Her Nightmare | 18+

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Devansh stood rooted in place, his eyes following the fading silhouette of Parinidhi's car as it disappeared down the road. His heart, which had remained steady as long as she was near, now pounded furiously in his chest. His calm exterior shattered; his dark eyes grew darker still, and his jaw clenched so tightly it could have been made of iron.

"You dare to pull this stunt?" Devansh muttered, his voice a low, dangerous growl. The thought that Parinidhi had chosen this path, just to get him out of jail so he could end Kashyap's reign, was intolerable to him.

He rubbed his temples, fighting to control his rage. No matter what, he would never hurt Parinidhi.

But he needed answers. Why was she planning to leave him forever? Why had she chosen to get engaged to Sahil, even if it was all a charade?

The idea that Sahil, even for a moment, believed Parinidhi could be his ignited a jealousy in Devansh like nothing he had ever felt before. No one else could ever have a claim on her.

"Parinidhi Devansh Agnihotri belongs to me," he whispered fiercely. "And it's time I make sure you understand that, once and for all, wifey." His voice was low and menacing as he turned around, his gaze falling on his men, who stood with their heads bowed.

Devansh's eyes moved over their faces, and his brows furrowed slightly when he noticed Michael's expression. Guilt was etched all over it. Devansh immediately knew Michael had done something that now weighed heavily on his conscience.

Before Devansh could speak, he noticed hotel staff lingering near the entrance. His eyes narrowed, and his anger flared anew.

Devansh gestured sharply, and two of his men stepped forward, bowing slightly. "Where are the men who were sent to kill me?" Devansh asked, his tone dangerously calm, his hands resting on his waist as he pushed his coat back.

"Veer Kashyap sent two sharpshooters to kill you, sir," one of his men replied, his voice trembling. "We tried to capture them alive, but they tried to flee. We had to kill them."

Devansh had specifically ordered them to be captured alive. He needed their confessions to frame Kashyap and Nirvana. It was the easiest way to pin all the blame on them and extricate himself from this mess. The police were desperate to shut down Rishabh Nirvana's illegal empire, but his influence was vast, and he was powerful enough to avoid arrest.

Devansh had already struck a deal with senior officials: in exchange for Shaurya, Rudra's brother, currently in jail, he would provide evidence against Rishabh, Veer, and Narendra.
Devansh's second demand was non-interference in his affairs, which the officials readily agreed to if it meant taking down Rishabh Nirvana and his illegal operations.

But now, with Veer Kashyap's men dead, it was crucial to capture Nirvana's men alive. He needed to keep this charade going a bit longer.

"Boss," Michael called out, his voice hesitant—a stark contrast to his usual firm tone. Devansh's gaze snapped back to him, pulling him from his thoughts.

Devansh glanced at Michael before turning his attention to his men. "Tell the staff to evacuate," he ordered. "Then burn this hotel to the ground. Leave the bodies inside." He spoke with such calm detachment it sounded as if he were discussing the weather.

His men's faces paled, and one of them, summoning all his courage, spoke up, "Boss, the hotel is in the middle of the city. If we set it on fire—"

Devansh cut him off sharply, "Accidents happen, don't they?"