𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

{37}•ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴀʟɪʏᴀ•

ANIRUDH

Fucking tease.

That’s exactly what she was. A little fucking tease who had no idea what kind of devil she was provoking.

The entire dinner, she had been playing her little games, pretending to be innocent while shifting in my lap, brushing against me like she didn’t fucking know what she was doing. My patience was hanging by a goddamn thread. One more second of her soft little body pressing against me, and I would’ve lost all fucking control.

I wanted to bend her over the damn table. Right there. In front of everyone.

Fuck.

The thought alone sent a dark thrill through me, my jaw clenching as I tried to push away the filthy images flashing in my head. Her moaning my name, her body trembling, her innocence fucking ruined by me—just the way I wanted. But no. Not here. Not now.

I couldn’t. I fucking can’t.

Instead, I kept my grip on her waist, holding her in place as I finished my meal like a fucking king—while my little angel sat there, clueless about how close she had come to being devoured.

When I was done, I wiped my hands, grabbed her wrist, and before she could protest, I lifted her into my arms.

A soft gasp left her lips, her hands grabbing onto my shoulders. “Anirudh—put me down!” she whispered, her face already heating up.

I let out a dark chuckle, gripping her tighter. “I fucking told you, little angel,” I muttered near her ear, my voice low and dangerous. “You’re not touching the ground tonight. Did you think I was joking?”

She swallowed, her lashes fluttering, and for once, she had no response.

Good.

I carried her through the palace, ignoring the stares, the whispers. Let them fucking watch. I didn’t give a shit. She was mine, and if I wanted to carry her like this in front of the entire world, I fucking would.

I reached the main seating area where the function was in full swing. The music, the laughter, the pointless chatter—it all blurred into the background as I sat down in my chair, making sure to keep Bondita exactly where I wanted her. On my fucking lap.

She stiffened, her hands fisting her saree, her cheeks burning red as she realized we were in full view of everyone.

I smirked. Embarrassed, are we?

I tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to look at me. “Blushing, little angel?” I teased, my voice rough with amusement.

She bit her lip, looking anywhere but at me. “Anirudh… everyone’s watching…” she mumbled, her breath unsteady.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. “Let them.”

Her entire body shivered, and fuck, I loved that reaction. I let my fingers trail down her back, my grip firm, keeping her pressed against me as I watched the function with an unreadable expression.

Bondita shifted slightly in my lap, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her lehenga. I felt it—the hesitation, the unspoken request dancing on the tip of her tongue. My little angel wanted something.

I didn’t acknowledge it right away, just traced lazy circles on her back, pretending to watch the ongoing function while my mind stayed locked onto her every move. The way she exhaled softly, the way her shoulders rose and fell as she worked up the courage to speak.

Finally, she did.

“Anirudh…” she murmured, her voice hesitant, almost shy. “Can I go?”

I raised a brow, dragging my gaze to hers. “Go where?”