𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

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"I… I thin–think I–I'm pregnant."

…

I was mid-sip of my whiskey.

The burn of alcohol in my throat turned into the burn of WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST HEAR.

I choked so hard I nearly saw my atma (soul) leaving my body in slow motion.

Pregnant???
PREGNANT???

I slammed my glass on the table.
"TUM KYA?? AARAV ROY CHOUDHURY??"

(You WHAT?? Aarav Roy Choudhury??)

Wait… wait… hold the fucking phone.
My little brother — the one who once cried because a mosquito bit him — is telling me… HE is pregnant?

HE??
PREGNANT??

Somebody call NASA because clearly physics, biology, and every damn law of nature just packed up and left.

Even Devansh, that useless idiot, was staring at him like Aarav just announced he’s the new Miss Universe.

Then Dev gets up, smirks, and mumbles,
"Bhai… tune kabhi bataya nahi ki tu thoda bhen hai?"

(Bro… you never told me you’re a little bit… sister?)

I just kept glaring at him.
This idiot can’t be serious even if his life depended on it.

I growled,
"Chup kar bey bhen ka la–"
(Shut up you sis–)

"Rudh??? Behave!!"

…

One glare from her.
ONE.
And I swear my whole mafia reputation dissolved into thin air like a cheap cigarette puff.

My little angel.
My jaan.
My absolute kryptonite.
Of course no bad words when she is here.

I cleared my throat, straightened my back like a schoolboy in front of the principal, and muttered,
"Ji… jaan."
(Yes… my love.)

And then that bastard Devansh — whose only purpose in life is to ruin mine — starts clapping dramatically, choking on his laughter.

"Wahhh wahhh bhabhi saa… tusi great ho!"
(Wow wow, sister-in-law… you’re amazing!)

I swear to god if murder wasn’t illegal
There’d be one less Devansh in the world tonight.

Wait?
Murder and illegal???
FOR ME? ANIRUDH ROY CHOUDHURY?
WHAT A FUCKING JOKE!

Still... I can't kill him.

If someone ever asks me "Rudh, what’s the worst decision your wife has ever made?", I’m gonna point them straight to tonight.

Because apparently, my little angel woke up this morning and thought,
"Hmm… you know what would make my mafia husband’s life better? A fucking night party at OUR house."