'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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I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't even blink.
His voice—those words—kept echoing like thunder inside my skull.
"HUMNE MAARA THA AAPKI MAA KO!! HUMNE!!!"
(I killed your mother!! I did!!!)
No. No. No…
My knees went weak. My hands slipped from his collar and dropped to my sides like dead weight.
I stared at him. His lips were still moving—saying something—his voice shaking now, trembling like his whole body had frozen in guilt.
“I didn’t mean to… bacha, I didn’t fucking want to… believe me, I—”
SLAP.
My hand moved before I could even think. Loud. Hard. Unforgiving.
Silence.
He froze. His cheek red from my rage. His eyes… still didn’t look away. He took it. Like he wanted the punishment.
I stepped back. My breath hitched. My chest caved in with the weight of something I couldn’t carry anymore.
“You... knew... she was pregnant...” I whispered. My voice broken. Shattered.
He didn’t deny it.
My fists curled. “Meri maa… meri maa jo mujhe godh mein lena chahti thi... jise maine kabhi maa kehkar nahi bulaya... aapne usse cheen liya?” (My mother... the one who wanted to hold me in her arms... the one I never got to call 'maa'... you took her away from me?)
Tears blurred my vision. My throat burned.
“And you still dare to look at me?! STILL call me your little angel?!”
He stepped closer. I stepped back.
“I hate you!” I screamed, punching his chest again and again. “I hate you! I HATE YOU!!!”
He didn’t stop me. He just stood there. Bleeding. But not from wounds I could see.
From the truth.
The truth that now lived in both of us like poison.
His lips trembled. Eyes glistening. Hands lifted like he wanted to hold me.
