'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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You know… me? I haven’t slept properly for weeks.
I tried—God, how hard I tried. I forced myself to close my eyes, to let my body rest, but the moment I shut them, her face—her furious, broken face—haunted me.
I see the fire in her eyes, the hatred she holds for me like a weapon, cutting deeper than any wound on my body. It’s like she hates everything about me, and maybe she should.
The room I’m in, it feels so cold. Every time I enter, it’s like the air empties of warmth, and the silence screams louder than any sound. I feel alone—so utterly alone.
But today… today was different.
For the first time in weeks, I actually slept.
Fuck, God, I slept. Even with her hair tangled across my face, even though I didn’t move or shift an inch— my hand stayed there, frozen, holding her delicate fingers while she slept on it. Even as the fire on my back screamed in pain, I slept.
I slept so peacefully— like I was floating, like I was in some distant heaven, away from all the rage and pain.
Why?
Because she was with me.
Humari sukoon hai humare paas. (My peace is with me.)
It’s simple, isn’t it? Her presence alone makes the world less cruel, the nights less dark. When she’s near, even the sharpest pain dulls, and I can pretend—just for a moment— that maybe I’m not the villain in her story.
Maybe I’m not the monster she thinks I am.
Maybe, just maybe, —I—can find a little redemption.
But the truth… the harsh, raw truth— is that she hates me.
And she has every right to.
Every day, I carry that hate like a chain around my neck, pulling me down deeper into this dark pit. I see it in her eyes, feel it in her trembling hands. She’s afraid of me— but she’s also afraid of what she feels for me.
That confused, painful mix of love and hate, of wanting to be close but needing to run away.
And I don’t blame her.
Because I am broken. I’m dangerous. I’m the storm she can’t escape from, the shadow that follows her no matter where she runs.
But still…
Tonight, when she was in my arms, when she was breathing soft and slow against my skin— I slept like a man who had finally come home.
