Published on:- 18/12/24 [Wednesday]
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Angel: "I should hate you. I should fear you."

Devil: "Then why do you look at me as if I'm your only heaven?"

Angel: "Because you are."

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Sunaina's heart accelerated as she was familiar with this presence behind her.

Without a word, she turned around and, her eyes were widened in shock as she took in the sight of the person standing there.

"Nilay? What the hell is he doing here?", Sunaina thought and the next words of one of the shadow men blew her mind.

"Prince! The situation is under control," the shadowed man said while his eyes were lowered in respect.

Sunaina stood frozen and her mind was racing as she processed what had just happened.

"Prince? What prince?. Wait? My pookie is a prince.... Na, I'm sure there's a confusion. My husband.... My Angel is a prince, but prince of where?", she thought as the realization hit her like a wave and left her speechless and she was unsure of what to do next and how to react in this moment.

Nilay's eyes never left her face which was smeared with blood as he was observing the changes of her expression and the way her tiny eyes widened at the revelation.

"Welcome to my heaven, Princess. Oops, I apologise. It's hell now," Nilay said with a smirk and his voice was smooth and full of an unsettling calm.

Sunaina's head buzzed and Without giving her a chance to respond, Nilay pulled Sunaina closer to his chest and his arm wrapped around her waist as if to shield her from everything around them.

Flashback:- [K&K Corporation, India]

"Vardhaan! Did you check the number?" Nilay asked his manager.

"Yes, Sir. It's the same number that's been trying to buy your paintings," Vardhaan replied quickly.

Nilay's lips curved into a small smile. "Interesting. Find out everything about this person within an hour. I want to know who they are and why they're doing this."

Though Nilay knew it was a trap, he was curious to see who was bold enough to try and trick him.

Vardhaan nodded and started making calls as Nilay turned to look out the window, deep in thought.

Whoever was behind this didn't know what they were dealing with.

Nilay dialed the number and leaned back in his chair as the quiet hum of his office filled the space.

Far away, in the lavish royal study room of Gadh, Rajasthan, the personal phone began to ring.

The room was a masterpiece of grandeur with high ceilings adorned with intricate carvings, antique books lining the shelves, and the warm glow of a golden chandelier casting light over a grand desk.

Behind it sat the King of Gadh, Rajasthan- Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and his commanding presence was unmistakable.

Abhimanyu picked up the call and his authoritative came. "Hello"

Nilay exhaled slowly while gripping the phone tighter. He began and his tone was carrying an urgency that couldn't be ignored. "Elder Brother, I want to ask something ".

The king leaned forward as his expression sharpened. "Ask."

Nilay licked his lips, his voice low but pressing. "Do you know about that?"

Abhimanyu's blank eyes flickered for a moment, the faintest sign of acknowledgment as he hummed in response.

A heavy pause followed before Abhimanyu finally spoke, his tone measured. "The Rathore men know about it."

Nilay's heart skipped a beat, a sudden wave of unease washing over him. He swallowed hard before replying, "Okay... Thank you."

Just as he was about to end the call, Abhimanyu's voice softened, calling out, "Nilay."

"Yes, brother!" Nilay's tone turned respectful as his grip on the phone tightened.

"Protecting our woman is our first priority," Abhimanyu said firmly while his words were carrying the weight of a command and a shared understanding.

"Always," Nilay replied as his words seemed like a promise and vow.

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The next day, Nilay arrived at the meeting spot and stood waiting. The place was quiet, with only the sound of the wind and faint rustling in the distance.

He glanced at his watch as his sharp eyes were scanning the surroundings.

The tension in the air was heavy, but Nilay stood calm and composed while his posture was straight and confident.

"Let's see who shows up," he thought as a faint smirk was playing on his lips as he waited for the person to arrive.

Suddenly, an old man appeared in the distance. His movements were slow but deliberate, and he stopped a few steps away, not coming any closer to Nilay.

Nilay's eyes narrowed as he observed the man as his expression was unreadable.

The old man's silence and cautious stance only added to the mystery.

"Who are you?" Nilay asked in a firm voice, breaking the tense quiet between them.

The old man's voice was low, but his words carried a sharp edge. "You made a mistake. Don't you know about that cruelest human on earth?"

Nilay's eyes darkened as his jaw tightening. "Whom are you talking about?"

The old man gave a bitter laugh as his eyes were filled with something between fear and disdain.

"I'm talking about your wife, The DEVIL Princess." He said slowly, each word deliberate.

The old man's gaze locked with Nilay's, his words cutting through the silence. "Do you know what your wife does for her entertainment?"

Nilay's expression remained unreadable, but a flicker of concern flashed in his eyes.

The old man didn't wait for a response.

"She kills people," he said, his voice low and chilling.

Nilay's heart sank for a moment.

"She loves blood... and the suffering of others.", the old man spoke again and Nilay's mind was racing to process the man's words, but he refused to show any sign of weakness.

"Enough, what kind of rubbish are you talking about my wife? You will speak of her with respect, or I will make you regret it.", He said coldly, stepping forward.

The old man's laugh echoed eerily in the quiet, a crazed sound that sent a chill through the air. "You don't believe me? Then look at these pictures."

Without warning, he threw a bundle of photos at Nilay. They scattered across the ground, and Nilay stood frozen, his eyes locked on the images.

His breath caught in his throat as he bent down to pick them up. Each picture was worse than the last- bloody scenes, suffering faces, and images that felt too real to ignore.

Nilay's hands trembled slightly as he held the pictures, his mind racing. He had to stay in control. He had to stay in control. He had to understand what was happening.

Continue in the next chapter....

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This chapter is incomplete. Bcz of some reason I was unable to complete it. I'll update the next part tomorrow.

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