𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

{46}•ʙᴜᴅᴅʜᴀ•

BONDITA

I... yes, me, Bondita Roy Choudhury.

I kissed my husband.

In front of everyone.

Like it was nothing.

Oh dear god. Wasn't I supposed to be the shy type? The one who blushed at the mere mention of intimacy? Then what happened to me? What kind of madness took over that I ended up kissing him? And not just a small, fleeting peck. No. I kissed him like I owned him. Like I had every right to.

But the most surprising part? I wasn't embarrassed at all.

What I felt was happiness. Pride. A sense of belonging so strong that it made me realize-there was no turning back. I love him. Fully, deeply, irrevocably.

I couldn't wait anymore. He had to know. He had to understand that I didn't give a damn about Yash. He was my past. Just as Mishti was his. A past that wouldn't-couldn't-come back.

So I said it.

And the way his eyes darkened, the way his fingers curled tighter around my waist, the way his breath hitched just slightly-I knew he heard me. I knew he understood.

But what he didn't understand was this-I wasn't sad.

When Shubhra Maa called me, her voice trembling as she informed me of Yash's death... that they found his body at a construction site, I had felt... nothing. No sadness. No grief. Just an odd sense of finality.

But Anirudh-my husband, my love-he thought I was mourning him. Him. The man who had cheated on me. Lied to me. Broke the heart I had so foolishly placed in his hands.

Why would I ever be sad for someone like him?

No, I was happy. So fucking happy.

Because the man I now belonged to-the man whose lips I had just claimed in front of the whole world-was the very same man who ended Yash's miserable life.

Anirudh killed him.

And I had never loved him more.

The engagement was so well done! Everything went off without a hitch, and I even met the bride of Devansh Bhai Sa-Anvika Shekhawat.

She was truly a sweetheart, cute, and had this aura of sophistication around her. She was three years older than me, and get this-she's a CEO of a company! I mean, talk about a mast jodi-a powerful CEO and a future king. Wow, such a perfect match!

And in all the excitement, I got invited to the bachelor party for girls only. I was beyond thrilled, but... was I even supposed to go? I mean, I would, but I couldn't help wondering for a second.

But then, I noticed something that irked me.

My dear husband-the one who thought he ruled the world-was standing in the distance, ogling me with those intense eyes of his. But did he come over? Did he even talk to me? No.

Ugh.

The big bad mafia king-the man who could make anyone tremble with just a glance-was too scared to come near his own wife? Wait, scared of someone!? His own wife!?

Such an idiot. Anyway.

I excused myself from Anvi-oh yes, we're so close now that Anvika had become Anvi to me. The bond we shared was effortless, like we had known each other for years, even though today was the first time we had met. I adjusted my dupatta, letting it fall perfectly over my shoulder as I slowly walked towards my Anirudh.