Burning Hearts

12. 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞

Chapter-12

Shiva's POV

The date was May 28th. I was on duty. Syed was just released from jail and I was waiting for the news.

Approximately three years ago he did something which he shouldn't have done. And everyone who was involved, who knew the plan and executed it, paid the ultimate price - their bloody life.

Except this son of a bitch - Syed.

He went underground and absconded for a few months while the records said, he was serving jail time for attempted murder.

His small dick brain thought I was a fool, and I would believe the fake records and let him go.

That's funny because I am called Ratha for a reason. My memory is sharp, my skills are sharper and I have trained myself to eliminate such traitors.

When Mansoor, my right hand and my trusted man informed me about Syed's release, I was on cloud nine.

The thrill I get when I see extreme fear in their eyes is incomparable to any other high.

It almost feels euphoric.

Almost because I have found the one who gives me a euphoric rush with just batting her eyes.

When her lips tilt and form into a big curve, I feel like I am on cloud nine.

I'm not sure how it'd feel to be inside her. Maybe nirvana is the word. I'd die a happy man after making her mine in every sense.

It was just like any other day. Chasing Syed was boring. I knew I'd catch him within snap seconds and I did.

Punching him like a sandbag didn't satiate me, because, I was yearning to see the life draining out his eyes, slowly, painfully.

And that's when my Devathe (goddess) showed up!

Well, she is a goddess in every sense.

Even the canvas isn't that flawless, her skin is. So radiating, beyond comparison.

Her honey-brown eyes are like a pool of lights.

Despite my great distaste or dislike towards brown eyes, I cannot stop myself from falling into the depths of her honey pools.

They always glitter with warmth.

They are pure and bright. There is also something else that she hides.

They speak of tales, untold and deep, overshadowed words, secrets they keep.

Her smile is so beautiful, a celestial art. Every time she smiles, I feel a symphony in my heart. Her smile is what captured my heart in the first place.

Her face is so adorable. It's what they call a divine creation. Every time I look at her, I feel like my soul is on flight.

I'm lost in the magic of love at first sight.

Her essence, Enchanting my senses, with a tender poise. She smells divine.

Oh...divine.

When I circled my hands around her waist, slender waist...her skin underneath the fabric felt so soft.. like the petals of roses.

And so, she is receiving red roses.

They're so like her. Beautiful yet dangerous.

It feels like she is playing a game, a dangerous game with me.

I have never written a letter in these 30 years of my life. Not even a leave letter when I was a kid.

That day when Chintu spoke about his new teacher, simultaneously, I was going through her profile.