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"I'm a devil Ira think before you say anything", he replied staring into her soul
"I don't care i...
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Jealousy, jealousy Started following me...
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I was lounging on the couch, the soft cushions beneath me giving just the right amount of comfort. Shadow sprawled lazily across my lap, his head resting on my thigh as he let out a contented sigh.
His black fur shimmered under the light, and I absentmindedly ran my fingers through it, feeling the smoothness under my touch. His steady breathing was almost therapeutic, a quiet rhythm that matched the peaceful atmosphere around us.
But something was off.
The room had grown unusually still, and the peaceful aura was interrupted by a growing tension. I could sense it before I even looked up.
The feeling of being watched gnawed at me, prickling the back of my neck. Reluctantly, I tore my gaze away from Shadow and slowly lifted my head.
Abhimanyu stood a few feet away, his tall frame stiff with barely-contained irritation. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, muscles tense, as though restraining himself from acting on whatever was bubbling inside him.
His jaw was clenched, and those intense, stormy eyes of his were locked onto Shadow, who remained blissfully unaware, still curled up on my lap without a care in the world.
Abhimanyu's glare could've melted ice. He wasn't just upset—he was brimming with frustration, though it wasn’t directed at me.
It was entirely focused on my oblivious baby, the unspoken battle between them hanging heavy in the air. Shadow, as usual, was utterly indifferent, his peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the barely controlled storm standing before me.
I raised an eyebrow, meeting Abhimanyu’s gaze, half expecting him to say something. But he just stood there, simmering, his eyes flicking back and forth between me and Shadow, as if my baby had somehow committed a grievous offence by claiming my lap.
I could feel the tension thickening with each passing second. Abhimanyu's silence spoke louder than any words could have.
His dark eyes, always so intense, were now burning with something deeper—annoyance, jealousy, maybe even a hint of betrayal.
