'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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The soft clatter of utensils and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables echoed in the kitchen as I carefully prepared breakfast. The warm aroma of fresh parathas filled the air, blending with the rich, spicy scent of paneer curry simmering on the stove. A smile tugged at my lips as I flipped the paratha, watching it puff up perfectly.
"Bas thoda aur… ho gaya!" I whispered to myself, placing the golden-brown bread on a plate.
(Just a little more… it’s done!)
Milo, my tiny ball of mischief, sat by my feet, wagging his little tail impatiently.
I chuckled, reaching down to scratch behind his ears. "Oh, I know, you’re hungry too" I cooed, setting a small bowl of milk in front of him.
The puppy immediately pounced on it, making adorable slurping noises.
My heart felt lighter than ever.
This was something I had never imagined—cooking in my own kitchen, in our home, waiting for Anirudh to come and taste what I had lovingly made for him. The mere thought made warmth spread through my chest.
I carefully packed the food in a tiffin, ensuring everything was perfect. Freshly made aloo paratha (potato-stuffed flatbread), paneer sabzi (cottage cheese curry), some homemade achaar (pickle), and a small bowl of sweet kheer (rice pudding).
A special meal for my special person.
Just as I closed the lid, a loud sound from outside made me jump.
Thud!
I turned sharply, my heart skipping a beat. The sound had come from the living room. My brows furrowed in concern. "Yeh awaaz kaisi thi?" I murmured, quickly wiping my hands on a cloth before picking up the tiffin and stepping out of the kitchen.
(What was that sound?)
As I entered the living room, my gaze instantly landed on Anirudh. His back was turned to me, his hands clenched into tight fists. The muscles in his shoulders were stiff, tension radiating from his entire body.
"Rudh?" I called softly, stepping closer.
He didn’t respond. My frown deepened. His entire posture screamed distress, as if he had just seen something that shook him to the core.
And then my eyes fell on the broken glass pieces scattered across the floor.
