𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

{63}•ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛs•

My little angel has taken care of me so well. Even though I knew deep down she was stressed—probably consumed by that damn curse. I could see it in her eyes, the way she’d look at me, her mind clearly torn between wanting to take care of me and the fear that she could lose me.

But no matter what, she stayed. She stayed by my side, nursing me like the pure, innocent soul she is. And that right there—her dedication, her love—proved just how fucking pure my little wife truly is.

I could hear her voice from the other room, calling out to me, no doubt trying to convince me to stay home. But that wasn’t going to happen. Resting has never been my thing. It never was, and it never will be. I’ve got a business to run, responsibilities to handle.

The moment I got better, I had to get back into the grind. It was just how I was built—how I’ve always been. I could feel her worry, the tension in her tone as she tried to make her point clear. "Anirudh, take a break! You need to rest!" she’d say.

But I couldn’t. If I stayed home, she would stay with me too, and I couldn’t let her fall behind on her dreams, her education. She’s got goals, she’s got a future to chase, and I can’t be the one to drag her down. No, I won’t be the one to take that from her.

So, I pushed on, getting dressed in my usual sharp suit, making sure everything about me was in perfect order. I knew she’d hate it, but I couldn’t stay away from my responsibilities. Work is a beast I can’t ignore, and I know she’ll understand, eventually. But for now, it’s just me, my work, and the weight of everything that’s happening around us.

As I was about to head out, I heard her footsteps behind me. She wasn’t happy, I could tell by the way she exhaled, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, I felt her presence beside me, her hand gently tugging at my arm, her voice soft yet firm.

“Anirudh, don’t do this. You’re still recovering.”

I wanted to pull her into my arms, hold her and tell her everything would be fine. But I couldn’t. Not right now. “Little angel,” I said, my voice low and filled with the same determination, “I have to go. You’ve taken care of me long enough. Now, it’s time for me to take care of everything else.”

I knew it wasn’t the answer she wanted. But sometimes, she has to understand that I can’t be caged. Not by her, not by anyone.

I walked toward the door, glancing back once more at her. Her face, so full of concern, hit me harder than I expected.

But I couldn’t stop now. Work awaited, and I wouldn’t let anything—or anyone—stand in my way.

She grabbed my hand, her fingers cold but tight around my wrist. I could feel the tremble in her touch, but her grip was strong—stronger than I expected. My gaze hardened as I looked down at her. She was standing there, eyes burning with a fire I hadn’t seen before.