'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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My eyes lingered on the mirror, and the kohl in my eyes still slightly smudged from my fingers, brushing past in distraction.
The room was filled with sunlight, golden rays spilling in through the window, and dancing on the floor. I was ready—hair tied loosely, with light makeup, a pale blue crop top hugging my body, paired with high-waisted jeans.
Yet… my heart? That wasn’t ready.
Not because we were going to a doctor.
But because of him.
Anirudh.
He sat silently on the edge of the sofa, elbows resting on his knees, head tilted slightly down.
His eyes were fixed on his shoes—but not really looking at them. No, it was like… he was searching for something that wasn't even there.
Lost.
So, so lost.
“Yeh aise kyun hai?” I wondered softly. (Why is he like this today?)
Is it the doctor? Or... is it because I'm going with him?
I wasn’t sure. But I was sure of one thing—hum unhe aise nahi dekh sakti. (I can't see him like this.)
Fixing the strap of my watch, I took a deep breath and walked toward him slowly.
My bare feet padded softly on the floor, and my anklet chimed quietly, but he didn't even notice.
My presence didn’t register in his clouded mind.
He didn’t know I was standing there until I gently stepped between his parted legs.
His breath hitched.
And before he could react, I softly placed my palm on his cheek. His rough stubble tickled my skin, and for a second—just a second—he jolted like someone pulled him out of a deep ocean of thoughts.
He looked up.
And oh… his brown eyes met mine—sunlight pouring into them like honey melted on fire. My Rudh.
There was tension in his jaw, unspoken chaos behind those lashes.
His throat bobbed as he murmured in a cracked voice, “Kya hua, little angel?”
(What happened, little angel?)
I didn’t smile.
I glared. Softly, but surely. My fingers gently caressed his face as I whispered, “Itna kyun sochte hai aap, Rudh?” (Why do you think so much, Rudh?) “Hum bas doctor ke paas jaa rahe hai.” (We're just going to the doctor.)
He let out a dry laugh—empty. Hollow. “Hum… kuch soch bhi nahi raha,” he said, lying poorly. (I… I’m not even thinking.)
