The Devil's Transgender Bride!! She will be mine!!

Moscow winters had nothing on Indian heat...

It clung to the skin, made men restless, reckless.

I had come here for business debt collection, land disputes, the usual dirt my family empire thrived on...

But the boredom of it all had been gnawing at me...

Until today...

The car door stood ajar, my cigarette burning low between my fingers as I leaned back in the seat...

My gaze was lazy until it wasn’t...

She appeared like sunlight caught in amber...

Her eyes large, silver-grey, unguarded looked straight into the old woman’s face with compassion...

No calculation, no greed. Pure.

And her face… delicate, almost carved, like something you’d want to ruin just to see if it would still shine after...

Mikheil Ivanov /ML

("Will do it to see if she shines...")

Mikheil Ivanov /ML

**His lips curved** "An angel dropped in mud..."

Mikheil Ivanov /ML

**He leaned forward, signaling Igor** “Who is she?”

Igor Petrov/ RHM

**His cold eyes flicked to the girl** “A College student, boss. Baani Sharma. Lives outside the city...”

Mikheil Ivanov /ML

“Sharma…” **He tasted the name, bitter-sweet**

Mikheil Ivanov /ML

“She doesn’t belong here...”

The old woman touched her arm, blessing her, and the girl’s laughter spilled into the air...

I felt something stir in my chest, foreign and unwanted...

But desire was never patient...

It devoured...

And I had already decided... She would be mine!!

Baani's POV :-

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The old woman waved me goodbye as I helped her to the lane’s end...

Baani Sharma / FL

“Aapka ghar kahan hai, Mataji?” [“Where is your house, Grandma?”]

Old Lady

“Bas yahin… tu ja, beti. Raat ho jaayegi.” [“That's it… you go, daughter. It will be night.”]

I nodded, clutching my dupatta close as the evening wind picked up...

A strange prickle ran down my spine...

Like someone was watching...

I turned once nothing, just a parked car in the distance, windows reflecting the sinking sun...

Still, I walked faster, my heartbeat skipping....

Baani Sharma / FL

“Pagal ho gayi hai tu, Baani..." [“You have gone crazy, Bani…”]a **She whispered to herself**

Baani Sharma / FL

“Har waqt darrti rehti hai…” [“keeps getting scared all the time…”]

But the feeling didn’t leave me...

She looked back. Just once...

Her gaze didn’t meet mine, but I felt the pulse of it anyway...

Fragile. Unaware.

I took a slow drag of my cigarette, exhaling smoke into the humid air...

Igor Petrov/ RHM

“Boss...” **He murmured**

Igor Petrov/ RHM

“Shall we leave?”

Mikheil Ivanov /ML

“No!!" **His voice was a low growl, certain**

Mikheil Ivanov /ML

“We follow her..."

My green eyes never left her retreating figure...

She belonged to the streets still...

To her books, her silly friends, her innocence...

But she didn’t know yet...

Her fate had already shifted the moment I saw her...

Mikheil Ivanov /ML

"She will be mine..."

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