𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

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ANIRUDH

The door creaked open as I stepped inside, the bag in my hand feeling heavier than it should. It wasn't much, just a few things I thought she might need. I wasn't about to admit why I cared enough to do this, even to myself.

The room was quiet, except for the faint ticking of the clock. And there she was, lying on the bed like nothing in the world could touch her.

Bondita.

She was sprawled on her stomach, one arm tucked under her head, the other hanging lazily off the bed. Her blanket had slid down, revealing that damned pink night suit she was wearing. That fucking night suit.

I let my gaze drift lower, and there it was-the memory I hated myself for having. That night when the thin fabric clung to her in ways it shouldn't have, her nipples peeking through just enough to drive me insane.

Fuck.

Bondita, lying on the bed. She was all wrapped in the blanket, her hair a tangled mess, but that's not what caught my attention. It was the way she looked so peaceful, like nothing in this fucked-up world could touch her. And in that moment, I wanted to believe that she was safe.

Safe from all this shit. Safe from me.

But I knew better. There was no safety for someone like her. Not with a man like me around.

I let out a breath, trying to push the dark thoughts away, but they lingered. I was taking her to my grandmother's house today. The thought of my grandmother made my jaw tighten. She wasn't exactly the kind of person you'd go to for comfort. She was... cold, manipulative, and not a fan of anyone who wasn't in her direct bloodline.

But the thing is-she had power. She had connections. And right now, that's what I needed. Bondita wasn't safe here. She wasn't safe anywhere, not with the enemies I'd made, not with the people who would do anything to bring me down. And my grandmother, despite her coldness, could offer some protection.

Fuck. I hate that I'm putting her in this position.

As I stood there, watching her sleep, I felt that familiar tug inside my chest again. Bondita had no idea what kind of world she was stepping into. Hell, I barely knew myself sometimes. The last thing I ever wanted was to pull her deeper into this nightmare, but I didn't have a choice.

I set the bag on the bed and took a step toward her. She looked so innocent lying there, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath, the pink crop top she wore clinging to her skin. The way her hair spilled around her face-it was perfect. Too perfect.

God, she's so fucking good for me.

I kneeled beside the bed, my hands instinctively reaching for her hair. It was sticking to her face, disturbing her sleep, and I couldn't let that go. I had to fix it.

My fingers brushed against her cheek, and I felt a jolt run through me, like a current. The softness of her skin, the warmth of her body... it was too much. But I had to keep my focus. I pushed the strands away from her face, the touch lingering just a little too long.

Her eyes fluttered open, and for a second, I forgot to breathe.

"Anirudh?" Her voice was groggy, but even that simple question sent a fucking shiver through me.

I pulled my hand back, standing up straight, trying to steady myself. My gaze dropped to her chest before I could stop it-her nipples, stiff and poking through the fabric of her top, making my body respond against my will. Shit.