'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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My eyes didn't move from the picture.
Damn me. Fuck me.
This is heaven.
A devil in heaven because of his biwi.
Here I was, sitting on the couch, while the entire palace buzzed with preparations for that fucker Devansh's wedding tomorrow.
There were too many rituals, too many rules.
Did I give a fuck about them?
No.
Not when my little angel was trying her damn best to hide from me.
Fucking hell.
She didn't know what the picture had done to me.
Problem one: I was hard as fuck.
Problem two: I couldn't breathe.
Problem three: I should stop staring at the picture.
But fuck, I couldn't. I can't. I won't.
The pink lingerie was perfect on her. Soft, delicate, sinful against her untouched skin.
My woman.
My wife.
And she had no idea what she was doing to me.
God. I never did anything good enough to deserve her.
But thank fuck He still gave me an angel like her.
And to think-I doubted myself at first. I thought I was an asshole for feeling this way. I thought this was just lust.
But no.
No, fuck, never.
My feelings toward her could be anything but lust.
Because lust was what I felt when I fucked another woman. No feelings, no happiness, no sadness. Nothing. Just pushing in and out, trying to satisfy myself.
