Twisted Devotion

Chapter-15

Just wanted to give an apology for the long break, hence the double update. This chapter I am not particularly happy with but I hope it shows u more of our whipped ml.

Q] Do u actually like the plot and the way the story is moving or not?

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His POV:

She braided my hair, her fingers deftly weaving the strands, but all I could see was how much at peace she looked. There was a lightness to her laughter, a joy that radiated from her as she focused on the task at hand.

Today was the second time I had seen her so at ease, laughing freely with the group, the walls she often put up starting to crumble just a bit.

As she finished the braid and stepped back, my heart raced at the sight of her satisfaction—like a painter admiring their finished canvas. I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm; it was infectious. The way her eyes sparkled in the light, how her lips curled into that beautiful grin—it all pulled me in. I wanted to savor this moment, to hold onto it for as long as I could.

“Not bad, right?” she had said, her voice teasing, but her gaze was steady, almost challenging. I saw the flicker of confidence in her demeanor, and it only fueled the fire inside me.

That night, as I prepared for bed, I found myself smiling at the thought of her. I made sure to display the shirt tainted with Amore's lip stain carefully in my closet. I drifted off, my thoughts still swirling around her, and woke up the next morning at 6 AM, feeling surprisingly refreshed. The anticipation from the night before lingered, and I knew I needed to clear my head with a workout.

As I arrived at the gym, the early morning light filtered through the large windows, casting soft shadows across the room. I stepped inside, ready to focus on the grind, but then I spotted her—my little dove, working out on the bench press in her fitted sportswear.

She was completely absorbed in her routine, her brow slightly furrowed with concentration. I couldn’t help but admire the way her muscles flexed with each lift, a determination radiating from her. I leaned against the wall, watching her for a moment, captivated by the way she moved. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face, giving her an unguarded and genuine appearance. She seemed so different here—more grounded, less encumbered by the burdens she carried.

"Bhabhi, hume nahi pata tha aap itni strong ho!" the voices of my two irritating brothers broke my reverie of admiring her.

I turned to see them standing there, wide grins plastered on their faces, clearly enjoying the surprise they’d stumbled upon. She got up from the bench press and moved further into the gym, heading toward the shooting area. “How did you even know about the shooting room, Bhabhi?” Rohan called after her, curiosity evident in his voice.

With an effortless grace, she picked up a gun from the rack and aimed at the target. “Yesterday, Vaidehi told me,” she replied casually, her focus unwavering. In one swift motion, she pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the bullseye with a satisfying thud.

One after another, bullets were fired, each finding its mark with precision. I stood there, mesmerized, simply worshipping my goddess with my eyes, utterly captivated by her confidence and skill. After a few more rounds, she lowered the gun and turned to me, the playful glint in her eyes slightly overshadowed by something deeper. “I should go now,” she said, a hint of reluctance in her voice as she moved toward the door.

I followed her, unwilling to let her slip away just yet. “Don’t you have to work out, bhaiya?” Vihaan called out from behind, but I ignored him, my focus entirely on my little amore.

As she reached her room, I caught up to her and said, “Pandit is coming today to set the wedding date, love. Be ready”