'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...
~In that moment, with just a look, she made me feel like a child again. Not the ruthless man everyone feared, but someone who could be cared for. Her soft touch, her gentle smile, it made me forget the darkness I carried. I didn’t want to be strong anymore. I just wanted to be hers—simple and protected, like a child in her arms...
BY HER RUDH
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I had just finished setting the table—fluffy American-style pancakes stacked with chocolate chips melting inside, golden scrambled eggs tossed with parmesan, and toasted garlic bread on the side. The kitchen still smelled of maple syrup and brewed cinnamon coffee. I smiled, pleased with myself.
I was already dressed to step out—high-waisted jeans that hugged a little too perfectly, and a tiny-sleeved black tank top tucked neatly inside. My hair was pinned into a messy bun, held together with a single pin that tugged at loose curls brushing my neck.
I was just adjusting the placements when I heard the sound of footsteps behind me.
And then I saw him.
My husband.
Wearing exactly what I’d laid out for him. The black shirt clung to his chest like it had been stitched for him alone, sleeves folded up revealing those strong forearms that always did things to my breathing.
But it wasn’t the shirt that made my heart stumble.
My gaze trailed lower.
And stopped.
Grey sweatpants.
Tight around the waist. Loose at the legs. But right in the center—Lord have mercy. I blinked hard, lips parting in stunned silence. There it was. Bold. Huge. Shamelessly outlined.
Oh no. Oh God. Why is it so... prominent?
Was it always that big? Did I just never look? Was I looking now? I was looking now.
“Don’t stare,” his voice broke through my chaos.
“I’m not staring,” I whispered back, my eyes very much still staring. I didn't even realize my breath had hitched until I felt him coming closer.
Shit, he’s walking toward me.
But I couldn't drag my eyes away from that... that buddy of his.
And then, his finger tilted my chin up gently. “Ek toh nazar aapki har baar galat jagah jaati hai na?”
(Your eyes always go to the wrong places, don’t they?)
I blinked, cheeks blazing. “My eyes are betraying me!” I blurted, flustered and flinching under his teasing gaze.
Why was it suddenly so hot in here?
Wait... did I just that out loud?
I turned my face away quickly, pretending to fix the juice glass on the table, but my ears were burning.
