𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

•𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫•

Anirudh stood in the heart of the chaos, his breath heavy and ragged. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, and his hands were soaked in it. He stared down at the lifeless body before him, the knife still gripped tightly in his shaking hand. His eyes were cold, detached, as he whispered, "Sleep! Sleep forever!"

The words felt like a hollow victory, an end to a chapter. But as the finality of his action settled in, a sudden jolt ran through his body.

His phone buzzed.

Smirking, he let the knife fall to the ground with a heavy thud, wiping the blood off his hands, before answering the call. His voice was calm, almost eerily composed.

"Boss! Boss!" The voice on the other end was panicked, urgent. "Ma’am… Ma’am had ran away! We couldn’t find her!"

Anirudh’s smirk faded instantly. His eyes narrowed, his heart skipping a beat.

Bondita.

His world, once dark and calculated, shifted. His grip tightened on the phone, and for the first time in years, a cold fear gripped him.

Elsewhere:

Bondita ran, faster than she ever had in her life. Her breaths were sharp, desperate, as her feet pounded against the soft earth of the dark jungle. The night was pitch-black, the only sounds the wind rustling through the trees and her own frantic heartbeat.

She had to get away. Had to escape.

But then, her heart nearly stopped as his voice echoed through the silence, a mocking whisper carried on the wind.

"Oh, little angel. Run as much as you can, but at the end, we both know... I'll catch you."

She screamed, the terror and panic overwhelming her as she stumbled forward, pushing herself harder. But no matter how fast she ran, she couldn’t outrun the truth.

Anirudh was coming. And he always got what he wanted.

Bondita's breath hitched as her body was suddenly yanked back, a strong arm wrapping around her waist. Her heart skipped a beat, and before she could react, she was slammed into a hard chest. She struggled violently, kicking and screaming, her voice hoarse with panic.

"No! No! Leave me! Please, please leave me!" she screamed, her words choking on the fear that gripped her. The darkness of the jungle enveloped her, and her every instinct screamed for freedom, for escape.

But then, she froze.

His blood-soaked face was inches away from hers. His eyes, dark and cold, stared down at her with a twisted amusement, as if her terror fueled him. His lips curled into a cruel smirk, and with a voice so low, so dangerous, he whispered, "You think you can run, little angel? You think you can escape me?"

Her heart hammered in her chest, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. The man she had once loved, the man who had become a monster in her eyes, was now the very thing she feared.