The Wedding Gift

•~Prologue:-2~•

Hey there, Angel.

You don’t know who I am, but I come into people’s lives like a creature of the ominous night.

I’m the tall, charming stranger you might meet one day.

The one dressed in an expensive  satin Armani suit. The one whose grey- bluish eyes will twinkle at you. Whose mouth will laugh with you.

My smiles will put you at ease.
You’ll relax around me because of my nature.

I don’t have to do anything with you but be myself.

My nature will call to you.

Your eyes will soften, and you’ll laugh with me.

You’ll drop your guard. You might think I’m one of the good men—that you scored a jackpot today.

I see you every day, but you don’t see me.

Not because you don’t want to, but because I haven’t made myself visible to you.

I’m in the shadows lurking, watching you and your husband, Yuvraaj. The same husband that messes around with other women behind your back.

Of course, you don’t know that because you’re too trusting.

You flash a sweet smile to your husband, but the gleam doesn’t reach your eyes.

He’s already texting on his phone, to one of his mistresses, but you don’t know that.

You miss someone making you laugh, someone noticing your heart’s little desires,

Someone who is attentive.

Because see, Angel I’m a predator with a charm.

I’m not the silent predator whose intentions you can sense.

I’m the kind you’ll never see coming.

Manipulation is my second name.

You’ll crave me.

You’ll fall in love with me.

It’s hard not to fall in love with a man whose eyes always soften, who always smiles only at you.

And who always pays attention to you. I’ll smile to your face, but my mind is already plotting my next move.
This isn’t love.

It’s something you’ll never understand.

It’s an obsession. A devotion.

A woman once called me the grey eyed Devil.

Devil: ruler of Hell, foe of God, atrociously wicked and evil.

I’ll be waiting for you, Shreya

Shreya. Shrey. The first woman

Yuvraaj  The first man.

And then there’s me…

The serpent lurking in the Garden of Eden.

Shreya always falls prey to the darkest craving.

I’m the villain of every love story.

Emir Singh Aryavarth has returned.

And you, my angel—you will be my wife.

Tum meri nahi ho par me tumhe apna banake rahunga bahut jald, janaa.