimanyu’s gaze darkened as he took her in.
“Are you sure you want to wear that?” he asked, his tone laced with warning.

Shivnya glanced at him through the mirror.
“Yeah, why?”

He stood there, looking unfairly handsome himself in a simple cream sleeveless shirt and grey shorts. With a sly grin, he said,
“Because I’ll hardly be able to control myself if you are in this .”

Shivnya laughed softly, walking toward him. She looped her arms around his neck, mischief dancing in her eyes.
“Consider it a patience test, Rana Sa.”

His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.
“Then let’s see who wins. Either I pass this test… or tonight’s going to be very long.”

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When they went downstairs, Rexy and Leo were already wagging their tails, ready for adventure. With the baskets packed — one with food for the humans and one for the fur babies — they loaded everything into the club car and drove off.

They arrived at a scenic spot near a small, serene lake. Shivnya began arranging the mat and food while Abhimanyu played with Rexy and Leo, laughing as the two pulled at him from either side.

After a while, noticing Shivnya was still busy setting up, Abhimanyu shouted,
“Boys! Attack your mumma!”

Shivnya’s head snapped up, eyes widening.
“You wouldn’t dare!” she warned, backing away.

But it was too late. The two charged at her. Laughing, she bolted to the other side, only to whirl around and sprint straight toward Abhimanyu.

As soon as she reached him, he caught her by the waist and twirled her in the air, both of them laughing. Rexy and Leo stopped mid-chase, confused for a moment, then ran circles around them, barking excitedly.

For the next hour, they played — chasing, running, laughing, completely lost in the moment.

Eventually, Shivnya grew tired and sank onto the mat with a breathless laugh. Abhimanyu took over training Rexy and Leo, putting them through their paces for safety drills.

When he returned an hour later, sweaty and exhilarated, he found Shivnya fast asleep on the mat, her arm draped lazily over her eyes, her chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm.

And for a moment, Abhimanyu just stood there, watching his fierce little angel sleeping so serenely, his heart aching with a love so deep it almost hurt.

Abhimanyu slowly reached out and lightly tapped Shivnya’s nose. Just then, Leo barked loudly, making Abhimanyu glance at him with a stern look. He gestured for Leo to stay quiet, but it was already too late—Shivnya stirred awake.

She blinked a few times, adjusting to her surroundings, and found Abhimanyu crouched beside her. A small, sleepy smile tugged at her lips as she murmured,
“Sorry… I fell asleep. The weather was so soothing, and I was completely exhausted.”

Abhimanyu’s gaze softened.
“It’s okay,” he said with a small smile. “Come on, let’s eat, then we’ll head home.”

Shivnya nodded, and the two of them sat there side by side, sharing a quiet meal. Rexy and Leo sat close by, happily munching on their food. The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the horizon in shades of orange and pink.

As they ate, Abhimanyu and Shivnya exchanged a warm, knowing look—a silent promise of love and comfort, a simple reassurance that no matter what, they were together and happy.

After a while, they packed up and returned home. By the time they arrived, it was around 7 p.m.

As they stepped inside, a butler approached.
“Sir, Mr. Phil has arrived to give Rexy and Leo their bath,” he informed politely.

Abhimanyu nodded. “Take them to him. Shivnya, you go rest in the room. I’ll handle this.”

Shivnya agreed and went upstairs. Abhimanyu personally dropped both of them to Phil and bid him goodbye. Once done, he headed toward his room—only to find it empty.

Frowning slightly, he walked to the bathroom door and pushed it open.

His breath caught.

The bathroom was beautifully decorated with rose petals scattered across the floor, and scented candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow. The bathtub was filled with warm water and rose petals floating delicately on the surface.

And there stood Shivnya—serene, breathtaking.

Abhimanyu’s lips curved into a slow smile as he walked toward her, his hand sliding around her waist to pull her gently against him.
“What’s the plan, Mrs. Rathore?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Shivnya smirked, slipping out of his grasp with playful grace.
“The plan,” she said, tilting her head slightly and then turning toward the bathtub , “is to get a massage from you. My shoulders are sore.”

Abhimanyu chuckled darkly, his smirk deepening.
“Oh, is that so?”

With deliberate slowness, Shivnya swept her hair over one shoulder, exposing the curve of her neck and back. Abhimanyu’s breath grew heavier as he leaned forward, his lips finding the zipper of her dress.

He tugged it down with maddening slowness until it slid off her body, pooling at her feet. Now, Shivnya stood in nothing but a matching set of delicate lingerie—barely a barrier between them.

Abhimanyu lowered his lips to her ear, his voice a husky whisper.
“These…” his fingers brushed the straps of her bra, “…are about to be torn too.”

Shivnya gasped softly, her heart racing. Before she could turn, she heard the sharp rip of fabric.

Her bra fell away in two swift motions—first from the left side, then the back. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she instinctively started to turn toward him, but his strong arm wrapped firmly around her waist, holding her still.

“And this,” he murmured, tearing the last piece of fabric—her panties—with a swift, deliberate motion, “I love when I rip your clothes off.”

Shivnya shot him a glare through her flushed face.
“And I hate it just as much,” she retorted breathlessly.

Abhimanyu only smirked, scooping her up effortlessly. He stepped into the bathtub with her in his arms, lowering them both into the warm water.

As the remnants of torn fabric drifted away, he held her close, his lips brushing against her temple.
“Too late to complain now, Mrs. Rathore.”

As Shivnya settled into Abhimanyu’s lap, a shiver ran down her spine. His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck, trailing warm, lingering kisses that made her breath hitch. She closed her eyes, melting into his touch as his hands slid over her back, holding her firmly against him.

A soft moan escaped her lips when his mouth began to suck gently at her skin, leaving behind a tingling warmth. Her fingers trembled as she reached up, slowly removing his shirt, revealing the heat of his skin beneath her palms. Within moments, his shirt and shorts were gone, leaving him in just his boxers and now his hardened dick was pressing right against her aching cunt .

“Ahh… Abhii,” she breathed, her voice shaky with need. “I wanted a massage, not… this kind of torture.”

Abhimanyu’s lips curved into a sinful smirk as he nipped lightly at her collarbone, making her gasp.

“This is a massage, my love but not for you for your aching pussy ,” he murmured, his voice husky and teasing. “The kind that only I can give you and you deserve every moment of your life .”

Her eyes widened, caught between shock and desire, but before she could speak, his mouth found hers, devouring her protests in a deep, fiery kiss. The world outside seemed to vanish, leaving only the warm water, the flickering candlelight, and the sound of their ragged breathing.

While he was kissing her his hands were massaging her boobs and he was grinding her against her hardened dick slowly very slow but with an intense pressure making her feel like his dick is in her warm cunt only, the splash of water and rose petals on their body with the scented candles and the dim lighting not helping anything just making the room more tortuous.

As the kiss broke and his lips were nibbling on her jawline while tortuous things were going on and in a fraction of second Abhimanyu spanked her ass and made her whine.

Shivnya clutched his shoulders, her body trembling as waves of heat coursed through her.
“You know,” Abhimanyu whispered against her lips, his tone dark and possessive, “I love seeing you like this… lost, trembling, completely at my mercy.”

A breathless laugh slipped past her lips as she teased back, “It’s unfair, Abhii…” and he placed his dick more near her cunt and started grinding himself against slowly but rhythmically.

He tilted her chin up, his smirk deepening.
“You said this morning… everything is fair in love and war,” he reminded her, his voice low and intoxicating and with that his hands went to her boobs clutching them like they are his personal stress ball . “And right now, this is both.”

( but aren't they indeed his personal stress relieving boobs )

Before she could respond, he kissed her again—slow, deep, and claiming. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she gave in completely, her earlier protests dissolving into whispers and gasps.

But Abhimanyu’s fingers had their own plans. He pulled back from her lips, breathing heavily, and gently turned her around so her back rested against his hard chest. A gasp escaped her when his hand slid down, brushing over her heated core. His fingers stroked her slowly at first, teasingly, until he slipped one finger inside her aching cunt .

Shivnya’s breath hitched, and instinctively, her hand flew back to clutch his hair, tugging him closer. He obeyed, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her shoulder, biting and sucking until she whimpered his name.

“Ahhh… Abhiii,” she moaned, her voice breaking with pleasure. “You’re giving me… the best massage of my life.”

His lips curved into a dark smirk against her skin. Without warning, he slid a second finger inside her, stretching and filling her, making her body arch back against him in helpless bliss. A choked cry tore from her throat as he picked up the pace, each thrust driving her higher.

“Faster… please, Abhiii,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I’m… so close.”

Her desperation only spurred him on. He nibbled at her shoulder, his breath ragged, and pushed her right over the edge. She shattered in his arms with a broken moan, her body trembling violently as waves of pleasure consumed her.

Abhimanyu held her tightly through it all, savoring every sound she made. Then, with a wicked gleam in his eyes, he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, licking them clean while watching her catch her breath.

Shivnya slumped back against him, spent yet yearning, her body aching not just for comfort but for him—all of him.

But what Shivnya didn’t know was that Abhimanyu wasn’t done with her yet.

Before she could even recover from the last wave of pleasure, he slid his fingers back between her thighs—this time two at once, plunging deep inside her with a maddeningly slow pace.

“Ahhhh… Abhiiii!” she cried, thrashing her head side to side, her hands clawing at his shoulders, his arms—anything she could reach as her body burned with desperate need. “Please… not like this… I want you!”

Abhimanyu’s lips brushed against her ear, his voice dark and commanding as he whispered,
“Shhh… just enjoy what I’m giving you. Don’t complain about what I’m not.”

Her breath caught, her chest heaving, but before she could protest, he suddenly withdrew his fingers completely—only to slap her sensitive, throbbing core. Shivnya jerked violently, a strangled scream escaping her throat as her body twitched from the sting and the overwhelming ache.

And then, without mercy, he thrust three fingers inside her at once.

“AHHHH!” Shivnya wailed, nuzzling her face into his chest, her entire body trembling as he stretched her open. He didn’t just move in and out—no, he kept his fingers buried inside, curling and twisting them to tease every nerve ending, deliberately seeking out her most sensitive spot.

When his fingers grazed her G-spot, a long, broken moan tore from her lips.
“Abhiii… nooo… s-stop… I c-can’t take anymore… I’ll… I’ll—” she gasped for breath, her words dissolving into incoherent whimpers.
“I’ll squirt!”

Abhimanyu let out a dark chuckle, his smirk pressed against her temple.
“Then squirt for me, my little wifey.”

With a deliberate, firm pressure, he pushed her past the point of control. Shivnya’s scream echoed through the bathroom as her body convulsed, pleasure exploding like a tidal wave. She squirted hard, soaking his hand and the water around them, completely undone by his relentless teasing.

Just when she thought he’d finally give her the release she truly craved, he pulled his fingers out, leaving her trembling and breathless. Shivnya, still dizzy from her orgasm, thought for sure this meant he was finally going to claim her with his dick.

But instead, he stood up, smirking.
“Come on,” he said casually. “Let’s go to bed. We need to rest too.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“What?! No, Abhi!” she cried, her voice hoarse with desperation. “I need you inside me—just one round, please!”

Abhimanyu shook his head, utterly unbothered.
“This is your punishment,” he said smoothly. “You denied me earlier when I was in the mood. Now… this is what you get.”

Shivnya gaped at him, her mouth falling open.
“You absolute idiot! You left me aching after two rounds of finger-fucking?!” she shouted, smacking his chest in frustration.

Abhimanyu only chuckled, scooping her up from the tub effortlessly. He wrapped her in a soft towel, drying her gently before carrying her to bed like she weighed nothing. Shivnya huffed and glared at him, turning her face away, clearly furious.

“Don’t you dare come near me tonight,” she warned, her voice full of fire.

Abhimanyu gave her an innocent nod, pretending to be obedient. But barely half an hour later, when she was fast asleep, her body betrayed her anger. With a soft little sigh, Shivnya instinctively rolled toward him, curling against his chest.

Abhimanyu’s lips curved into a victorious smirk in the darkness. No matter how much she tried to stay mad, his little wife couldn’t stay away from him for long.

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