| Dark Devotion |

prologue

A B H I M A N

The Gunshots fired around us.Blood splattered on my face faster than I could even process what was happening. The sound of gurgling had me slowly widening my eyes when I saw who was hit. I dropped to my knees, pressing my hand onto her neck
where blood kept sputtering out.

" Shitt! Tumhe kuch nahi hoga!... you'll be okay." The words came out of my mouth hastily, but she was choking on her own blood, watching me with fear in her eyes as tears filled them.

"Jao dhund ke aao fast! Find who did this!" I shouted to my men, my chest heaving uncontrollably in fury.

" Don't close your eyes." I pleaded but she closed her eyes.
I cradled her body into my arms.

"Open your eyes. Open your eyes!" I shouted, but she did not response.

"Kyu, Abhimanji?"

I stilled and stared into her eyes, which were open but glazed over with no spark of life.
My eyes narrowed in confusion. Something was not right. Her eyes were cold and lifeless, yet her mouth was moving, screaming at me.

"kyu aapne muje aise ji marne ke liye chod diya Abhimanji!Why did you let me die? Why? Why? Why?!"

I snapped my eyes open.

I let out a breath as I stared at the ceiling before sitting on the edge of the bed, my head dipping between my shoulders as I rested my elbows on my thighs.

Once again, another sleepless night. I've been having this dream for four years, and the anger from it is still deeply engraved within me. If I had put her first instead of being absorbed in building my empire, maybe she would still be alive instead of haunting me.

Knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep, I took a shower and got dressed to do what I do best; handle my businesses and make sure they all went smoothly. It was the only distraction I could give myself.

I was in one meeting after another, killing one fuckhead after another. The slightest things set me off; looking at me the wrong way, breathing too loud, wearing too much cologne, anything to let my trigger finger work overtime.

Must be the lack of sleep.

My brother Rudransh , and my right-hand man and bestfriend Aditya loved to remind me how I was a pain in the ass when I didn't sleep well. They were probably the only ones who could get away with saying that and not end up with a bullet between their eyes.

I went back to my palace to take another shower to wash off the blood.

Some piece of shit thought he could steal from me as if I wouldn't notice. I liked to deal with them directly. I loved to make them into my personal punching bag, except that my gloves were made of knives. It was messy but
satisfying.

Freshly showered and dressed in black tuxedo , I went to the Thakur palace to attend my brother's engagement party.

Arriving, I took a quick glance around the decorated backyard as I sipped my whiskey. I had my men stay alert in case Devendra Thakur tries something funny.

I pulled out a cigarette and took in a deep drag as Rudransh and his fiancée, Niti made an appearance and mingled with the other guests.

" That shitface Mihir kahi dikhai nahi de raha hai, Nazar rakho aas pass or dhundo use. Find out where he is." I ordered Lakshya.

" Woh aa raha hai. He's coming right there." Gautam informed me before Lakhya could do anything else.

I inhaled deeply from my cigarette and blew out the smoke as my eyes narrowed on the woman Mihir was with. I observed her closely as they exchanged some words before Mihir walked away.

"....she is a hot one " One of the men nearby let out a low whistle at the sight of her.

".... Swarg se utri hui apsara." Another one commented.

I couldn't blame them; she was a fucking beauty.

My gaze slid down, drinking in every inch of her body. She had long, black curly hair flowing down to her waist. The black saree she was wearing hugged her body deliciously. She was looking breathtaking.

My gaze went up to her face and our eyes clashed. I almost let out a smirk when I caught her checking me out since she wasn't being discreet about it either.

Fucking hell, she had the most striking hazel eyes I had ever seen, and I found myself becoming lured into them. I tilted my head slightly to the side as I continued to look at her. She looked oddly familiar.

Then I finally realized who she was.

Mihir moved in front of her, obscuring our view of each other before I could signal for her to come over.

"Koi bhi us ladki ke nazdeek bhi nahi jayega. No one is to go near her." I told my men firmly, and I received grumbled responses in return.

"That's Indeera Thakur." I informed them, and everyone looked back at her in surprise.

I let out a low laugh in disbelief , rubbing my jaw as my eyes never once left her

Ab aap yaha zinda kaise ghum sakti hai jabki aap already mar chuki hai !? Yeh kya khel chal raha hai Devendra Thakur.

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This is an Indian romance story. This story does not offend anyone particular. This is fully based on Imagination so you can imagine characters as you like.