𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

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~𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧? 𝐍𝐨, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧.

𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐀.

To be honest.
I'm sore.
Yes, so so so sore.

Even after a whole day of lying in bed like a pampered doll, I still couldn't walk straight.
Ughhh!
From morning, I've been waddling around like a newborn chicken-no, worse-a baby penguin learning to take its first damn steps.

And the man behind this condition?
That ruthless, insatiable, shameless devil is sitting right there-legs crossed, arms spread like he owns the world. Watching me with that sinful smirk, as if he hasn't just ruined every muscle in my body.

His eyes are burning holes into my skin like he's starving again.
And guess what?
He hasn't left me alone for a second since yesterday.

Wasn't he supposed to be some busy mafia king?
Feared by the world, worshipped by his men?
Then how the hell did he get so free all of a sudden?

But the worst part?
I love this.
I love that the man who once claimed he would never accept me, has now marked me in every ruthless, possessive way possible.
Every position. Every angle.
Some I didn't even know existed.

My eyes accidentally caught my reflection in the mirror.
My cheeks... oh god.
Red.
Flushed. Glowing.
And not from makeup-he made sure none of that stayed on.

I looked down, tucking my hair behind my ears shyly, knowing full well that my dear husband-in his all-black mafia glory-is watching me like I'm dessert after dinner.
The damn suit is too tight on his arms.

Tattoos peeking from the sleeves.

His tattoo half-visible from the shirt buttons he refused to close fully.

I sighed heavily, my voice barely above a whisper, "Suniye..."

(Listen...)

Without missing a beat, his deep voice answered, playful and thick like velvet dipped in danger.
"Boliye Jaan-E-Maan."

(Speak, my life.)

And just like that, my breath hitched.
Because how could someone sound so dangerous and yet so devoted in one line?

My fingers clutched the dressing table's edge. My legs still sore.
My body still trembling with the memories of last night.

I gulped.
Because I knew one thing for sure-

This man...
This devil in a black suit...
Wasn't done with me yet.

I took a deep breath, cheeks still flushed, as I gave up trying to reach the zipper on my back.