When she speaks, even the devil falls silent, for her voice carries the weight of a thousand untold stories.
##1 the international deshi phychopathic story and dark romance
rajwardhan x shrishti
Behind his sheep's mask, the devil quotes scriptures...
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The next day started like any other—meetings, decisions, and the constant balancing act of maintaining power in a ruthless world. The events of the previous night lingered in my mind, though. The woman on the dance floor, her vibrant energy, had left a mark on me.
I shook off the thoughts as I entered my office. Today was crucial. I had a meeting with a potential ally, someone who could help expand my influence in Moscow. The stakes were high, and I couldn’t afford distractions.
As I prepared for the meeting, my right-hand man, Aditya, walked in.
"Everything is set, boss," he said, his tone respectful. "Mr. Petrov will be here in an hour."
"Good," I replied, glancing at the clock. "We need this deal to go smoothly. Make sure there are no surprises."
Aditya nodded and left to oversee the final preparations. I took a moment to compose myself, knowing that the next few hours could shape the future of my operations in Moscow.
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I woke up with a smile, the memory of last night still fresh. It felt good to let loose and enjoy myself. Alexei had been charming, but I wasn't looking for anything serious. I had my work, my dance, and my friends. That was enough for now.
The clinic was busy as usual. My first patient was a young boy named Ivan, struggling with the recent loss of his mother. His pain was palpable, and it reminded me of my own loss. I guided him through exercises to express his emotions, offering a safe space for his grief.
By the time I finished my last session, I was emotionally drained. I decided to walk home, enjoying the fresh air and the bustling streets of Moscow. As I approached my apartment, I saw a familiar figure waiting outside.
"Alexei?" I called out, surprised.
He turned and smiled. "Hi, Shrishti. I hope you don't mind me stopping by. I wanted to see you again."
I felt a flutter of excitement mixed with caution. "It's a nice surprise. Would you like to come in?"
We sat in my cozy living room, chatting about our lives. Alexei was easy to talk to, and I found myself opening up more than I expected. As we talked, I felt a strange sense of comfort and connection.
