RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE

21.lost control🔞

DEV AND TRUPTI ☝🏻
SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING YESTERDAY I GOT A LITTLE WILD WRITING THIS CHAPTER, THEN DECIDED NOT TO POST IT BUT THEN THOUGH FUCK IT. THIS CHAPTER IS HEAVEN FOR THE SMULT READERS. 🥵

Third person pov:)

As Dev entered Trupti's chamber, his footsteps echoed with determination and intensity. His eyes, dark with emotions, bore into her as he approached. Trupti instinctively backed away, her heart racing, until her back pressed against a pillar.

"What do you want, Dev?" she stammered, her voice betraying her fear.

He caged her between the pillar and his body, his hands on either side of her, effectively trapping her. The intensity in his eyes was palpable, making her shiver with a mixture of fear and something else she didn't want to name.

"Why are you behind Abhirath?" Dev's voice was low and dangerous, each word carefully enunciated. "Stay away from him."

Trupti, trying to muster some semblance of defiance, asked, "Are you jealous?"

Dev laughed, in a cold, sarcastic sound. He moved his hand to her bare waist, making her gasp. The touch sent goosebumps all over her skin. His other hand followed, holding her waist firmly. She was flooded with memories of their past, the times when they were so close, the times when he was inside her. Her breathing quickened.

"Leave, Dev. I am your sister-in-law now," she said, trying to sound firm but failing miserably.

"Last time I came close to you, Abhirath beat me nearly to death because he wanted me to stay away from a woman like you," Dev said, his voice a dangerous whisper as he kissed her earlobe. Trupti closed her eyes, holding onto his arms for support.

"Leave, Dev. He is right. You should not be with a woman like me. I used you. I don't deserve this, and this is wrong," she said, her voice breaking. She wanted to believe it, to convince herself that she was doing the right thing, but the intensity of Dev's presence made it difficult.

"I can't let you go," Dev whispered fiercely. "He never allows me into his kingdom so that I can't come close to you. Next time, tell him that instead of beating me brutally, he should just kill me."

With that, he picked her up in his arms, making her gasp. He carried her to the bed and gently set her down. Sitting on his knees beside her, he said, "I want to feel my baby."

Tears welled up in Trupti's eyes. She hated herself for what she had done to him. Life would have been so much better with Dev, she thought. He removed her dupatta, revealing a small baby bump. He kissed it, and her breath hitched.

"You cannot change the past, but the present is still in your hands. Take the right actions for a better future for you, for the baby, and for us, my witch," he said softly.

Despite herself, Trupti smiled a little at the nickname he had given her. It was a mix of affection and reproach. "Grow up, boy," she said, patting his cheek.

Dev smirked and then, with a swift movement, hovered over her. "Last time you called me boy, we broke the bed. This time, this boy is going to take away your ability to stand, my witch," he said, his voice dripping with desire as he kissed her jaw.

"I hate you," she whispered, her voice trembling with conflicting emotions.

"I hate you too," he replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"I felt my baby. Now let him or her feel my presence, my witch," Dev said, winking at her.

Before Trupti could comprehend his words, Dev leaned down, his lips brushing lightly against her baby bump. The unexpected intimacy sent a shiver through her, and she instinctively reached out, her fingers curling into his hair. The sensation was overwhelming, and her heart pounded in her chest.