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The beach.
It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Until I heard the waves… and his voice.
"Apni hi suhag ko marogi aap?"
(Would you kill your own husband?)
I froze.
No.
No, not again.
He stood there.
Shadows behind him.
Salt on his skin.
A darkness in his stare.
"Itni himmat hai aapke andar?"
(Do you really have that kind of courage?)
I stepped back.
Gun in my hand.
Tears in my eyes.
The ocean behind me… and him in front.
My fingers trembled.
Sweat crawled down my back.
The metal was cold.
But my blood was burning.
I screamed—
"Stay away, Anirudh! Stay the fuck away! Let me go or I swear to all fucking gods—I'll KILL YOU!"
He didn't stop.
He didn’t even blink.
He just… kept coming closer.
Slow.
Steady.
Unshaken.
My hands were shaking.
My chest was heaving.
The waves were crashing behind me.
And he was crashing into me.
I kept yelling, but my voice wouldn’t come.
I tried to scream again—but—
“Shh… shh… little angel…”
That voice.
Soft.
Gentle.
Familiar.
"Get up baby... you're safe... it's just a dream, jaan..."
But I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t move.
He was still coming…
My body thrashed.
The sweat soaked through my back.
I tried to shoot—
But the gun disappeared.
The beach faded.
Everything crumbled—
Except that voice.
"Baccha… hum hai yahan…"
(My love… I’m here…)
"Uthiye… sapna hai jaan… sapna hai…"
(Wake up… it’s just a dream, my life…)
And then—
THUD.
I jolted up.
Screamed.
And instantly—
Two arms wrapped around me.
Tight. Warm.
Mine.
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𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆
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