𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

{61}•ʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ•

⍣𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠?⍣

↬𝐁𝐘: 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐀

My eyes were closed.

I knew I was sleeping.

But—

No matter how much I tried to forget, I could only see the same thing. A girl kneeling before him, almost touching him.

Just then, I felt myself being lifted into the air, as if someone was carrying me. A soft sigh left my lips as I stirred slightly in my sleep. The next moment, I landed on a familiar surface—the plush comfort of my bed.

I remembered everything. After coming home from the club, I had collapsed onto the cold, unforgiving floor of my room. I had cried until my body felt numb, my sobs muffled against the darkness. And somehow, in the midst of my sorrow, sleep had overtaken me, my body too exhausted to fight anymore.

But now, I was no longer on the floor. Someone had carried me to bed.

Still caught in the haze between sleep and wakefulness, my voice came out hoarse, raw with emotion.

"Don’t touch me!"

I shoved the hand away from my waist, hard.

A slow, painful growl reached my ears, making my eyes jolt open in shock.

I turned my head, my breath catching as I took in the sight before me.

My breath hitched.

The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a soft glow over him, but it wasn’t enough to hide the blood. His face… his arms… his entire black shirt was soaked, dark and wet in multiple places. My heart stopped for a second before a sharp panic shot through me.

I almost screamed, but before I could, his warm, calloused hand covered my lips.

“Shhh! Shhh! I didn’t want to disturb your sleep and wake you, bacha. Go back to sleep! Close your eyes… sleep, my little angel,” he whispered, his voice rough yet laced with tenderness.

What?!

Is he even mad?!

He’s standing here, bleeding all over the place, and the only thing he’s worried about is my sleep?!

I shot up, my panic crashing over me like a storm. My hands gripped his arms without thinking, feeling the sticky warmth of blood beneath my fingers.

“What—what happened?! Anirudh!! What the hell—oh my god, you’re bleeding so much—where did you go?! How did this happen?! No, no—doctor! We need a doctor! Hospital! We need to—” My words tumbled out in a rushed mess, not even making sense as my eyes scanned every inch of him in frantic urgency.