𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

{44}•ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ•(🌶️)

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BONDITA

Oh. My. Dear. God.

Today was insane!

What I did today… it's shocking even to me! When he was—uhm—kissing my cuties, I got so excited that I… rubbed myself against his stomach. And then—oh my god—I had my first ever orgasm! Right there. Right there!

Wasn't it the best Holi ever?

I mean… yes!

I still can’t believe it. I was too shy to even talk to him properly before, and now? Now I’ve done this! I just wanted to tease him, to play Holi, but he—he made me cum. In. His. Kurta. The proof was still there, a faint patch that made my cheeks burn whenever I looked at it.

Uff, Bondita Anirudh Roy Choudhury!

I blushed.

That name. It gives me butterflies. A whole storm of them.

It was almost four now, and we had played so much Holi. Running around, throwing colors, laughing—everything felt magical. I wasn’t allowed to use water, though. Because he thought I would get a fever or something! How silly of him. But like a good girl, I obeyed.

Now, we were all sitting and eating together, and most of the time… Anirudh was feeding me.

In front of everyone!

Even the media was there!

I was blushing like hell! I had no idea he could be this gentle. He used to scold me for the smallest things, but now? Now, he treats me like a princess.

Like his little angel.

Wait like? Huh I was his little angel.

Anirudh picked up a piece of malpua, dipped it into the warm rabri, and brought it close to my lips. His fingers brushed against my skin as he fed me, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. My breath hitched, my cheeks heating up again.

Uff, Bondita, stop blushing! Behave normally!

But how could I? The way he was looking at me—soft, intense, possessive—it was making my heart race. I lowered my gaze, focusing on my plate, but I could feel his eyes on me.

And then… he leaned in.

So close that his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. His breath was warm, teasing, intoxicating.

"What are you thinking about, hm?" His voice was low, husky. "You're flushed."

I gulped. Oh no. Had he noticed? Had he realized what I was remembering?

I quickly shook my head, forcing a smile. "N-Nothing."

He pulled back slightly, tilting his head as he studied my face. His lips twitched, as if he was holding back a smirk.

"Nothing?" he drawled, his tone full of disbelief.

I nodded quickly, stuffing a piece of gujiya into my mouth to avoid answering.

His eyes darkened with amusement. He reached out and wiped a smudge of rabri from the corner of my lips with his thumb, his touch slow, deliberate.

"Nothing, huh?" he murmured. "Then why do you look like you’re reliving something very… interesting?"

I choked. This man!

"Eat your food, Mr. Devil!" I huffed, swatting his arm lightly.

His laughter was deep and rich, sending another wave of warmth through me. He didn't push further, but his knowing smirk told me—he knew. He definitely knew.