Dev:

The sudden jerk of the car broke my sleep making me groan in annoyance, "Sir we have reached" I lazily rubbed my face and saw my driver sitting in front, looking back at me through the rare view mirror.

"Hmm" I'm in no mood to exchange words and pleasantaries with anyone. Especially not with my workers.

Somebody opened the car door for me as I took my suit jacket in my hand.

I stepped out and tried to stand on my feet but this damn alcohol in my nerves didn't allow me to stand on my feet, I stumbled back on the seat. The person who opened the car door came forward to help me but I pushed him away "Stay away! I don't need your help!" Useless innocent people.

These people fake their innocence; in reality they are monsters underneath this facade.

I took the support of the car door and stood up on my feet, my lips broke in a small smile.

I don't need anyone's support. I'm enough for myself. I'm my own support.

And with that small smile I went inside the building nearby. Pressing the button, I entered the elevator.

Soon the lift dropped me in front of my house and I stumbled my way through the door. Upon reaching there I searched for the key.

Where is it? I clearly remembered keeping it in my pocket.....but wait--which pocket?

Pant?

Shirt?

Trousers---oops I'm not wearing a trouser. Haha

Ahh!! Remembered!

It's in my jacket.

Roaming my hands on the jacket, I finally found it.

Alcohol is taking a toll on me I guess.....ahh nevermind.

After unlocking the door I entered inside and the door automatically got closed behind me.

Lazily I removed my shoes throwing it somewhere near the shoe rack. Does it look like I care? Ofcourse not!

I have maids. They will arrange it in the morning, after all for what work I'm paying them? To come and gossip in my house? Ofcourse not! I'm paying so that they can clean the mess made by me afterwards. They are meant for that work.

To look after my mess and garbage.

A place where they originally belong.

Loosening the tie around my neck, I threw myself on the soft fluffy couch. Closing my eyes and Relaxing on it.

Chhan chhan...

My lips turned upwards as I heard those sounds.

Chhan chhan...

Soft and gentle just like her, biting my lips I tried to control the spreading smile on my face.

Chhan chhan...

Sighing I opened my eyes and stared at the clock, showing 1' clock. I got up from my place and went towards the kitchen, removing a bottle from the refrigerator I let the cold water stream down my throat to my stomach.

Keeping it back, I moved out of the kitchen and climbed up the stairs.

Climbing up I took left instead of right where my room is, walking towards the end of that corridor I stopped in front of the only door present in the left corridor.

This area is prohibited for everyone.

No one is allowed here except for me.

Turning the key in the key hole I opened the cranky door.

Pitch dark.

That's what I like.

Entering inside I turned the single light on.

The room illuminated in the dim yellowish light. Making everything sparkle a little under it.

The room is big and spacious enough for more than ten people to live in it freely. Out of four walls, two walls are made of glasses facing the moon. I shifted the curtains away, letting the soft light of the moon enter inside.

There is only one window in this room, which is the glass wall, I usually don't open it but today the weather seems nice so why not let the room breathe a little?

I opened the big windows and just as soon as I opened them the wind passed through me ruffling my already messy hair, making it more messy. I sigh feeling the fresh air.

I moved in the middle of the room where the single light hung up on the ceiling.

The room is not empty.

It's filled with my treasure.

My precious art.

Different shapes and sizes of canvas are kept in this room. Some are hung up on the wall and some are kept down on the floor. Some are used while some are untouched.

The floor is decorated in colours.

Red, Black, Grey and White.

The Four colours I use to paint.

Weird right? But I love these colours, I like it that way, passion filled with darkness and numb yet peaceful.

Walking towards undone canvas, I sat on the chair and picked my colour palette which is filled with these colours.

I looked at the undone canvas and a small smirk came resting on my lips. Taking the black colour on my fingers, I started completing the leftover work on that canvas.

I don't use brushes, they don't evoke those feelings. That peaceful and serene feeling of painting, I don't get that from them.

Chhan...chhan...

Just when I was about to complete it, again that sound reached my ears. That maddening melody, reached, it's a curse, a temptation that is clung onto my mind.

Chhan...chhan...

I want to silence them. I want to grasp her ankle, run my fingers over that fragile chain, and still its song. But at the same time, I want  to hear it again and again—until it was the only sound left in my world.

Chhan...chhan..

Giggles

This time soft giggles reached my ears with that chhan chhan sound, how beautifully hypnotising it is. Taking a little amount of black paint in my index finger I started outlining the figure on the canvas.

The anklet sounded near me and just as it passed by me, the strong smell of jasmine hits my nose.

I closed my eyes inhaling the soft fragrance.

Just then I hear those giggles again, making me smile a little. I opened my eyes and looked at the figure who was leisurely standing in front of me but behind the canvas while keeping her hands on the canvas in a folding manner and her head on her folded hands.

Those honey brown eyes adorned in khol were looking at me with so much love, warmth spread in my chest after looking at those love filled eyes. Those fluffy cheeks which puffed due to her smiling were looking cute and edible at the same time, her small nose which was decorated with a small nose ring was looking pretty.

Her soft glossy lips shining under the warm yellow light, looking so juicy.

Atlast her black wavy waist length hairs were flowing in a rhythm with the wind.

I gave her a perfect name to justify the beauty she possesses.

Enchantress

My Enchantress.

"What are you looking at?" She chuckled looking at my face. I took a sharp breath getting mesmerized by her beauty.

"Are you planning to kill me with your beauty?" I whispered in the quite room which echoed silently.

She laughed. Why does her laugh sounds so euphoric to my ears?

"Idiot." She murmured while looking at my dazed face. "By the way, what are you painting this time?" She asked trying to take a peak at my canvas.

I chuckled "Nothing special"

She frowns "Nothing special? You say that everytime!!" I give final touches to the canvas, as I hear her anklets jiggling again as she walks around and comes and stands beside me.

She gasped looking at the canvas "Dev......this......" I see her fingers moving towards the canvas and touching it with softness, as if fearing that a little bit pressure from her fingers might break the canvas into pieces.

I looked at her.

Her eyes wide looking at the painting yet at the same time something soft was present in her eyes, Admiration. Her lips twitched up in a soft smile as she traces her finger on the painting.

"Beautiful...." She whispered while her fingers denied to leave my piece of art.

But who will tell her that the paintings are not beautiful but the person touching is the most beautiful women for me in this whole world!

No amount of actress and models can match the beauty she holds. My heart is captivated by her soul. It lives  in her.

But does that mean my love, tethered to her beauty, will fade too? Will my heart grow cold as the years etch lines upon her face? The thought lingers, tempting doubt, yet the answer is clear. Do I care? No. Because my love isn’t bound to the surface—it thrives in the depth of her soul.

Beauty may wither, but what I feel for her never will.

Agar yeh meri jaan bhi lelena toh mein uff bhi na karu, khushi khushi apni jaan inhe sop du.

(If she takes my life, I won't even utter a word; I would gladly surrender my life to her with happiness)

"How did you make this?" Her question brought me back to the world as I look at her frowning and astonishing face.

"Well it's a secret...." I said in a hush voice while she narrowed her eyes at me. "Dev!!" She pressed my name while saying making me chuckle.

"What? I can't tell you my secret! What if you stole it and started making your own paintings?" I laughed while making fun of her indirectly because I know how horrible her drawing is.

"Haha very funny!" She smiled forcely but then dropped it and turned away looking at the painting in anger. Oops she got angry.

"Arey I was joking" I said while looking at her angry face. She turned more towards her left making a hum sound showing her anger.

"Zoya....." I called her but she didn't turn.

"Zoya.... I'm sorry...." Still she didn't turn.

Lagta hai humne apni jaan ko naraaz kar diya hai

(Seems like I made my love upset)

Sighing, I held her arms and pulled her towards me. Even after sitting on the chair, she is still shorter then me. I pulled her, making her back hit my chest. She stiffned a bit but soon relaxed and tried to wiggle out of my hold.

"Leave me!" She hissed while I kept my hold firm on her and rested my head on her shoulder.

"Sorry na jaana!" Unexpectedly my voice came out soft and slow near her ear which made her shiver a little. "You always make fun of me!" She pouted while making a sad face.

Now I'm feeling guilty.

"Sorry jaan, maaf kardo...." (Forgive me) I said tightening my hold around her. I felt her sighing as she sunggled towards me and relaxed herself.

"I'll forgive you but on one condition!" She said while playing with my finger which were on her waist. "Condition accepted!" She chuckled "Arey  listen the condition first!!"

"Joh bhi Zoya kahegi woh Dev ko manzoor hoga!"

(Whatever Zoya says Dev will agree to it!) I looked at her side ways and saw her cheeks turning red making me chuckle.

"Um...so....tell me why you paint this only everywhere?" She asked stammering a little due to our closeness and shyness looking at the painting around us.

I looked around us and saw the paintings she is talking about. Every painting is same but with different colours and different emotions.

"Um I don't have a specific answer for that!"

She moved away and turned to look at me "Okay but have you taken the permission to do these paintings?" She asked folding her hands against her chest.

"Permission? Why do I need someone's permission to paint MY empty canvas?" I ask raising my eyebrows in a playful manner.

"Oh Mister! There is no problem in painting your empty canvas but you need permission from the person you have drew on these many empty canvas!!" She said pointing at every canvas in the room.

Her expression was neutral yet filled with playful and fake accusation look.

I nervously scratched my eyebrow looking at her "No problem! I'll ask that person now....." Her expression turned questioning.

I smirked and pulled her making her stumbled on my chest, surprised she looked up at me. I moved the strands of her hairs behind her ears which were falling on her face.

Moving my face near her I whispered...

"Do I have your permission, Enchantress?" She shivered feeling my hot breath just above her lips.

I looked at her eyes which were closed due to our closeness. "Open your eyes...Zoya....." She slowly opened her eyes making my breath hitch.

Her pupils dilated as she stared back at my eyes.

Suddenly the room temperature feels too hot.

My one hand is on her waist caressing it lightly while the other hand is stroking her cheeks slowly. Her eyes drops down on my lips and licks her dry lips wet.

I gulped looking at her actions.

I moved my face closer to hers.

Our lips only few inches apart .

Our breath fanning each others lips.

And just when my lips were about to touch hers, she pushed me, making me and the chair stumble a little. I opened my eyes in a jerk and looked at her laughing self.

She was laughing while looking at my shocked face.

"Look....look at your face!!" Her laughter turned more loud as she pointed her fingers at my face.

I glared at her "Zoya!!"

She pulled her tongue out and teased me.

Does she has any idea that her little playful gesture stirred something dark within me? Only if she knew the darkness I behold for her in my heart, will she get scared?

"Oh how easy it is to fool you  Mr.Thakur!" She smirked looking at me while I shook my head dismissing the unholy thoughts.

"You have to pay for the act you just pulled Enchantress!" I smirked ..

"In your dreams!" She flipped her hair and walked around the room.

I bit my lips to control myself from running to her and ruining her innocence.

"Why do you always paint in these dull colours?" She asked tracing the other paintings.

"Why? You don't like them?"

"No no I love them but don't you think some vibrant colours will put life into it?" She asked while dusting a red colour painted canvas.

"No they will not, they will just ruin my darkness" she turned her head towards me and frown upon seeing something in my eyes.

"What?.....what do you mean?" She nervously chuckled, making me smirk .

I walked towards her in slow predatory steps while I could see her legs moving backwards. I stood a few inches away from her and stare down at her round eyes.

"They will ruin my darkness.....Zoya" I said while stroking her cheeks a bit roughly I guess, as she hissed after feeling my touch.

"Dev.....wha-"

"Shh" I kept my finger on her lips making her quite "Don't speak" her frown deepens, as I look at her face deeply, her skin feeling soft against my fingers and the grey paint and black paint in my hands got transferred to her cheeks a little bit.

"Come, I'll show you something!!" I caught her hand and pulled her towards the right side of the room where the huge canvas was hung up on the wall. "Stand here" I made her stand infront of it and walked towards the canvas.

I turned and looked at her "1....2....3!!" On the count of three I pulled the string of the cloth which was covering the huge canvas on the wall.

The cloth dropped and at the same time I heard her loud gasp.

I walked back while looking at the big painting on the wall. I turned and looked at her.

Her eyes wide while her hands were covering her mouth.

"This..." I went and stood beside her.

"Enchanting isn't it?" I asked with a big grin on my face, it is one of my best work of art.

"Dev....this...." Her eyes were stuck in the painting as she fumbled with words. I chuckled

The painting is hers.

She is smiling while looking down in shyness, her hairs flowing in the air her eyes casted down, her lips in a thin smile as she smiles shyly. Her cheeks coated in blush.

The whole canvas was covered with her shyness.

But I get why she is shocked..

It is painted in red and black...

"Did you not like it?" I asked as my smile drops a little.

I look at her as she tries to walk towards the painting while her legs shake a little, her eyes watering while her lips quivering as she stared at the painting...

But why this reaction?

I was expecting her to praise my painting and look at it with loved filled eyes, just like how she did few minutes ago....

"See! Look at yourself in the painting Zoya.....see how beautifully you are looking down in shyness....see how your eyes are casted down while you are blushing at my compliment.....see the beauty you possess..... enchantingly beautiful.....a beauty which no man has right to see but just me!" I traced my finger on the canvas, on her lips.

"This face, this lips.....these are mine! Just mine! Mine to see, mine to touch, mine to kiss!!.......You belong to me!" I turned and looked at her with the malicious look in my eyes. Her shocking eyes looked at me frowning. "W..ha..t..." She mumbled.

"Yes Zoya!!..." I marched towards her and she stepped back but I caught hold of her arms ".....You are mine! This face...." I held her jaw ".....is mine to adore and to touch....this hairs..."  I fisted her hairs around my fist making her hiss "....these are mine to see and smell it's fragrance!....and this lips..." I pinched her lower lips while she struggled pushing me away "....oh god....so fucking kissable they are!" I groan feeling something twitching in me.

I looked at her.

Her face covered in horror as she stared at me, I smiled looking at her expression which gave me immense pleasure.

"De..v....leave.....me..." She tried pushing me away, her words made my smile to drop "what did you say?" I gritted controlling my anger.

"You....are scaring me dev...." Her eyes welled up looking at me. "I'm scaring you?!" I said raising my voice, making her flinch.

I chuckled "look! See! Look at these marks!" I said while pointing my finger above my left eye brow and below the left eye brow on my cheek.

There was one big mark on my left eye brow and two marks just below my left eye which were small almost non noticeable but the one above my left eyebrow was crystal clear and is a stain which is going to stay forever with me.

"Aren't these the marks which were gifted by your brothers to me? Do you remember that?" I asked while shaking her arms. "Tell me Zoya!!" She flinched while shivering.

"I....I..."

"Last time your family separated you from me, I didn't have the power to stop you and was not in a proper state to stop your family but now!.....Now look at me, I'm not the dev which I used to be, now I've changed Zoya! I'm changed for good, I've risen from the ashes of what they did to me !" She looked at me up and down, probably noticing my new attire and ner persona, tears streaming her eyes.

"This time, I hold the power! I am unstoppable, undefeatable! No one—no force, no family—can tear us apart now! Dev and Zoya—our names will not just be spoken, they will be etched into time itself! Our love will not be forgotten—it will be remembered, worshipped! Generations will whisper our story, they will give examples of what we are, of what we’ve conquered!" I grabbed her Shivering hands in mine and looked at her lovingly. ""They will look up at us, Zoya. Because of what we have… is beyond love. It is fate. And fate bows to no one."

"Dev.....y..ou....."

"No Zoya! Now it's just you and me! Just you and me! No one can come in between us anymore! And if anyone dares to separate us...if anyone thinks of separating you from me....they will pay for their sins in a way they can never imagine." My voice is low and firm as I look in her eyes. "Death will be merciful to them but I won't be.....I will break them....shatter them piece by piece until they beg and plead for an end that will never come....."

Her eyes widening in horror.

I smiled looking at her "You don't need to get scared! I won't harm you Zoya.....I love you!" I say caressing her cheeks but she pushes away my hands and walks backwards.

"Love? You are talking about love? There is no more love left in you dev! You are not the dev with whom I fell in love with!" She walked back while wiping her cheeks harshly "You have turned into a monster! This is not love you are showing..." She pointed towards the red canvas painting of hers "...it's madness Dev! It's your obsession!!"

Madness? Obsession?

They are foreign words to me but if my feelings can be said in these two words then.....Yes!

I'm mad for her.

I'm obsessed with her!

She is my possession, she is my obsession, she is the sanity to my madness!

She is everything I have!

And if she goes away then...I will go insane ! I won't be able to live!

She is my sanity!

There is no Dev without Zoya!

"I don't care what you name my feelings, all I want is YOU!" I walked towards her but she kept walking back.

She shook her head "No! You are not the person I fell in love with! I don't belong to you......I will never be yours! NEVER!!!!" anger seethed within me after hearing her words.

"YOU BELONG TO ME!!" my scream made her silence and she stared at me in horror.

"No matter what you say or what you do! You are forever caged with me, here, in my house! You are my only sanity! You are the oxygen which I need to live!" I caught her wrist and pulled her towards me, holding her waist tightly I made her look up at me.

Holding her face with my other hand, I, move closer to her, to kiss her but just as I'm about to touch her lips, she disappears.

She disappeared.

I looked around the room, it's empty, I'm the only one standing inside the room.

Was I hallucinating everything?

Did I just dreamed about her?

I turned to look at the big painting on the wall, the cloth of the painting was lying down, it means all this time I was talking to my self?

I walked towards the painting while ruffling and slightly pulling my hair in frustration. I'm getting crazy.

I looked up at her painting.

Zoya.

My Enchantress.

"Yeh tumne ne kya kar diya Zoya?....itna pagal.... tumhare pyaar mein itna pagal ho gaya hu ki ab khudse he baatein kar raha hu..."  I chuckle caressing the corner of her lips on the big painting while looking at her shyness filled eyes.....

"Bohat jald Zoya.....bohat jald tum meri bahoon mein hogi...mere saath! 5 saal pehle tumhari family ne tumhe mujhse chheen liya tha par ab!....ab koi bhi nhi ayega humare beech...koi bhi nhi!"

"I'm coming for you Zoya..."

There was a malicious and maddening look in his eyes, as he looked at the painting painted by him of Zoya.
Zoya is a name which has imprinted in his heart. A person who has stolen his sanity...
A person for whom his heart beats....

Dev is back.
But this time he is broken....he is empty....he is insane...mad and deep in obsession....he has turned into a devil...cruel and vicious ....and for who?.....only for her....His Zoya.....

His Enchantress, Her Devil.

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