The Devil and I

46.

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Abhiman's POV

The next morning, soft snoring filled the room as I sat beside Noor, carefully detangling her hair, which had spilled across her pillow like a silken cascade.

I took my time, weaving my fingers gently through her strands, making sure not to wake her. Her peaceful face—eyes closed, lips slightly parted—was a sight I could never grow tired of.

Last night had been magical. My wife, my Noor, had fallen into a blissful slumber after what was easily the most passionate night of our lives.

And I? I had fallen for her all over again.

There was something inexplicably satisfying about watching her surrender herself to me, trusting me with every piece of her soul and body. I never imagined I'd derive so much pleasure simply by watching her happiness—her ecstasy.

It was a powerful, consuming feeling.

For the first time in my twenty-seven years of existence, I felt like a king. She was my queen, and with her beside me, I could conquer anything. Without her? My mind and soul would wither, an empty shell of a man.

A faint vibration pulled me from my thoughts. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, its screen glowing faintly in the morning light. Arjun's name flashed across the display. I checked the time—it was late morning.

Reluctantly, I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Noor's forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling away. "I'll be back soon, my love," I whispered, though she remained soundly asleep.

Quietly, I slipped out of bed and walked to the far end of the room to take the call.

"Yes, I'm coming," I murmured into the receiver after Arjun's urgent voice met my ears. I knew what he wanted—it was time.

Later That Day,

I held Noor's hand firmly as I led her out of the house. Her face was alight with happiness, and guilt tugged at my heart knowing I would soon dampen that beautiful smile.

But this needed to be done. Today was the day I would close a chapter of pain and injustice that had haunted her—and by extension, me—for far too long.

"Where are we going, husband?" she asked, her voice light and playful as we walked toward the car.

"You'll see," I replied cryptically, forcing a smile. She deserved to know the truth, but it wouldn't come easily.

The drive to the warehouse was quiet, save for the sound of Noor humming softly to herself. She trusted me implicitly, and that trust was a heavy weight on my chest.

Soon, we reached the secluded building—a place I'd kept hidden for days. It was my personal hell, a prison where I'd spent hours dealing with the man who had tormented her.

As we stepped inside, Noor's hand tightened around mine. The stark interior of the warehouse, with its dim lighting and cold concrete walls, seemed to unsettle her. "What are we doing here, Abhi?" she asked, a note of unease creeping into her tone.

I turned to face her, my expression somber. "We're doing what should have been done months ago," I said simply. Her brows furrowed, confusion and fear mingling in her eyes.

Noor's POV

Abhiman's words sent a chill down my spine. His tone was heavy, almost unrecognizable, and I felt an odd sense of foreboding. I tightened my grip on his hand, but he started walking again, his eyes fixed ahead.