The light broke through the curtains, and I stirred from sleep. My back ached slightly from spending the night on the floor, but when I looked at her face, all discomfort faded. Nandini , my little Swan was still fast asleep, her features serene and delicate, almost angelic. Her hand was still intertwined with mine, and I couldn’t resist the urge to bring it to my lips for a gentle kiss. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake up, giving me a few more moments to admire her beauty.
I quietly rose to get ready, trying not to disturb her. Her bathroom, like everything else in her home, was cozy and inviting, a reflection of her warmth. As I adjusted my hair, I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror. I sometimes wondered why she had written me this way—with greyish silver hair and red eyes. A curious combination, but I couldn’t complain; at least she had made me handsome. A smirk played on my lips as I imagined what she must have thought while creating me.
Through the mirror, I saw her waking up. For a moment, her eyes widened in shock, probably forgetting in her morning haze that I had stayed over. I couldn’t help but tease her, my smirk widening as she quickly rubbed her eyes, the realization dawning on her. She was adorable in her confusion, a stark contrast to the fierce woman who had held a knife to my throat last night. The memory of that moment sent a thrill through me; she had been breathtakingly bold, and only I knew how close I had come to kissing her then and there.
But now, she was just Nandini, my innocent little swan, trying to process the morning’s reality. I chuckled, amused by her baby-like reactions, yet fully aware of the hidden fire within her. That fire was tempting, almost irresistible, but I knew better than to push too far—at least not yet. After a bit more teasing, she finally kicked me out of her room, blushing furiously as she went to freshen up.
I left her to her morning routine and checked my phone. Several missed calls from Rakshit awaited me, and as I returned the call, he informed me of something that made my blood run cold, though I didn’t show it. The foreign clients we had dealt with recently and me killing them , their deaths triggering a chain of events. One of them, a son of the deceased, had arranged for goons to kidnap Nandini. Word had spread that I was interested in her, and now they foolishly thought they could use her against me.
My lips curled into a smirk at their stupidity. Did they really think they could touch her? She's not my weakness but the creator of this ASURA herself.
We had breakfast together, she prepared it with such care and skill. I admired her, not just for her cooking, but for the quiet strength she carried, even if she didn’t fully realize it. We drove to the office, but I dropped her off, telling her I had an important meeting. She didn’t suspect anything, and I promised to meet her in my office in an hour.
As soon as I made sure she was safely inside the company building, I headed to the underground garage and parked my car. I summoned my powers, feeling the familiar dark energy surge through me. It had been a while since I had indulged in a dramatic display, and I felt a twisted excitement building within me.
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The Forbidden Manuscript : a Villain's Tale
FantasyNandini Verma was 18 when she penned her first story, a tale of passion, betrayal, and revenge. It was a masterpiece, poised for publication. But on the night she was to share her brilliance with the world, tragedy struck. Her abusive father, a figu...