" Bound by Blood , Burned by Love "
*The First Glance that Changed Everything*
(“She didn’t even know the devil had seen her soul.”)
[[ The Crimson Room, 11:47 PM ]]
[The lights were low. Jazz hummed from the restaurant’s grand piano, but Abhimanyu Raichand heard none of it.]
[ He sat at the head of a dark velvet booth, surrounded by guards in tailored black. His fingers, adorned with a single platinum ring, tapped slowly against a crystal glass of whiskey—untouched.]
[ Across from him sat the dealer. Nervous. Sweating. Running his mouth with promises abhi didn’t care for.]
[ Abhi's face was unreadable. Still. His power didn't come from rage—it came from his silence. ]
[ A discreet lean from his right.]
abhi's men
(Whispering) : “Sir, three agents. Undercover. Their backup’s two blocks out.”
[Abhi didn’t even blink.]
[ He simply stood, adjusted the cuff of his charcoal shirt, and disappeared into the restaurant’s rear exit like smoke. No words. No panic.]
[[ The Empty Road Behind the Restaurant ]]
[His car waited. Sleek, black, humming quietly like a predator in the dark.]
[Abhi reached the car… but paused.]
[A girl, walking alone in the dim streetlight.]
[ Her long hair moved with the wind. Her heels clicked softly. Her dress—floral, thin, delicate—clung to her like it didn’t want to let go. She held herself as if she were made of glass, about to shatter at the slightest touch.]
[Ram's eyes locked on her. Something inside him stilled.]
[And then—a beggar child approached her.]
[The child looked up, scared and shivering. Her tiny hands clutched at her thin rags, unsure if she should beg.]
[ She slowly knelt down.]
[She held out her hand gently. The child hesitated—then smiled.]
[And suddenly, the little girl was in her arms, laughing.]
[Ram’s grip on the door handle froze.]
[Then She —without a second thought—removed her expensive jacket, the only layer protecting her from the cold night, and wrapped it around the girl.]
[ Her bare arms were exposed now. The silk of her dress shivered in the breeze. But she smiled.]
[ A genuine, soft, unbothered smile.]
[ The child’s mother called her from the corner.]
[ The girl ran—but not before pressing a kiss on Devi’s cheek and tugging her down with her tiny hand.]
[ Devi stayed crouched there, watching as the child disappeared into the night.]
[ Just stayed there—bare-skinned, breathless, and lost in the afterglow of kindness.]
[ And from across the road, Abhimanyu Raichand watched her like she was a ghost from a world he didn’t belong to.]
Abhi ( ml )
"What kind of creature gives warmth and takes the cold like it’s nothing?" (he thought.)
He didn't believe in angels.
But that night, the devil stared at one.
And couldn't look away.
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