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Shadwal POV :
Seeing her in that form, I was both shocked and mesmerized. I mean, when a woman takes revenge, even the devil takes a step back.

Women in this form appear rarely, but when they do, it's the most terrifying and powerful version you’ll ever witness.

“Hey, where are you lost?” she snapped me out of my thoughts by nudging my shoulder with hers.

“I’m right here. You tell me, do you want ice cream?” I asked her, because she truly deserved it after doing so much work.

She nodded like an excited child and stood up, stumbling a little in the process. I grabbed her waist while still sitting on the sofa.

She was wearing a saree, which made my hands land on her bare waist. She wasn't slim, but neither fat—she was just perfect. Sensing my warm hands on her skin, her lips parted and her breathing grew heavier.

I moved my thumb sensually across her waist, eager to see her pure, pleasurable reaction.

Her lips parted further and she held my wrist, trying to balance herself on her feet, but she didn’t stop my movements. I took that as permission to go further.

I dipped my thumb into her deep navel, moving it slowly and sensually inside, giving her pleasure.

She moaned, “Ahhh…” I smirked at her response and leaned closer to her waist, my breath fanning over her skin.

“How are you feeling, Ace?” I asked in a husky, seductive voice, making her breath hitch as she bit her lower lip.

She didn’t answer, so I kissed her stomach. She moaned again, and I continued, planting wet kisses all over her stomach. Her breathing is so fast, her chest is moving up and down.

When I noticed she couldn’t stand anymore, I laid her down on the sofa—her legs parted, resting on both sides of me. Her upper body lay on the sofa, while her lower half remained on my lap.

I resumed kissing her, my hand running slowly and sensually down her legs.

She stuttered and arched her back. I moved towards her navel, removed my thumb, and gave her a long, wet smooch right there before moving up to her face.

She looked like a pure seductress beneath me, and just seeing her like that sent waves of possessiveness and protectiveness through me.

“You’re mine, Ace. Only mine,” I said firmly and obsessively, hugging her tightly. She kissed my hair and replied, “Only yours, just like you’re mine.” She never forgets to remind me of her possession over me.

I know my love isn’t the purest form, but I’m not pure either—so how can my love be? Yet it isn’t as dark as the devil, even if it’s not divine like a god’s. My love is just my kind of love—one that no one else can ever understand.

“You promised me ice cream, and you started this!” her complaining voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked at her face, where a cute little pout had formed.

I pecked that pout and said, “Yeah, I’m sorry. Let’s go.” I stood up and helped her get up too.

She also stood, trying to adjust her saree, but couldn’t manage. Irritated, she spoke in her angry-annoying tone, “Because of you, my saree is all messed up. Now fix it properly, or else you’re sleeping on the sofa tonight—and we are going for ice cream!” Her threat made me spring into action.

After making her look presentable again, we headed to the market for ice cream and some other things. She held my hand tightly as we made our way through the crowd.

“Shaduu, hold my hand tightly. I don’t want to get lost in the crowd,” she said. I instinctively tightened my grip, but one word—more precisely, one nickname—caught my attention.

“You gave me a new nickname, huh?” I asked curiously, bending down to her level.

She ignored my question and said, “I can smell pyaaj pakoda and jhal muri!” she exclaimed excitedly, clearly hinting that she wanted to eat rather than talk.

So, like a good husband, I followed my Mrs.' request and walked toward the roadside vendor. She tugged on my hand again, and I bent down to hear her.

“Tell him to make the jhal muri extra spicy,” she whispered. I nodded with a serious face like I was closing an important business deal.

I gave the same instruction to the uncle at the stall. While we waited for our order—he said it’d take fifteen minutes—we enjoyed the onion fritters.

“Shaduu, you should try this—it’s really yummy with green chutney!” she said with her mouth full.

I sighed at her cute behavior, trying to stop myself from smiling too wide in a public place. “You should feed me, Ace,” I said, bending toward her.

She chuckled. “Buddhu, if I could, I would’ve fed you long ago! How would I even know where your mouth is? What if I accidentally feed your nose instead?” she teased, making fun of her own blindness.

But I didn’t like it one bit. I gently held the wrist that was about to feed her next bite.

“Don’t make fun of yourself, Ace… or else you’ll be punished thoroughly,” I warned, then took the bite from her hand myself.

In the process, I kissed her fingertips, making her blush and turn shy.

“And if you do feed my nose by mistake, then I’ll just eat from my nose only,” I added.

She laughed out loud and said, “Buddhu ho aap!”

A small, invisible smile appeared on my face, just seeing her like that.

"Sir here is your jhal Muri" I take the plate of jhal Muri and start feeding her in between she held my wrist and turned towards me indicating me to eat.

After one bite i understand that this is really a jhal (spicy).

(What do you mean author ka favourite hai...well if you don't know what Jhal Muri is then you are missing the most tasty snack ever)

Idaaya POV :

"Haha, you can't handle a little spicyness, how will you handle me, shaduu?" At first, my tone was teasing, but later I spoke in a flirty way.

He started coughing upon hearing me, maybe choking on the water he was drinking after tasting jhal Muri.

"I can very well handle your spicyness, Ace. You tell me, can you handle mine?" he flirted back after composing himself.

My cheeks grew warm as I struggled to gulp the food upon hearing him. "Shameless praani," I said, trying to walk away, but he held my forearm, stopping me.

"Shameless praani ki shameless biwi mera haath pakad kar chalo." Without any effort, he lifted me and walked.

"Why did you lift me? We are in the market, mister. Show a little shame," I murmured while nuzzling my face more into his chest.

"We have to cross the road, and I don't want you to get hurt." My heart fluttered after hearing his reply.

He never lets a chance slip by to give me reasons to fall in love with him more. How can someone resist falling for him?

"আমি তোমাকে ভালোবাসি" (I love you). I don’t know what happened to him after hearing me; he let me stand on the ground steadily and slowly.

"What's the meaning of this?" He slipped his warm hands into mine and asked. It gave me butterflies in my stomach.

"You don't know Bengali?" I asked him, to which he just tsked and said, "No." I nodded in acknowledgment.

"Almost everyone knows this, even if they don't know Bengali," I said, genuinely surprised that he didn’t know.

"Maybe, but I don't. You tell me, then I will also know," his voice was curious and pleading. I smiled at him and ignored his words.

"Leave that, get me ice cream. After that, let's go home," I said while swinging the hand with which he was holding mine.

He said okay, and we went to buy ice cream. After that, we went home—our home, sweet home.

"Come, I will change your clothes, then we can sleep," Shaduu said, holding my palm in his and taking me toward the closet.

I just walked with him like a toddler following their parents.
"Umm, which shirt do you want to wear today, Ace?" he asked, leaving my hand and rummaging through his clothes.

I pretended to think, placing my fingers on my lips, and after a few seconds, I said, "White," which I wear every day.

He chuckled at my response and gently stripped me from my current clothes, putting his shirt on me. All the while, I stood still, not distracting him at all.

But one thought kept running through my mind—is he not finding me appealing? I mean, he never misses a chance to dress me or help me in the shower, but he never goes further than kissing.

My thoughts were abruptly cut off when he lifted me and sat me on his lap.

"Ace baccha, why are you crying?" he asked while wiping my tears. I didn’t even realize I was crying until now.

I shook my head and muttered, "Nothing," trying to get up from his lap, but he stopped me, gripping my thighs tightly.

"Tell me. And don’t move," he said again, this time in a stern voice.
I couldn’t get away—he rarely uses this tone with me, but when he does, I have to reply. So I just asked,

"Are you not finding me beautiful enough to take the next step in our relationship? Because... you never do anything."
He never initiates. The last time he pleasured me, it was only because I approached him first.

He cupped my face in his hands and gently brushed my cheeks with his thumbs.

"You are my goddess, my wife—how can I not find you beautiful?" he said, then kissed my forehead softly.

"Never think you aren't beautiful. You aren’t just beautiful, you’re ethereal. I can't explain your beauty in words, but I just know this..."
He placed my hands on his chest.
"This beats only for you. I didn’t know this heart had any purpose beyond pumping blood and keeping me alive. When you came into my life, I became human—from monster to man—but only for you."

His breath fanned against my lips, sending shivers through my whole body.
I inched closer and kissed him softly. He didn’t resist—he let me dominate the kiss. After a few minutes, we stopped.

"I’m sorry. I thought... you don’t want me," I said honestly.

"Never say sorry to me. And I want to clear something in your overthinking mind:
I’m not taking the next step in our life because I want to create beautiful memories with you first. Because if I taste you once... then we’ll never stop, and we won’t get to explore the places we dream of going together."

I laughed at his last sentence, a soft blush on my cheeks.

"And you said I don’t want you? Then feel this..."
Saying that, he jerked me closer, and my core touched his hard-on. I gasped at the sensation, and he gave me a peck, amused by my reaction.

"Now you know how much I control myself. Just because I haven’t made love to you doesn’t mean I can’t give you pleasure in other ways."
Saying this, he grinned and gently moved me against his hardness.

I moaned, overwhelmed by the pleasure he gave me. At first he is going slow but soon take a pace.

"Ahh...shadwahhh" I can't form a word, he is also breathing fast Soon i cummed.

"You are my dirty girl only mine" he said while cleaning me down their.

"You didn't cum" i said sleepily, he just kissed me and said he is coming after taking shower.

Hearing him, I understood and didn’t ask much.

After some time, when I was asleep, he came and gently lifted my head, placing his hand underneath it. Then, cuddling me close, he lay down beside me.

I instinctively nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck.

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Author POV :

At a deserted place, a woman stood in black leather jeans and a matching jacket. Her face was hidden behind a mask and a cap.

"Suri, listen! We don’t have time—we need to act now, or our plan will fail," she said urgently, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

"I know," the man named Suri replied in a tense voice, "but it’s dangerous. If we move now, they might discover our identity."

"I don’t care!" she snapped. "You told me yourself that Shadow doesn’t know about this. If someone close to him betrays him, we won’t be able to save him." Her desperation to protect Shadow was clear—but why did she care so much?

"You’re so damn stubborn," Suri muttered under his breath, then turned and vanished into the darkness.

The woman didn’t get a reply, but she knew he would help. With a determined breath, she also walked away into the dark, whispering to herself,
"I will save Shadow at any cost."

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