Her Nightmare | 18+

77 | Old Enemy, New Danger |

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PARINIDHI

Devansh and I rose together in the late afternoon, and he promptly prepared evening tea and snacks, despite my initial protest.

After a quick shower, we both dressed in outfits selected by Devansh. Unbeknownst to me, he had secretly handled my shopping, surprising me with a stunning black dress while he himself donned a sharp black Armani suit.

I settled in front of the mirror to apply my makeup. Devansh had suggested hiring a makeup artist, but I insisted on doing it myself. As I finished my light makeup, I carefully concealed the hickeys on my neck that had been hidden by my loose hair in the morning but were now exposed with my hair pulled back.

Devansh approached quietly from behind and surprised me with a delicate necklace set.

Rising from my chair, I turned to face him, asking, "When did you get this?"

"Yesterday," he replied with a hint of a smile, adjusting his hair. "Do you like the dress?"

I nodded, turning back to admire myself in the mirror. The black dress draped elegantly, accentuating my curves flawlessly.

Devansh's hand gently moved from my waist to my flat stomach. "Now I hate this dress," he murmured teasingly.

"Why?" I asked, meeting his gaze through the mirror.

He traced a finger from my collarbone down to my waist. "It hugs you so perfectly, like a second skin," he husked softly.

"Jealous of the dress now?" I teased, turning to rest my hands on his shoulders.

His hand slid from my waist to my lower back, then down to my hips, where he caressed gently. "Yes, jealous of your dress," he confessed with a playful smirk. "After the party, I might just have to tear it apart."

I shook my head in amusement. "You and your jealousy," I chuckled softly.

"If my wife is as stunning as you, I can't help but feel jealous of everything," he quipped, leaning in to kiss me tenderly.

After that, he took my hand, and together we descended to the living room.

As soon as we reached the final step, my eyes widened in surprise. The living room was beautifully adorned, every detail elegantly arranged.

Surveying the guests, I was puzzled, they seemed unfamiliar yet strangely familiar. Some faces stirred vague memories within me.

Turning to Devansh, confusion etched on my face, I started to speak, but he gently interrupted, "They are your friends."

"My friends?" I repeated, scanning the room with uncertainty.

Suddenly, realization dawned—they were my childhood companions from before the kidnapping. After that traumatic night, my family and I had abruptly left, leaving behind this city and my friends.

Devansh tenderly brushed the back of his hand against my cheek and explained lovingly, "When I discussed the party with Maa, she mentioned how you used to plead for parties, wanting to celebrate with your friends when you were little."

Blushing, I bit my lower lip, momentarily embarrassed.

Devansh lifted my chin with a finger and reassured me, "Today is your birthday, and your friends are here. Enjoy the party you've always wanted."

"Thank you, Dev," I murmured gratefully, cheeks warming at his thoughtful gesture.

His hands on my waist, pulling me closer, elicited a smile. But a thought struck me, and I turned to him, questioning, "Why are there only girls here? I had friends who were boys too."