They say history never forgets. It makes sure to deliver karma, to bring justice to everyone. One day. Some stories don't end. They wait. They bury themselves in silence, in walls, in places, only to return when time decides it is right. This is one such story. It begins with a man surrounded by darkness, living within the cold, guarded walls of an old mansion that has held secrets for decades. A place where silence speaks louder than words, and where the past has never truly left. His world is distant, untouched, and wrapped in a mystery no one has been able to unravel. And then, there is her. A girl from the small village of Varanasi a city of faith, purity, and devotion. Her life is simple, filled with warmth and only goodness. Two different lives. Two completely separate worlds. Yet, as fate begins to weave its unseen threads, the distance between them slowly fades. It's their fate. What follows is not just a meeting of two people, but the awakening of a past that was long buried. The mansion, once silent, begins to stir again, as if remembering something it was never meant to forget. Because this is not the first time a story like this has begun. It had already begun years ago. And perhaps, this time, history has returned not just to remind, but to complete what was once left unfinished. She was his. She was the Devil's Soulmate.

[ U P D A T E W H E N I W A N T T O ] whenever I am in a mood I write , I update. No specific schedule This is a short story was before lustscriprt now known as THE UNCHOSEN , is written with mature, erotic, and emotionally intense themes. This story is a standalone - dipped in forbidden desires, flawed characters, and unapologetic intimacy. I will not be consistent with update - I'm writing this to release personal, unfiltered fantasies that don't fit into my other books. If you're uncomfortable with mature themes, please don't report - just leave the book quietly.

Do check out more descriptive original description as for word count i had to cancel out few things. Slowburn Smut romance saga #1 Vaani Sharma x Raghav Bansal Who said pehla pyaar-the mohalla waala bhaiya, the brother's best friend, the boy next door-was just a crush? Just infatuation? Says who? My parents? The same ones who, after ten years, forced me to marry him- The university topper. The all-rounder. The playboy with the sanskaari smile. Mamma ka laadla. The walking sin every woman secretly imagined in her filthiest fantasies. The mohalla ka kukkad kamal da- Raghav Bansal. Every girl skipped her TV serials to watch him flex his gym-built body, to see him ironing his sister's kurti, or making tea for his mother. Every aunty wanted him as their damaad, every daughter wanted him as their husband. And he-he only smiled, all innocence, all charm. Bansal ji ka beta. And now-he's mine. Raghav Bansal. My husband. My sin. My undoing. His hands clutch my waist, pulling me back onto him. My red saree lies somewhere forgotten, blouse half-open, choodiyan and anklets singing in rhythm with every thrust. The mangalsutra sways wildly between my breasts, branding me his in the most carnal way possible. His veined hand slides down my skin, leaving fire in its path before pressing that one spot that makes me cry out his name. My body arches, his moans drown in my hair, and the night becomes ours-louder, hotter, messier than the world outside could ever imagine. This isn't infatuation. This isn't just attraction. This is the beginning of our endless sin. Tropes Math waale bhaiya x biology waali didi Badboy x good girl Forced proximity One sided love ? She fell first, he fell harder She thought he didn't see her how she saw him but he saw secretly and yearning to be seen like that forever. Secret crush Divorcee x virgin Desi Romcom Erotic, smut Neighbour/mohalle wala romance Happy ending. #1 in mumbai #5 in delhi