บททั้งหมดของ DEVIL’s GRIP: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

The air around them thickened with tension as Hema stood frozen, her hand clenched tightly over the fluttering poster. Her eyes blazed with rage and confusion as she stared at Nandini—no longer the hunched, pitiful woman she believed her to be, but a confident, composed figure who now stood straight and unapologetic beneath the glowing streetlamp.“I asked you a question,” Hema said, her voice low and trembling. “Who sent you?”Nandini’s lips curled into a gentle, almost motherly smile. “Does it matter who sent me?” she said softly. “Let’s just say… some angels are still watching over you.”“Don’t give me that,” Hema snapped, the fury in her voice cracking like thunder. “I’m not stupid, Nandini—or whatever your real name is. You’ve been planted here. You walk into my life like some poor woman needing shelter and now you stand there in posters for theatre auditions?”Nandini looked away, regret evident in her eyes. “I didn’t come here to lie to you. I came here to protect you.”“Protec

Inside the sterile white walls of the hospital room, the machines beeped steadily, monitoring the woman who lay unconscious on the bed. Tubes were taped to her arms. Her face, pale and damp with sweat, was slightly turned toward the window. A warm breeze carried the smell of flowers through the open slit.Outside the room, Zayden stood frozen like a statue, his face unreadable—stone-hard except for the desperation in his eyes. His broad frame leaned forward, one hand pressed to the glass window of her room. His other hand was clenched in a fist, the knuckles white. Inside, nurses moved swiftly around her, adjusting drips, checking vitals, whispering to each other.He didn’t move. Not even when the elderly couple burst through the hallway, panicked.“Where is she? Where is my girl?” the old lady cried.“She’s inside,” the doctor answered gently. “We’ve stabilized her for now. The baby is premature but alive.”The old woman clutched the man’s hand, tears springing in her eyes. Then she

The hospital room was filled with the steady hum of machines, soft whispers from nurses in the corridor, and the occasional, tiny cry of a newborn—a sound that made Zayden’s heart stop and swell all at once. It had been just three days since their daughter came into the world, and already she’d taken full control of Zayden’s world, his thoughts, and his every waking second.It was early morning, the sun barely rising, casting a golden glow across the white hospital walls. Hema was dozing on her side, one hand gently resting on the infant crib beside her. Her cheeks were flushed, the signs of fatigue and physical pain evident, yet there was a rare softness about her now—a peaceful vulnerability that melted Zayden’s hardened exterior every time he looked at her.Meanwhile, their daughter lay wriggling, a squirming bundle of pink skin, soft hair, and pure rebellion. She had somehow managed to kick her little socks off and had started crying like she was planning to file a complaint with

Zayden stood by Hema’s side as she slowly made her way down the hospital corridor, holding tightly onto his hand. Every step she took was careful, her body still sore, but determined. She didn’t complain. Her grip on his hand tightened whenever the pain in her abdomen throbbed, but she said nothing—only looked ahead, her face slightly pale but strong.Zayden, ever watchful, didn’t take his eyes off her for even a second.“You don’t have to push yourself,” he said gently, adjusting his arm around her waist.“I’m not pushing,” she whispered. “I just want to feel normal again.”Zayden chuckled softly.They reached the end of the hallway, and Hema paused near the window, looking outside at the golden morning sun spreading across the hospital lawn. She took a breath, soaking in the warmth. But the next moment, her knees buckled slightly.“Hema!” Zayden immediately pulled her close.She didn’t fall. She collapsed forward—right into his chest, her forehead resting just above his heart. Her a

Hema lay curled up beside Zayden, her body still sore from the C-section she had just a week ago. Their baby girl, Ira, was sleeping peacefully next to her in a bassinet . Hema and Zayden had been through so much together, and now, with their little family complete, they felt like the luckiest people in the world.Hema caught him staring and gave him a coy smile. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slowly reached up and unzipping her kurti, exposing one of her full, heavy breasts."Have a taste," she purred seductively, her voice low and inviting. Zayden's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her perfect breast, the nipple already engorged with milk. His cock instantly hardened, straining against his boxers. He swallowed thickly, desire burning in his veins.Zayde arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure, my love?"Hema nodded with a smile,Zayden's eyes darkened with lust. "I'll be gentle. I promise."In one swift movement, he leaned over her, pressing soft kisses along the swel