"Do you want proof of my love, babybird?" he whispered.
"Do you want to know what I see when I can't sleep?"
The screen turned black.A video started playing.
I gasped.I wanted to scream. But no sound came.
It was us.
That night.Our first time.
Tear...
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They say the devil doesn't always come with horns. Sometimes, he wears a smirk and a tailored suit. Sometimes, he walks into a room and claims a woman who's not his-yet.
Mrs. Kumar's voice barely echoed before her eyes found mine.I could see it-the question, the fear, the desperate plea for a lie. And so I gave her one. A beautiful one.
"She's my wife. We recently got married."
The room froze. Mishti did too.
Her head snapped towards me like I'd slapped her, her big brown eyes widened with betrayal and disbelief. Her perfect little mouth opened but nothing came out. I smirked. God, I lived for that expression.
She didn't speak-not with words. But her glare screamed at me. What the hell are you doing, Sultanji? I didn't answer. I just raised an eyebrow and watched her fume in silence. Pretty little thing didn't even realize how much fun it was to watch her squirm.
The meeting ended, but the real show had just begun.
The moment we were alone, she exploded.
"What did you just say? Why did you tell her that?"
I laughed. "It was fun."
Fun. God, the way her face twisted. So dramatic. So perfect.
She looked like she wanted to slap me. "It's not fun! If rumors spread, my future will be in danger."
My smirk faded. The game stopped being funny.
"If something like that happens..." I stepped closer, voice dropping an octave, "...then I'll marry you."
Boom.
Just like that, her world shook. She gasped. Like I'd taken the air from her lungs. Her eyes locked on mine, stunned, terrified, curious.
"How can you...?" she whispered, voice fragile.
I stepped closer again, watching her crumble.
I didn't mean it. Not really. It was all just a game. Until she made it something else.
"Why?" I snapped. "What's the problem with me? Don't I look good? I have everything a woman needs."
"No, you don't," she said quietly. The audacity.
My eyes narrowed. "What do I not have?"
She hesitated. Then, with the audacity only a woman like Mishti could have, she said, "Please don't mind my words, but... we're all God's creatures. Whatever we have, it's because of Him-and our karma. Don't be so arrogant. These things don't last. In the end... character matters."
