Like my Ex-husband's

Devansh gently lifted Anesha's chin with two fingers, tilting her face toward him.

In a deep, alluring voice, he leaned closer and asked, "Darling, have you been drinking?"

"I didn't drink willingly; someone made me," Anesha replied softly, her delicate voice laced with intoxication. "But it's fun."

She was still lost in the haze of inebriation.

Her slender finger reached up to touch Devansh's mask as she let out a burst of laughter, pure and innocent like that of a child.

Leaning her face against Devansh's chest, her laughter echoed with a charm that seemed almost ethereal, as though a celestial nymph had descended to earth.

Her dimples deepened, adding a mesmerizing allure to her already radiant beauty.

Devansh's grip on her slender waist tightened subtly, his deep, intense gaze fixed on her laughing face. He didn't speak, choosing instead to admire her in silence.

The onlookers stood frozen, watching the scene unfold with bated breath.

Though Devansh and Anesha's words were spoken too softly to be overheard, every subtle movement between them sent ripples through the crowd.

The world knew the infamous Devansh Kapoor—a man feared by all. His ruthlessness was legendary, as were the dark tales of his cruelty toward any woman who dared approach him.

Yet, his protective hand on Anesha's waist sent shockwaves through both the Kapoor and Singhania families.

Devansh's grandmother's eyes darkened with fury, her frail hands gripping her cane tightly.

Her sharp gaze fell on Sumit, the head of Devansh's personal security. Noticing her anger, he met her eyes with a smirk, silently conveying his loyalty to his master.

It was clear to her now—this girl, Anesha, was no ordinary acquaintance to her grandson.

Swallowing her rage, the matriarch kept her expression cold and unreadable.

Meanwhile, Anesha pulled away slightly, her delicate fingers brushing against Devansh's mask once more. Her voice, sweet yet slurred, broke the silence.

"You know," she said softly, "this mask… it's just like my ex-husband's. He always wore one. Even in our bedroom, he never took it off. Two years of marriage, and I never saw his face."

A quiet smile played on Devansh's lips, hidden beneath his mask.

Leaning close to her ear, he whispered in a voice that sent shivers down her spine, "It's not just the mask, darling. I am your ex, your future, and your only husband."

Anesha's eyes narrowed at his words, a mixture of confusion and defiance flashing across her face.

She pulled back, glaring at him with the fiery determination of an angry kitten.

Devansh let out a low chuckle at her expression. Then, without warning, he leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against the corner of hers.

It wasn't a kiss in the conventional sense—just the faintest touch—but it left Anesha stunned.

Her wide eyes darted to him as she covered her mouth with her hands, glaring at him like an indignant kitten.

"You!" she hissed, her voice filled with innocent outrage. "How dare you kiss me? My ex-husband said I can't go near another man! What if he finds out? He's so short-tempered—it takes forever to calm him down! What am I supposed to do now?"

Devansh's smile deepened, amusement flickering in his piercing eyes.

Shifting his gaze to the crowd, he let his cold, warning glare sweep over them.

The bystanders immediately averted their eyes, unwilling to face the wrath of Devansh Kapoor.

His gaze then fell on his grandmother, who met his eyes with icy disdain. But he quickly moved on, his attention drawn to Vaibhav Singhania, who had been staring at Anesha.

Vaibhav's lingering gaze rested on the exposed curve of Anesha's waist, visible beneath her cropped top.

Devansh's jaw tightened, his hand brushing against his neck as the veins stood out prominently, a sign of his simmering rage.

Without a word, he helped Anesha into a chair, carefully wrapping his blazer around her.

"Sleep now," he murmured, his voice gentle as he placed earphones in her ears.

He played her favorite song, Gosalina, and smiled as she drifted off, her features softening with peace.

Once she was asleep, Devansh turned, his demeanor shifting instantly.

As he approached Vaibhav, a suffocating tension filled the air. The crowd held its breath, sensing the storm brewing.

Leaning close to Vaibhav's ear, Devansh's voice was a chilling whisper.

"Your eyes," he said coldly, "are defective."

Vaibhav stammered, "N-no, my eyes are fine!"

Before he could say more, Devansh grabbed him by the hair with brutal force.

Two forks glinted in Devansh's hand as he swiftly drove them into Vaibhav's eyes, silencing his protests with a scream of agony.

Blood streamed down Vaibhav's face, his cries echoing through the grand hall.

Meanwhile, Anesha's friends searched frantically outside the club.

One of them, Ankit, approached a man smoking a cigarette on the roadside.

"Excuse me," Ankit said urgently. "Have you seen a girl come out of the club? Black jeans, maroon top, white sneakers…"

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What will happen next?

To know…

To be continued…