"Right, butternut?" He calls out making me clentch my eyes shut. He knows! He already knows that I am here. But how? Well, there is no time to think about how! I have to keep going as planned. "What? What are you saying? Who is butternut?" That woman drawls out. He releases a sharp breath, maybe because he is vexed? "Get out, now!" He commands her and she immediately stands up from the bed before running out of the room. "Butternut? Will you come out now?" He asks softly as he stands up from the bed with his shoes facing my direction, telling me that he is waiting for me to come out. While his soft tone can deceive any good person, but not me! I know him enough to say that he is absolutely not what he portrays infront of the girls. Naive girls! I crawl out from under the bed and stand infront of him, Devin, or should I say devil incarnate? Because to me and many more girls, that is what he is. He rakes his clouded silver eyes all over my body and I fiddle with my fingers while loo
"Mhm.." I groan out as I feel someone running their palm against my thigh, disturbing my beautiful sleep. Wait, not only thigh but...my bare skin. I can feel it. My mind jerks up making my eyes wide open. And I sit up straight with a jerk. "What happened, butternut? Were you having a nightmare?" Asks my nightmare himself. You happened, idiot! And you are no less than my nightmare! I still manage to smile at him when all my mind is telling me to do is to stomp on his fake face and heart hard enough so that he gets absorbed into the ground..."Umm...yes, actually. It was a nightmare." I tell him. "But I am thankful that I woke up..." I trail off eying his hand on my now bare thigh, caressing his carved name. "...to your loving touch." Strange! 'cause I don't remember taking off my sweatpants before going to sleep last night. I look up at him to find him smirking at me. Oh, so he must have done this! And now, I am just in my purple printed granny panties. Uhh...I never liked those lace t
"Uumphh!" Grunting, I pull my body up until my eyes reach over the sill of the window at the back of the warehouse which is pretty much broken. And when I do, the first thing I see is Devin! He is standing there talking with a few other men about something that maybe important because of their expressions on their faces. But I can't possibly hear anything from here. After trying to find some other ways to eavesdrop their conversation, I give up. Mainly due to the physical pain and pressure I am feeling right now 'cause I am literally hanging onto the broken window, and now my hands seem to be giving up too. Oh, no! What else will I do? I have somehow climbed over the wall but now if I jump from here, it will surely do some damage and also it will cause some unnecessary noise which may be enough to alert the men inside, which I don't want. Either that, or I jump over the window all the way to the inside of the warehouse. And if I do that, I will have to kill them but that is not an op
Sitting on this comfy chair, I stretch out a little bit. Just a little bit, you know. But this lady here is looking at me like I am doing something very unladylike. Well, not that I care what they think of me. I never did. Because this is the way I am! And I love the way I am! Thank goodness that I don't have to live Arabella's life anymore. It was hell of a torture for me. Wearing those sundresses and those heels. Uff! I am better the way I am. 'Cause I am Dhanishta and not Arabella. Wow, that was good! "Umm...mam, can you tell me what all you need to get done other than your hair?" Asks the lady standing behind me and I look at her with disinterest. Well, you see, I am not one to go to the parlours, maybe 'cause I am too lazy but apart from that, I hate bearing unnecessary torture. Like getting eyebrows done, waxing and all. They hurt a lot, and they are no use to be bore anyways. "Wait, let me see." Sighing, I pick up their catalogue and flip the pages. So, here I am in a lavish
Darin's POV Twenty four hours! It has been a whole day since I have heard anything about Dhanishta! The last I have heard is that she has gone on a mission and would be coming back in less than a day, and now it has been a while twenty fours and now no one knows when she will be back. Her father, Mr. Baidwani, is dreading over only one thing and it is that, she has not informed him on the progress of the mission, which could mean...But I know that she is very strong and will definitely make out of it. And I can absolutely understand that him being her father is what makes him worried sick for her. Otherwise, she is capable enough to take care of herself and can beat the shit out of any man who so much as would try to make a move on her. I know, she will come back. Safe and sound! Still, what if...No, I should not think of any what ifs now. I am not a pessimist after all. God! I can't live without her. Please, keep her safe! "Son?" My mom comes into my room and I look at her after
"Uhmm.." I moan as I stretch my stiff limbs while sitting on this uncomfortable chair. I can always go and sit on the comfy couch over there but I am not because well, I have to stay awake for I don't know how long to keep an eye on the ongoing activity on the tab of Devil, which ofcourse you know is Devin! He is on his way to his other base with his men tonight, and I can't let this fine opportunity go at any cost because this one step will make my job a lot easier. So, here I am sitting on this chair while keeping an open eye on the tab which is dispalying his current location. Yes, I have put a tracker on his body earlier today because I knew that he is going to go to his other base tonight, which is his main base. His base is already captured but he does not know yet. He will know of it tonight only when both of his bases will be captured. And I can't wait to see his reaction to all of it. I am sure that he would have never imagined me being an assassin and the one who will get hi
Sprinting up to the main door, I stand at the threshold and call out for my papa who is just leaving for his job and will be coming back late at night. Well, his job is kind of different just like mine will be when I will be of right age. And I am currently in training for the same. "Papa!" "Hn, meri jaan? (Yes, my life?)" He replies turning around to look at me. "Aap kab tak aayenge aaj? (When will you be coming back?)" I ask him and he chuckles lightly. "Roz ki tarah, barah baje se pehle. (Like everyday, before twelve o'clock.)" Oh, relief! So that means, I will be going there again!! Smiling at him, I nod and wave at him. "Okay, bye papa!" "Bye, meri choti si bacchi! (Bye, my little baby!)" "No, papa..." I whine when he calls me that. I am not a little child anymore since I am already sixteen and a month plus. Chuckling, he shakes his head before waving at me and then, leaves. I dash upstairs and into my room, and start pulling out all the outfits that I have in the closet.
"Okay! There you go, man! Thanks." Says the man while handing the baby iguana to Devin after taking a hundred dollars from him. And I still stand there in my place rooted, watching him as he takes the iguana from him. What is his reason to do all this? Is he also into the black market where they buy and sell such exotic breeds illegally? Oh, God! Just then, his eyes fall on me. He passes me a bright smile before waving his free hand and making his way towards where I am sitting, well, standing since I am still shocked from what I have witnessed just now. "Hey, butternut! How do you do?" He asks cheerfully as if he has just not bought an exotic reptile in black. He soon notices my stiff posture and frowns at me. "Dhanishta? Is everything alright?" "No, you tell me! Is everything alright to you?" He squints his eyes at me. "What are you saying? Is there a problem?" He seems genuinely confused. Shaking my head slightly, I jut my chin towards the baby iguana and he follows my gaze. "Wh