'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...
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Tip. Tip. Tip.
The fucking sound of water dripping echoed in the dark basement like a ticking time bomb, only adding to the heat building in my chest.
Fucking fuck.
The clock was ticking and she was not here. Time wasn't just passing - it was mocking me.
I cracked my neck, jaw tight with rage.
My eyes locked on the man tied in front of me - a whimpering rat who had dared to play with what's mine.
With a swift move, I rolled my sleeve up, my lion tattoo catching the dim light.
The metal rings on my knuckles met his jaw with a crack. Blood splattered.
He screamed. The chains rattled.
I grabbed his collar, snarling through my teeth. "Samay nikal raha hai, saale. Bol, warna zubaan kaat dunga."
(Time is running out, you bastard. Speak, or I'll rip your tongue out.)
But he didn't. Not fast enough.
So I hit him again. Harder. And then again.
The man cried out again, trembling like a leaf. "Mujhe nahi pata... bas please maaf kar do!" (I don't know... please forgive me!)
I stilled. My fists clenched. The rage in my chest was no longer boiling - it was fucking volcanic.
"Tujhe nahi pata?" (You don't know?) I stepped forward slowly, the sound of my boots echoing on the cold concrete floor.
"Kaise nahi pata, BEY?" (How the fuck do you not know, bastard?) My voice dropped, cold and venomous.
"Tu mere rules jaanta hai... jaanta hai tu!" (You know my rules... you fucking know them!) "Aur phir bhi, mere peeche se yeh sab?!" (And still you did this behind my back?!)
Without waiting for his stuttering excuses, I shoved him hard. He fell to the ground, groaning. I didn't spare him a glance.
I turned and walked deeper into the dark basement
My jaw ticked. He fucking did this.
"Main kuch nahi kiya! Main kuch nahi kiya!" he wailed from behind.
(I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything!)
I ignored him.
I walked through the suffocating dark hallway of the basement. Each step felt heavier than the last. The stench of sweat, blood, and fear clung to the air.
Then I saw them - about thirty girls - locked inside the barred room, like animals. Their eyes were wide, hollow, broken.
