The celebration ended in smoke and whispered threats.
Hours later, Meher stood on the balcony of their bedroom, staring at the city lights. Below that glitter was blood, betrayal, and secrets no one dared speak.
Kabir entered, coat off, gun holstered, eyes sharp.
“You played your part well,” he said.
“I did what I had to.”
He approached her slowly, stopping just behind. “You surprised me.”
“Good,” she whispered. “Now it’s your turn.”
He raised a brow. “What do you want?”
She turned, eyes blazing. “My father’s freedom. Full release. No shadows. No threats.”
Kabir chuckled. “You think you’re in a position to make demands?”
“I stood beside you,” she said, stepping closer. “I smiled. I lied. I gave your enemies something to fear.”
He watched her, unreadable. “And what will you give me, Meher, in return for such mercy?”
Her breath caught. The price was unspoken—but clear.
She raised her chin. “Whatever you want… for one month.”
His gaze darkened. “Everything?”
She nodded once, slow. “Everything.”
Silence. Heavy. Deadly.
Then he took her hand, brought it to his lips—but didn’t kiss it. Just held it there, against fire.
“Done,” he whispered. “One month. No limits. No safewords. No escape.”
Meher’s heart thundered.
She had made a deal with the devil.
And now…
She’d have to survive sleeping beside him.
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