A Devil Love Story

Chapter 10

"Then I'll spend forever in hell with you," Diya replied, a tear of joy rolling down her cheek.

The Singhania Mansion had seen many dark nights, but today was different. It was the first time the grand hall was filled with the scent of fresh lilies instead of cold tension. A week had passed since the showdown at the docks. Diya’s father had recovered and was finally back home, safe and unaware of the true extent of the danger his daughter had faced.

Diya stood in front of the mirror in her room, but it wasn't the room of a prisoner anymore. She was wearing a simple yet elegant red saree, the color of love and new beginnings. She looked at her reflection and saw a woman who was no longer afraid of the shadows.

A soft knock came at the door. Arnav stepped in, no longer wearing his usual armor of a three-piece suit. He wore a white kurta, looking more human than she had ever seen him. His shoulder was still bandaged, but he moved with a grace that was no longer forced.

"Your father is waiting in the garden," Arnav said, his voice soft. "Are you sure about this, Diya? Once we do this, there is no turning back. You will be Mrs. Singhania. My enemies will be your enemies. My past will be your shadow."

Diya walked to him and took his hand. "I’ve already faced the Devil and survived, Arnav. I think I can handle being his wife."

Arnav’s lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. He led her out to the garden, where a small, private ceremony had been arranged. There were no cameras, no business rivals—only the people who mattered. Samuel stood by, looking like a proud older brother, and Diya’s father was seated in the front row, his eyes moist with happiness.

As they exchanged vows, Diya felt the last of the contract’s weight lift from her shoulders. This wasn't a business deal. It was a choice. When Arnav placed the ring on her finger, his hand was steady, his eyes fixed on hers with a devotion that was almost overwhelming.

"I, Arnav Singhania, take you to be mine," he whispered, loud enough only for her to hear. "Not as an investment, but as my heart. I promise to protect you, not because I have to, but because I cannot breathe without you."

Later that night, as the guests left and the mansion fell into a peaceful silence, they sat together on the balcony. The stars were bright, and the moon was a silver crescent in the sky.

"I have something for you," Arnav said, handing her a small envelope.

Diya opened it. It was the original contract they had signed months ago. Across the front, Arnav had written one word in bold, black ink: VOID.

"Our debt is settled, Diya," he said, pulling her close. "But I think I’ll be in your debt for the rest of my life. For showing me that I'm still human."

Diya leaned her head on his shoulder. The 'Devil' had found his angel, and the angel had found her home in the most unexpected place. The contract was over, but their story was just beginning.

The silence in the mansion on the first morning after the wedding wasn't heavy anymore. It was peaceful, filled with the warmth of a new beginning. Diya woke up with the soft sun rays hitting her face, but she wasn't alone. She was in Arnav's suite, in his bed, tangled in his arms. The 'Devil' was sleeping, and for the first time, his face looked serene, without the usual scowl.

She looked at the heavy gold mangalsutra around her neck and the diamond ring on her finger. It wasn't a dream. She was Diya Singhania.

Arnav stirred, his eyes opening slowly. When they landed on her, a soft smile appeared—a rare sight that still made Diya’s heart skip a beat.

"Good morning, Mrs. Singhania," he said, his voice husky from sleep.

"Good morning, Mr. Singhania," Diya replied, her cheeks turning a shade of red.

Arnav pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck. He breathed in her scent, a mix of lilies and something uniquely her. It was a simple gesture, yet it held a devotion that was overwhelming.

"The contract is over, Diya. But you aren't free," he whispered.

Diya flinched slightly. "What do you mean?"

Arnav looked up, his eyes serious yet filled with a hidden softness. "You are bound to me now. Forever. I will never let you go."

He leaned down and kissed her—a slow, deep kiss that was filled with all the promises they hadn’t spoken. This wasn't the kiss of a contractual master; it was the kiss of a husband who was finally learning to love.

Suddenly, the intercom buzzed, breaking the moment. Samuel’s voice came through. "Sir, your presence is requested at the garden. A special breakfast has been prepared."

Arnav groaned, pulling the duvet over their heads. "Tell him to go away."

Diya laughed, a sound that filled the room with life. She pushed him away and stood up. "We can't just hide here all day, Arnav. We have a family to build."

"A family, huh?" Arnav stood up, his gaze intense. "That sounds like a very expensive investment, Mrs. Singhania."

"And the best one you’ve ever made," Diya replied, a playful smirk on her lips.

Later, as they sat in the garden, with Diya’s father and Samuel, they looked like a normal, happy family. But as the day progressed, Diya noticed a change in Arnav. He was receiving urgent calls, and his face was losing its newly found softness.

"Is everything okay?" she asked softly as they walked back to the house.

Arnav stopped and looked at her. "Mehra is in jail. The threat is gone. But in my world, there is always a new shadow. We need to be ready, Diya. Always."

Diya realized then that being Mrs. Singhania didn't just mean getting new jewelry and a husband. It meant stepping into a war that would never truly end. But as she held his hand, she knew she wouldn't change a thing.