Love of Devil and Demon

THE DEMON

Lucas's POV:

“Who is Varun?" I asked her with some unknown fear inside me.

“He is no one other than the bloody son of my sweet father," she replied, which confused me.

Bloody son of her father?... s**t… That means Varun is her brother. Thank God I didn't kill him.

“What is your name? What were you doing there?" she asked me, and I smiled at her and asked,

“You want to win your challenge?" She nodded her head slowly, thinking about something.

“Yeah, but I want to do it on my own," she said, and I confirmed one thing.

“I'm not going to help you. Just one piece of advice, be yourself. Don't change anything because of others," I said, and she smiled at me.

We both came outside the restaurant. She said that her house was nearby and started to walk away from me after waving goodbye. But I couldn't stop myself from following her.

I secretly followed her and confirmed that she safely reached her house. Her house is small, a small two-story house beautifully painted in black and silver. Is Varun also living here?

I walked some distance away and called Varun, not wanting him to know that I just met his sister. He came there within a few minutes. I sat in the passenger seat instead of the back seat in his SUV. He didn't ask me anything, but I wanted to play with him.

“Varun, what is my name?" I asked him with a serious face.

He looked at me for some time and answered in a low voice.

“Mr. Lucas," he said while giving me a side glance.

I just nodded my head, thinking that from tomorrow onwards, I'll start to play with him. I closed my eyes, thinking about how my day turned 180 degrees because of her.

I felt a strange connection toward her. I looked outside the car window and saw a scent shop. Then I remembered her fragrance. She was wearing the same demon fragrance as mine. I got a perfect name for her.

She is my DEMON. THE DEVIL'S DEMON.

Aadhira's POV:

I came inside the house and saw that my friend was asleep on the couch in the living room. Yes, I'm living with my friend, and Varun is living alone on the next street.

I switched off the lights and went inside my room. I freshened up and plopped on the bed, thinking about tonight.

The nice time spent with a stranger. Sorry, a handsome stranger. I remembered the words he told me about tomorrow. I smiled, knowing that he is really a well-wisher.

I slowly drifted into sleep thinking about the new stranger. He is not only my stranger but also my well-wisher, my follower, and my protector. Yes, I saw him following me until I reached home. He is not so good at hiding.

I woke up early morning at 9.00 a.m. for the 10.00 a.m. interview. Yes, 9 a.m. is early morning for me. My friend Miya already went to the office. She also works in the same office where I'm going for the interview. She prepared everything for me – breakfast, my clothes, and even my certificates. She's my real-life savior. I freshened up and finished my breakfast at 9.30 a.m.

I knew I had to get there within half an hour, and with Rome's traffic, that was highly impossible. So, I took my bike outside. It's a Ducati V4, and actually, it's not mine, it belongs to Varun. When he got the job as a bodyguard, he gave it to me.

I reached the office within fifteen minutes, but at first, security wouldn't let me in. I showed him the fake interview order, and he let me inside. I wonder where Munchkin will be working.

When I went to the receptionist, she looked at me for a while, unable to recognize me. I had to act a little.

'Hello ma'am, I'm here for the interview,' I told her, but she was still trying to identify me. s**t, what will happen now?

Then, she took the same file where I put my bio-data the previous night. She handed it to me and asked me to wait on the 49th floor. The only thing I hate is waiting. Still, there were 10 minutes left before the interview was supposed to start.

I called Miya, and she told me to come to the 37th floor where she works. She's an advertising manager. Both Miya and Varun don't know about the stunt I pulled yesterday. They both think I sent my CV yesterday and got the real interview letter.

I went to the 37th floor and saw that Miya was talking to a guy. I walked towards her, and both of them looked at me. Miya is highly professional. She was wearing a black suit with a white skirt, and her long hair was in a high ponytail. She looked beautiful, and that guy was also handsome.

She gritted her teeth and looked at me, not at me, but at my dress. My dress is the reason why both security and the receptionist looked at me like that. I didn't wear what Miya had selected but instead wore my large, grey hoodie and black pencil-fit jeans with my hair in a messy bun.

'i***t, why are you wearing this? You look like you came here for the cleaner post, not the PA post. Why are you like this, i***t? You're going to fail in your challenge,' she started to blabber about my dress.

'What's wrong with my dress? I love myself, Miya. I don't want to change anything for anyone,' I said while hugging her.

'I don't know anything. You have to give your best in this interview. I want you to win in your challenge,' she said while returning my hug.

'Meet Yuvaraj, he's the assistant manager in the human rights department. He'll come and show you the interview hall,' Miya said, introducing me to Yuvaraj.