'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...
LISTEN HERE. This chapter has things. Many things. Not-so-your-type things. Things that might make your eyebrow raise, your jaw drop, and your morals question their existence.
If it's not your vibe, that's OKAY. You can skip it. Walk away. Sip water. Scroll in peace. But PLEASE- DON'T REPORT ME. I beg you. On knees. With folded hands. I'm just a mentally unstable author doing mentally unstable author things 😭✋🏼
If you read it after this- YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN SOUL. Now go on. And may Ganga jal be near.
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I was fucking tired.
One month. Not a single fucking day at work. Fifty million vanished like smoke. Do these bastards even know who the fuck I am?
"If I took a whole year off, I'd still own this fucking world." I smirked... then clenched my jaw. Well- Not actually. But without me, these fuckers can't run a single fucking thing. "Useless fucks." I muttered, slamming the gear.
And if that wasn't enough, The fucking Russians. Sneaky, vodka-blooded bastards. Something's brewing- But we don't fucking know what.
I slammed the brakes.
Of my BMW -Royal, black. Just like me. I got down.
Loosened the top two buttons of my black silk kurta. Lit a cigarette. Exhaled the smoke through my nose like fire.
Now comes the only good part of my life.
My wife. My little angel. My sukoon. My fucking everything.
I walked in through the palace gates, guards bowing, chandeliers glittering - and that's when I heard the sound.
Panic. Rushed footsteps.
A maid came running, her hair half tied, dupatta slipping.
