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.