'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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Chan... Chaaannn... Cahnnn...
The sound grew louder. Her anklets. Her laughter. It wasn’t real— but fuck, it felt like it.
I couldn’t feel my body. I didn’t even know if I still had one. My chest didn’t rise. My fingers didn’t twitch. Nothing. But my eyes… my soul… was watching.
And there she was. My wife. Bondita.
Running. Her white dupatta trailing behind her like a ghost’s whisper. She was laughing, twirling, barefoot... the anklets singing louder than anything I’ve ever known. Chan… chaan… cahnnn…
Her laughter— It echoed like a cruel melody.
I couldn’t speak. I was in a dark place. No light. No warmth. No sound— Except her. My little angel.
She ran from here to there, like a wild flame in the middle of the void… And then— She disappeared.
FUCK.
I froze. My throat choked with a scream that couldn’t escape. I tried to move. To fucking crawl. To breathe. But I couldn’t.
And just then—
A tug. A strong, sudden pull from behind. Like my soul was being yanked from the shadow.
And I saw…
Mumma.
“Mumma…?”
My voice didn’t come out. But the word exploded in my chest.
Wait… How is this even— She was gone. She’s dead. Years ago. She can’t be here— She can’t—
Oh God.
She was in white too. Her hair tied the way she always did for temple visits. Her eyes—soft. Kind. Exactly like I remembered. No. Better.
And then— She smiled.
And I heard her voice. Clear. Soft. Like wind in the trees during monsoon nights.
“Humra Rajkumar… aao… aapni maa ke paas.” [My prince… come… come to your mother.]
She brought her hands forward. Calling me. Welcoming me.
Oh fuck. My Mumma... I wanted to fall into her arms. I wanted to hug her. Feel her warmth. Smell her again. Tell her everything that broke me.
