Chapter 1

Indra, seated on his throne in the heavenly realm, gazed at Rambha with a mixture of anger and disappointment. “You have disobeyed the laws of the gods, Rambha,” he declared, his voice thundering through the halls. “Your passionate affair with a mortal human is a transgression that cannot be forgiven.”

Rambha, standing before Indra, trembled with fear. She knew that she had crossed a line, and now she would have to face the consequences.

“Please, Devendra, have mercy on Rambha,” Menaka begged, her voice trembling with emotion. “She was blinded by love and made a mistake, but she did not mean to disobey the laws of the gods. surely, her punishment can be lessened?”

Urvashi added her own plea, “Yes, Devendra, Rambha is one of us, a loyal and devoted apsara. She has always served the gods with devotion and dedication. Is it not possible to show her compassion and forgiveness?”

But Indra’s expression remained unyielding, his face stern and unforgiving. “I will not be swayed by your pleas,” he said, his voice firm and authoritative. “Rambha’s transgression was grave, and she must face the consequences. The laws of the gods are not to be taken lightly, and those who break them must be punished accordingly.”

Rambha, Urvashi, and Menaka were breathtakingly beautiful. Rambha’s curves were voluptuous, inviting touch, with breasts like juicy melons and a waist that seemed to beg to be squeezed.

Urvashi’s eyes burned with a fierce, wild beauty, her lips like plump cherries, and her skin like smooth silk.

Menaka’s body was a work of art, with soft, fluffy breasts and a narrow, winding waist, her skin like cool ice and her eyes like deep, mysterious pools. They were a trio of deadly sirens, luring men to their doom with their beauty and seductive powers.

“But, Devendra, think of the suffering she will endure,” Menaka tried again, hoping to appeal to Indra’s mercy.

“She will be forced to live in a human body, subject to all the weaknesses and vulnerabilities of mortals. And to be bound to her son, forced to obey his every command ... it is a cruel fate, indeed.”

Indra’s expression did not waver, and his voice remained firm. “I have made my decision, and it will not be changed. Rambha’s fate is sealed, and she will have to live with the consequences of her actions. You would do well to remember the laws of the gods, and to obey them without question.”

With that, Indra turned away, dismissing Menaka and Urvashi’s pleas. The two apsaras stood in stunned silence, watching as Rambha was banished from the heavenly realm, her fate sealed and her future uncertain.

Present - She is now call herself Ramya.

Ramya’s hands moved mechanically as she stirred the curry, her mind a thousand miles away. She was lost in thought, revisiting the memories of that fateful day when her life changed forever.

She remembered the feeling of weightlessness, of being suspended in mid-air as Indra’s curse took hold. The sensation of her divine powers fading away, like sand slipping through her fingers. The pain of being torn from her home, her family, and her friends.

As Ramya stood in the kitchen, lost in thought, she heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. She knew that it was her husband, Raj, coming home from work. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the memories of her past and focus on the present.

Raj walked into the kitchen, a warm smile on his face. “Ramya, how was your day?” he asked, dropping a kiss on her cheek.

Ramya forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil that was brewing inside her. “It was fine, honey. Just cooking dinner,” she replied, stirring the curry with a wooden spoon.

Raj nodded, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “I’m starving. What’s for dinner?” he asked, his eyes scanning the kitchen.

Just then, their son, Rohan, walked into the kitchen, his eyes fixed on his mother. “Mom, can I have some money? I need to buy some new clothes for school,” he asked, his voice low and smooth.

Ramya smiled warmly at her son, Rohan, as he walked into the kitchen. He was 16 years old, with bright brown eyes and a charming smile, his features still softening into adolescence. She felt a surge of maternal love and pride, happy to see her son growing into a handsome young man.

“Rohan, I’ll give you the money when you show me your good grades. You need to focus on your studies, beta.”

“Okay, Mom ... I’ll try to do better, I promise.”

Ramya’s thoughts were filled with a sense of pride and hope as she looked at Rohan.

‘My son is a sweet boy and he loves me dearly,’ she thought to herself.

‘With the curse in mind, I need to do better and raise him properly. I think I did everything correctly, because Rohan is a sweet, caring, and handsome boy.’

She felt a sense of relief and happiness, hoping that she had broken the curse’s hold on their relationship.

Rohan’s perspective:

Rohan sat at the dinner table, watching as his mother, Ramya, expertly served the food onto their plates. His father, Raj, smiled at him, and Rohan forced a smile back, trying to appear cheerful.

As they began to eat, Ramya started to talk about Rohan’s studies, asking him about his grades and his plans for the future. Rohan felt a familiar sense of frustration rising up inside him. Why did his mother always have to nag him? Couldn’t she just leave him alone?

“I know, Mom, I’ll study hard, okay?” Rohan said, trying to keep his tone neutral.

But Ramya didn’t let up. “Rohan, you need to focus on your studies. You can’t just coast through life, you need to work hard and make something of yourself.”

Rohan felt his anger simmering just below the surface. He knew his mother loved him, but sometimes he felt like she was suffocating him with her constant worrying and nagging. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

“Mom, I said I’ll try, okay? Can we just drop it now?” Rohan asked, his voice rising slightly.

Ramya looked at him, concern etched on her face. “Rohan, I just want what’s best for you, beta. I want you to be happy and successful.”

After dinner, Ramya always makes Rohan help her with the dishes. What Ramya doesn’t know is that Rohan has a huge crush on her and masturbates frequently, fantasizing about her.

As Rohan stood at the sink, washing the dishes, he couldn’t help but steal glances at his mother’s body. His eyes devoured his mother’s body, feasting on the curves of her ass and the bounce of her breasts.

He had always been fascinated by her curves, and as she moved around the kitchen, he found himself captivated by the way her ass cheeks bounced with each step. He imagined what it would be like to hold them in his hands, to feel their softness and warmth.

As he rinsed a plate, his eyes drifted to her breasts, which seemed to be jerking around with every movement. He felt a surge of arousal, and his mind began to wander to darker, more forbidden places. He pictured himself bending her over, holding her ass cheeks apart, and shoving his cock deep into her pussy.

Rohan’s face grew hot with excitement, and he felt his cock stiffening in his pants. He tried to push the thoughts away, but they only seemed to intensify as he continued to watch his mother. He was trapped in a cycle of lust and guilt, unable to escape the twisted desires that had taken hold of him.

Ramya’s perspective:

As I watched Rohan help me with the dishes, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. I had done everything I could to raise him right, to give him the best possible start in life. I was confident that he would grow up to be a successful and independent individual, with a life of his own.

And as for me, I was determined to turn my fate around, to break free from the curse that had haunted me for so long. I was sure that I could do it, that I could create a better life for myself and my family.

A sense of hope and optimism filled my heart, and I smiled to myself, feeling grateful for the love and support of my family.

As Rohan finished helping me with the dishes, he walked over to me and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Good night, Mom,” he said, his voice soft and affectionate. I smiled and hugged him back, feeling a warmth in my heart.

“Good night, beta,” I replied, using the affectionate term I often used for him.

Rohan’s perspective:

Next morning.

“Rohan, wake up! You’re going to be late for school,” she is shaking me gently, her voice urgent.

I groggily opened my eyes, feeling a bit disoriented. My mom was standing over me. She was already dressed and ready for the day, her hair tied back in a neat ponytail.

“Come on, beta, get up! You need to get ready for school,” she said, pulling back the covers and exposing me to the cool morning air.

As I stood in the shower, I realized that I needed my mom to help me with something. I had gotten soap in my eyes and was struggling to rinse it out. “Mom, can you help me?” I called out, hoping she would hear me.

I stood in the shower, the warm water cascading down my body, and my hand wrapped around my erection. I was trying to finish myself off, but it was taking longer than usual. My mind was wandering, and I couldn’t seem to focus.

As I stood there, I could hear my mom’s voice outside the bathroom door, nagging me as usual. “Rohan, hurry up! You’re going to be late for school! What’s taking you so long?”

I felt a surge of frustration and anxiety. I was trying to take care of myself, but my mom’s constant nagging was making it difficult. I tried to tune her out, but it was hard.

Just as I was starting to get close, my mom’s voice cut through my concentration again. “Rohan, come on! You need to get going! The bus is going to leave without you!”

Something clicked in me. I felt a new confidence in me. As I lost all my patience and got out of the shower and stood in front of her.

Water dripped from my body as I stood there, my eyes locked on my mom’s. I could see the surprise and concern in her eyes, but I didn’t care. I was tired of being nagged and controlled, tired of being treated like a child.

“Mom, stop,” I said, my voice firm and commanding. “Just stop.”

The authority in my voice took her by surprise, and even though I was stark naked, it didn’t matter.

Mom stared at me, her eyes wide with disbelief. She took a step back, her hand flying to her mouth as if to cover her shocked expression. But I wasn’t done.

“I’m tired of you nagging me all the time,” I continued, my voice raising an octave.

“I’m a grown man now, and I can take care of myself! Just leave me alone!”

I took a step closer to her. “You’re always nagging me, always telling me what to do,” I said, my voice rising in anger. “You never listen to me, never do what I want.”

“Okay, beta,” she said, her voice soft and obedient. “I’ll stop nagging you. I’m just concerned about you being late for school. I don’t want you to be late, that’s all.”

“You want me to get to school on time? Fine. How about you help me by getting down on your knees and suck my cock, then?”

Her eyes widened, and her face flushed a deep red. “Rohan, what are you saying? You know that’s wrong—”

“Just do it,” I said, my voice cold and menacing. “And maybe then you’ll listen to me for once.”

As she gets down on her knees, she looks up at me with a mixture of confusion and uncertainty. I can see the hesitation in her eyes.

“I said suck it,” I growled, my voice dripping with authority and dominance.

He reached out and tightly grasped his mother Ramya’s hair. He pulled her closer, his grip firm and firm. Guiding his sizable, 8-inch cock towards her mouth, he felt a surge of anticipation and desire wash over him.

When Ramya opened her mouth, her lips covered Rohan. He felt a lot of sensations. Her warm mouth felt nice, and her soft lips felt smooth. It made him shiver. He could feel her lips moving and her saliva making things slippery. It was a strong feeling.

With every move, Rohan’s pleasure grew. It was a teasing dance of skin that made him short of breath and wanting more. His manhood felt like it was throbbing with every touch of her lips. The feeling was driving him towards the peak of pleasure. Even though the situation was not what he expected, Rohan was completely involved in it. He enjoyed the feelings running through his body.

Rohan, driven by his desires, began to thrust more forcefully, his movements becoming more aggressive. He gripped Ramya’s hair even tighter, gathering it into a ponytail as he used it to guide her head in time with his thrusts. His breath hitched as he moaned, the pleasure building within him.

“Mmm ... Do you enjoy this, mother? Now, instead of nagging, take responsibility.”

Ramya’s eyes watered, and her throat constricted as she struggled to accommodate his size. She gagged, the sound echoing in the room, adding to the raw intensity of the scene.

“Gwak ... Gwak ... Gwak...” She could taste the salty pre-cum on her tongue, and her own saliva dribbled down her chin. Despite the discomfort, she continued to suck and gag on the cock, her cheeks hollowing with each desperate breath.

Rohan couldn’t believe what was happening. Where was his confidence coming from? He could feel a sense of authority over her body. He could feel that her body belonged to him. The feeling completed him.

As Rohan reached climax, he held her head tightly against his crotch, pushing his cock all the way into her mouth, down her throat. He released all his pent-up passion, depositing his seed directly into her throat.

As he forcefully withdrew his engorged member, he commanded her with a stern voice, “Do not dare to spit it out.” Obediently, she followed his directive. “Swallow it, mother,” he demanded with intensity.

With a defeated look in her eyes, Ramya swallowed all of Rohan’s sticky, warm cum. Her cheeks reddened, but she obediently swallowed every drop until her belly was full.

Rohan stepped back, surveying the scene before him: his mother on her knees, her beautiful face flushed and her lips swollen from his invasion. And in that moment, he knew that nothing would ever be the same between them again.

Ramya exited the bathroom, her belly full of cum, while Rohan quickly finished his shower and hurried off to school.

Ramya’s perspective:

As Ramya went about her daily house chores, her mind kept drifting back to the day’s shocking event. She had given her son a blowjob in the bathroom.

Ramya struggled with her emotions as she continued with her chores. She knew she should resist her son’s commands, but something deep within her made it impossible for her to do so. She had been trying to be a more caring and loving mother, attempting to break free from the curse that befallen her.

However, despite her best efforts, she found herself unable to resist, and a part of her couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the forbidden encounters. The realization left her feeling both guilty and confused, unsure of what the future held for her and her son.

Rohan’s prospective

Rohan is standing on the platform, waiting for the metro train to arrive. The hustle and bustle of the station surround him as people from all walks of life go about their daily routines. Rohan clutches his backpack, glancing at the time on his phone.

The metro train pulls into the station, and the doors slide open. Rohan steps onto the train and finds a spot to lean against, near the doors.

Rohan’s mind was spinning from the memory of what had just occurred in the bathroom today morning, playing on repeat in his head. He couldn’t believe it - his own mother, Ramya, had been on her knees in front of him, giving him oral pleasure. The power he had over her was intoxicating, and it left him feeling both exhilarated and confused.

As the train begins to move, a friendly voice catches Rohan’s attention.

“Hey, I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Ravi.”

Rohan looks up, surprised by the spontaneous introduction.

“Oh, hi! I’m Rohan. I don’t recognize you either.” Rohan spoke.

“Well, I guess that’s what happens when you take the metro, huh? You meet new people.” Ravi said.

“Yeah, I guess so. I just started taking the metro recently.” Rohan replied.

“That’s cool. I’ve been taking it for a while now. It’s definitely better than dealing with the traffic on the roads.” Ravi commented.

The metro train continues along its route, with Ravi and Rohan chatting and getting to know each other. They discover that they go to different schools but share common interests, like playing football and listening to music.

By the time their stop arrives, Rohan and Ravi have exchanged phone numbers and made plans to meet up and hang out after school.

With excitement in his tone, Rohan said, “It’s great to meet someone new, especially when you least expect it.”

“Definitely. See you around, Rohan!” Ravi said with a smile.

Rohan steps inside his home, his mind still buzzing with thoughts about his new friendship with Ravi. He can hear his mother and father talking in hushed, serious tones from the living room.

“We really need to focus on his studies. His exams are coming up soon, and I don’t want him to be distracted.” His mother said, concerned.

“You’re right. We should sit down with him and discuss a plan to make sure he’s prepared.” His father agreed.

Rohan hesitates by the door, relief washing over him as he realizes they are discussing his studies, not today’s events. He takes a deep breath and walks into the living room.

“Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. What’s going on?” Rohan said, slightly nervous.

His mother turns to Rohan, an awkward silence hanging in the air as they both recall the intimate encounter from that morning. She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure.

“We were just talking about your upcoming exams. We think it’s important for you to focus on your studies and make a plan to prepare.”

Rohan nods, feigning understanding as he mentally rolls his eyes at his mother’s attempt to regain control. He joins the conversation, trying to ignore the lingering awkwardness as they discuss his academic future.

Few days later -

Rohan slumps onto the couch, his frustration building as he reflects on the past few days. His mother had seized control, effectively erasing the dominating dynamic they once shared on that day. The brief experience of her submitting to his desires and pleasuring him in the bathroom was over, and he knew it was never going to happen again.

His mother’s focus had shifted entirely to his studies and household chores. She made him study for hours on end, relentlessly pushing him to excel academically. When he wasn’t studying, she was assigning him one chore after another, leaving him with little time to relax.

Rohan clenched his fists, his anger and resentment growing with each passing day. He couldn’t stand the way his mother was treating him, constantly commanding and controlling him. He longed for the power dynamic once he had on her, where he could make her suck his cock again, and possibly fuck her.

One fine Sunday morning -

Rohan’s phone buzzes, snapping him out of his frustrated thoughts. He picks it up and sees a message from Ravi.

“Hey, Rohan! this is Ravi. Remember? from metro?” text read.

“Yeah! What’s up??” Rohan replies.

“Want to hang out today? It’s Sunday, let’s make the most of it!” Ravi’s text read

“Yeah, sounds great! Let’s do it.” Rohan replies.

Rohan quickly makes plans with Ravi, grateful for the chance to take a break from his mother’s relentless demands and enjoy some much-needed downtime.

Rohan walks into the living room, his phone in hand, and approaches his mother.

“Mom, Ravi and I were thinking of hanging out today. Is that okay?” Rohan asks.

His mother looks up from her book, a curious expression on her face.

“Who is Ravi?” she inquires, unfamiliar with the name.

“He is my new friend, we travel on the metro every day,” Rohan explains, hoping his mother will understand and allow him to spend time with Ravi.

His mother looks at him for a second, considering his request. She can sense her own weariness from the constant nagging and controlling she’s been doing.

“Alright, you can go. I could use some relaxation time too.” She replies, reluctantly accepting his plans.

Rohan feels a sense of relief and victory as he heads out to spend the day with Ravi, knowing that both he and his mother need a break from their tense relationship.

Rohan arrives at Ravi’s apartment according to the Google Maps location, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

The door swings open, revealing a stunning woman. She has long, flowing hair the color of rich chocolate, and her eyes sparkle like emeralds. Her full lips curve into a warm smile, and she exudes an aura of confidence and grace. She is wearing a black dress adorned with delicate pink flowers, accentuating her slender figure and adding a touch of elegance to her appearance.

Her breasts are full and round, perfectly filling out the dress and drawing attention to her cleavage. They sit high on her chest, adding to her overall allure and making her even more captivating.

Rohan can’t help but be captivated by her beauty as he stands there, momentarily speechless.

“Hello, you must be Rohan. I’m Ravi’s mother. Please, come in.” she invites him into the house.

Rohan, still slightly taken aback by Ravi’s mother’s beauty, manages to find his voice.

“Uh, yeah, thank you,” he stammers, stepping inside the apartment.

“Ravi!! Your friend is here?” she shouts and looks at Rohan with a smile.

Ravi comes out of his room, a big smile on his face as he greets his new friend. “Hey, Rohan! What’s up, man?” he says, extending his hand for a friendly handshake.

In Ravi’s room -

Rohan and Ravi are seated on the floor, surrounded by empty snack packets and energy drink cans. They’re completely absorbed in their Xbox gaming session, their eyes fixed on the screen as they compete in a heated match of FIFA.

Rohan’s fingers move swiftly over the controller, his brow furrowed in concentration. Ravi, on the other hand, is grinning from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Just as Rohan is about to score a goal, there’s a knock on the door.

“Hey boys, I brought some cakes for you to enjoy,” Ravi’s mother calls out, her voice warm and inviting.

Ravi’s mother walks in, a big tray of assorted cakes in her hands. She’s still wearing the black dress with pink flowers, and her hair is tied up in a loose bun. She smiles at the boys, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Hey, boys! I thought you might need a break from gaming. Help yourselves to the cakes,” she says, setting the tray down on Ravi’s desk.

Ravi is already digging into a slice of cheesecake. “Mmm, mom, this is so good!” he says, his mouth full of cake.

Ravi’s mother laughs, happy to see her son and his friend enjoying the treats. “I’m glad you boys are having a good time. Just remember to keep the noise down and don’t make a mess,” she says, smiling at them before turning to leave.

As Ravi’s mother exits the room, Rohan can’t help but notice the way her black dress hugs her curves, particularly her ass. He finds himself staring at it, admiring the way it moves as she walks.

Unconsciously, he starts comparing it to his own mother’s figure. He thinks about how his mother’s body has changed over the years, and how Ravi’s mother seems to have maintained a more youthful and toned physique.

Rohan’s gaze lingers on the door for a moment, his mind still on Ravi’s mother’s ass. He feels a slight pang of guilt for staring, but he can’t help himself. He’s drawn to the way she carries herself with confidence and poise.

Ravi notices the way Rohan is staring at his mother as she exits the room. He can’t help but chuckle to himself, knowing that his friends often find his mother attractive.

“Dude, I know what you’re thinking,” Ravi says, turning to Rohan with a grin. “My mom is a total MILF, right?”

Rohan’s eyes widen in surprise, and he looks away, trying to play it cool. But Ravi just laughs and continues.

“Seriously, all my friends think she’s hot. They’re always talking about how they want to get a piece of that ass,” Ravi says, shaking his head. “I’m like, ‘Dude, that’s my mom you’re talking about!’ But they just can’t help themselves.”

After some silence, Ravi says, “There is something i need you to do”

Rohan’s curiosity is piqued as Ravi’s expression turns mischievous. “What is it?” he asks, his voice low and intrigued.

Ravi glances around the room, as if making sure no one is listening. “Go hide and look through the closet. I have a feeling you’ll like what I’m about to do,” he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Rohan’s mind starts racing with possibilities. What could Ravi be planning? He looks at Ravi, who nods encouragingly.

Without another word, Rohan gets up and walks over to the closet. He opens the door and steps inside, his heart beating slightly faster with anticipation.

As he hides in the closet, he hears Ravi call out to his mother. “Mom, can you come here for a minute?” Ravi says, his voice innocent and nonchalant.

Rohan’s curiosity is killing him. What is Ravi up to? He peeks through the closet door, trying to get a glimpse of what’s about to happen.

As Rohan hides in the closet, he watches through the slats as Ravi brings his mother to the middle of the room. He can see them clearly now, and his heart starts racing with anticipation.

Ravi’s mother looks around nervously, her face flushing with a blush. “Here? A-Are you sure...? Where is Rohan?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly as she looks down.

Ravi tightly hugs her, pulling her close to his body. Rohan can see her breasts pressed against Ravi’s t-shirt, and he feels a surge of excitement at the intimate scene unfolding before him.

“He’s in the toilet. Don’t you worry, mom,” Ravi says, his voice low and reassuring as he holds his mother close.

Rohan’s eyes are fixed on the scene, his mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next. He feels a thrill of excitement at being a hidden observer, and he can’t help but wonder what Ravi has planned.

Ravi’s mother looks up at him with pleading eyes, her face still flushed with a blush. “It’s fine. Rohan takes forever to poop,” she says, trying to downplay the situation.

“But ... Why here? Let’s go to our room,” she asks, her voice laced with a hint of desperation as she tries to steer Ravi towards a more private setting.

Ravi, however, seems determined to keep things right where they are. “No reason. I just feel like it now,” he says, his voice low and husky as he grabs his mother’s ass cheeks from behind, his hands grasping the fabric of her dress.

Rohan watches in stunned silence from the closet, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. He can’t believe what he’s seeing, and he’s not sure how to process the mix of emotions swirling inside him.

Ravi’s mother gasps, her eyes widening in surprise as Ravi’s hands grip her ass. Her body language conveying a sense of submission and vulnerability.

As Rohan continues to watch, he can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his senses heightened as he waits to see what will happen next.

Ravi’s grip on his mother’s ass cheeks tightens, his fingers digging deeper into the fabric of her dress. “Enough excuses,” he growls, his voice low and husky with desire.

His mother’s eyes widen in alarm as she tries to push him away, her hands on his chest. “No ... Ravi ... No, I really don’t think this is a good idea...” she pleads, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and uncertainty.

Ravi’s response is to pull her closer, his hands roaming over her body as he whispers in her ear. “What’s wrong? You’re usually excited about this,” he says, his breath hot against her skin.

His mother’s face is flushed with a deep blush, her eyes darting towards the closet where Rohan is hiding. “Because ... What if Rohan...” she starts to say, her voice trailing off as she glances nervously towards the bathroom.

But Ravi doesn’t let her finish the sentence. With a swift motion, he grabs the back of her head and pulls her into a deep, passionate kiss. His mother’s lips part in surprise, and a soft “Mn...” escapes her mouth as Ravi’s tongue invades her mouth.

Rohan watches in stunned silence, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. He can’t believe what he’s seeing, and he’s not sure how to process the mix of emotions swirling inside him.

As Ravi’s mother continues to moan, her voice muffled by the kiss, Ravi’s hands begin to roam over her body. He grabs her breasts, his hands closing around them like a vice, his fingers digging deep into the flesh.

“Hn ... No ... Ravi ... Hnnn,” she moans, her body arching into his touch as he squeezes her breasts. Her nipples harden, pressing against the fabric of her dress, and Ravi’s fingers brush against them, sending shivers down her spine.