Married To The Devil

Promises of forever

Uruvi was so worn out that she was trembling when she sat on her bed. Sakshi and Surili rushed to her assistance, stripping off her sweat-drenched kurti and gently wiping her body with a warm, damp cloth.

They worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning Uruvi and dressing her in a fresh satin sheet. Surili fastened the sheet firmly by tying a knot around Uruvi's chest.

Just then, the door creaked open, and the air changed in an instant. Nawab stepped into the room, his presence filling the space like the warm rays of a late afternoon sun.

He paused, his eyes darkening slightly at the sight of Uruvi. There was an intensity in his gaze, a mix of surprise and admiration.

Uruvi's pulse quickening at the sight of him—the way his shoulders squared, the confidence in his stance, and the intensity in his gaze that sparked between them like a flame.

"Thank you, aunt Sakshi and Surili," Nawab greeted them with a nod. "But I believe I can assist my wife tonight. You should both get some rest."

Sakshi and Surili exchanged a knowing glance, and with a whisper of fabric, they departed, shutting the door softly behind them.

Uruvi's heart raced as Nawab approached, his movements fluid and confident.

She could feel the heat radiating from his body as he drew closer, his hand brushing against the thin fabric wrapped around her. They shared a moment of stillness in a world where only they existed.

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead, a tender gesture that sent shivers down her spine.

Then, wrapping her in a warm embrace, he breathed a musky floral aroma from her hair. Uruvi felt safe and secure, yet an eruption of emotions churned within her.

However, her tranquillity was disrupted when her gaze fell on his arm. A deep bruise disfigured the flawless skin, its colour a disturbing combination of purples and reds. Drops of blood seeped through the edge of his turban, an alarming sight that snatched the breath from her lungs.

"Nawab, you're hurt..." she exclaimed, panic weaving through her voice as she gently pulled back to inspect his injury. "What happened?"

"It's nothing, really," he replied dismissively, though a flicker of pain crossed his features. "When I was searching for you, and I fell..."

"You must allow me to help you!" Uruvi insisted, her hands reaching instinctively toward his wound, but Nawab caught her wrist gently, his eyes softening.

"It's merely a scratch, I assure you. Your concern is enough to heal me," he said, his voice low and soothing. But her concern only deepened with the sincerity in his words.

With a determined glint in her eyes, Uruvi grabbed a piece of cloth and gently started to roll his sleeve up around Nawab's arm, revealing the bruised skin beneath.

"This isn't nothing," she whispered fiercely, chastising him even as her heart raced at the intimacy of the act.

"It's not just the arm... I was more worried about you," he murmured, almost too quietly for her to hear. When he saw her care for him, he felt a mixture of comfort and happiness.

As she delicately cleaned the wound, their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, a silent promise formed.

The world outside may have been wild and unpredictable, but in this moment, they were each other's solace, a haven from the pain, worry, and responsibilities that surrounded them.

With gentle hands, she bandaged his arm, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

Nawab watched her intently, the admiration in his gaze unfurling into something deeper. She was fierce, yet tender; strong, yet soft.

"I will always take care of you too, husband." Uruvi whispered, an oath born of an unshakeable bond – a promise that in the chaos of their lives, they would be there for each other, healing together in a world that often sought to tear them apart.
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Last few parts were very emotional so you be interested in reading some romance??? Any suggestions?