'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 little angel is sleeping peacefully.
It was nearly 10 in the morning, and here I was, sitting on the couch, staring at my bachha like a fucking goddamn psychopath. But I couldn't help it. Every time I looked at her, it was like my heart just stopped and started beating again in a new rhythm. She was everything to me, and in this moment, she was a picture of perfect innocence, lying there so unaware of the effect she had on me.
She was cuddled up under the bedsheets, holding a pillow between her legs like it was the most precious thing in the world. Fuck, isn't she the cutest thing I've ever seen? Her lips were parted slightly, her breath coming out soft and steady, a little puff of air that made her chest rise and fall gently. The way her face was relaxed, without a worry in the world, made me want to protect her, even more than I already did.
Her hair, all messy and wild from sleep, was spread out around her face like some kind of halo. I could see the soft curve of her cheek, her eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly with each dream she was having.
Damn, she looked so fucking angelic.
I pulled my phone from the other side of the couch, not making a sound, as I reached to capture this moment. It had become a habit of mine now-whenever I found my little angel to be beautiful, and that was basically always, I had to take a photo. I needed to save those moments, preserve them, because every part of her, every expression, every little detail, was so precious to me.
I zoomed in, focusing on the soft curve of her lips, the little wrinkles forming on her forehead as she shifted slightly in her sleep. I couldn't help but smile to myself. She had no idea that I was doing this, that I was sitting here, staring at her with all this love and admiration, but I didn't care. She didn't need to know right now.
I just wanted to keep her, to hold her, to have her all to myself in these quiet, perfect moments. Because no matter how dark or twisted the world outside was, when I was with her, everything felt right. And I was damn sure I'd never let anyone take her away from me.
I saved the photo, my thumb lingering on the screen for a second longer than necessary. And then, quietly, I set my phone down, leaning back against the couch, content just watching her sleep.
My little angel.
But something clicked in my mind.
She screamed of darkness.
What had actually happened to her mother?
She was talking about a gun, wasn't she?
Her words echoed in my head, and my stomach twisted in frustration. There were so many damn unanswered questions about her past.
