'Devil In Love' 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗢𝗻𝗲
•𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆•
Anirudh Roy Chowdhury a well-known billionaire and mafia king.
Bondita Das a simple, innocent girl.
Anirudh, a formidable figu...
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With a victorious smile, I clutched Anirudh’s phone close to my chest, feeling a childish sense of triumph.
Hmph!
He always teases me, now it’s my turn. I walked towards our room, my lehenga swaying around me as I hummed to myself.
The function was still loud behind me, but I wanted a moment alone. Maybe I’d go through his phone.
Not to spy!
Just to see if there was anything interesting… maybe some pictures of him?
I giggled at the thought.
As I reached our room, I pushed the door open, stepping inside, my anklets jingling softly against the marble floor. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of evening slipping in through the curtains.
I turned back, shutting the door, feeling a strange shiver run down my spine.
Why did it suddenly feel so quiet?
Like something had changed?
Oh, because he wasn't here?
I shook my head. Maybe I was just imagining things.
With a sigh, I flopped onto the bed, holding Anirudh’s phone in my hands.
"Chaliye dekhte hai, kya hai isme…" I whispered to myself, a mischievous grin on my face as I tapped the screen.
(Let’s see what’s in here…)
I opened Anirudh’s phone with a mix of curiosity and excitement, surprised to see there was no lock. I wasn’t sure why, but it felt like I had just been handed an invitation to explore, so I didn’t hesitate.
I scrolled through his gallery, expecting to find something interesting. But what I found surprised me. There were so many pictures of guns, sleek cars, mafia meetings, and even some luxurious properties—his life wasn’t just the one I saw.
There was a whole other world beneath it, one that left me speechless. I scrolled faster, intrigued by the chaos and power, the glimpses into his world I’d never seen before.
Would I ever be a part of this dangerous lifestyle?
But then, I froze. My breath hitched.
There was a folder, labeled 'My Little Angel.' The words felt so tender, so personal.
