Engaged to the Devil
first meet-1
Rain poured relentlessly over the empty street.
A flickering streetlight.
A silent road.
And under it—
Clutching her bag.
Annoyed. Wet. Waiting.
Rhea ( Fl bf)
📱
Reached home?
Nyra Devraj (FL)
📱No. Still at the bus stop 😒
Rhea ( Fl bf)
📱At THIS time??
Nyra Devraj (FL)
📱Relax. I’ll get a cab.
Rhea ( Fl bf)
📱Just be careful, okay?
Nyra Devraj (FL)
📱I’m always careful.
A black car slowed down beside her.
Sharp jaw.
Dark eyes.
A face that didn’t ask twice.
Danger… written all over him.
.
You’ve been standing here for a while
Nyra Devraj (FL)
And you’ve been noticing.
That’s worse.
A pause.
Then—
A faint smirk touched his lips.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
I don’t remember asking.
.
I don’t remember offering twice.
There it was.
Control. Authority.
The kind that made people listen.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(steps closer, unbothered)
Then don’t.
Silence stretched between them.
Rain falling harder.
Eyes locked.
Neither backing down.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
I don’t trust men who think they can order me.
.
(low, amused)
Interesting.
He leaned back slightly.
Studying her.
Like she was something new.
And just like that—
He drove away.
No argument.
No second attempt.
Just… gone
Nyra exhaled slowly.
Good.
She didn’t need help.
Didn’t trust strangers.
The rain didn’t stop.
If anything… it got worse.
Nyra Devraj wrapped her arms around herself, shifting under the dim streetlight.
The road felt emptier now.
Quieter.
Too quiet.
Footsteps.
Not hers.
A Woman Appears
A woman walked up and stood near her.
Confident. Calm.
Like she belonged there.
Unlike Nyra.
💌Rhea:
Don’t stay there late.
💌Nyra:
Why?
💌Rhea:
That stop?
Some girls stand there… for men.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(Nyra’s stomach dropped.)
No…
A group of boys approached from the other side.
Loud. Laughing. Watching.
💬 Boys (low voices)
“Who’s she?”
“New?”
“Doesn’t look like it…”
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(took a step back.
Heart racing.)
Wrong place. Wrong time.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(under breath)
This is bad…
Headlights cut through the rain.
A black car.
Smooth. Familiar.
The woman beside her walked straight to the car.
Like she knew exactly who was inside.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(confused)
What…?
The woman leaned down to his window.
They exchanged a few words.
His expression?
Unchanged. Cold. Controlled.
She walked back to Nyra.
Stopped right in front of her.
.
(Calm, almost amused)
Don’t come to this stop tomorrow.
.
(slight smirk)
Go.
He’s for you.
Nyra didn’t think.
Didn’t question.
Didn’t hesitate.
She ran.
Straight to the car.
Opened the door.
Sat inside.
Inside the Car
Silence.
Rain tapping against the windows.
Her breath uneven.
His gaze steady.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(fast, defensive)
Look— I’m not like what you think.
.
(calm)
And what do I think?
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(avoids eye contact)
Just… drop me.
.
(slight pause)
That an order?
She turned her face toward the window.
Still shaken. Still stubborn.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(quiet)
Drive.
.
(soft, amused)
Yes… princess.
Rain blurred the windows.
The city lights streaked past.
Silence… thick and heavy.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(frowns slightly)
Don’t call me that.
.
(glances at her briefly)
What?
.
(calm, almost teasing):
You got into a stranger’s car and that’s your concern?
She turned toward him this time.
Annoyed.
Still shaken… but not weak.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
You offered a ride. Not a nickname.
.
(low voice):
Then give me something else to call you.
A pause.
She hesitated.
Just for a second.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(after a beat)
Nyra.
He didn’t respond immediately.
Just repeated it—slowly.
The way he said it—
Like he was memorizing it.
Or claiming it.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(quickly)
And you are?
A small smirk touched his lips.
But his eyes stayed unreadable.
.
Someone you shouldn’t trust.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
That’s not a name.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
They do when you’re in a stranger’s car.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.
Thinking.
Or deciding.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(after a pause):
You can call me… Nick.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(raises eyebrow):
Nick?
Dominic Russo (ML)
(slight smirk)
Temporary solution.
Something about that felt… intentional.
Like he was giving her just enough truth
to keep her close.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
Fine, Nick.
Dominic Russo (ML)
And you don’t usually take rides from strangers, Nyra?
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(looks out window):
I don’t.
Dominic Russo (ML)
Then why now?
Dominic Russo (ML)
(soft, almost amused):
Smart girls don’t take risks like that.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(quiet, sharp):
Smart girls also don’t get followed by groups of men.
That made him glance at her again.
This time—longer.
Colder.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(low)
Did they touch you?
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(quick)
No.
His jaw tightened slightly.
Just for a second.
Then gone.
She didn’t notice the shift.
Didn’t see the danger in that one word.
But if she had—
She would’ve realized…
The man driving her home
wasn’t just protecting her.
He was already deciding
who deserved to be punished.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(Opening door):
Thanks for the ride… Nick
Dominic Russo (ML)
(low, almost to himself):
Yeah… keep it that way.
cafe-2
Nyra Devraj (FL)
One cappuccino.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(under breath):
You’ve got to be kidding me…
Sitting casually at a corner table.
Black shirt. Calm expression.
Like he belonged everywhere.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(without looking up):
If you keep staring… I might start charging.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(walks closer):
Are you following me?
Dominic Russo (ML)
(finally looks at her):
Good morning to you too.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
Answer the question.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(leans back):
Do I look like someone who follows people?
Nyra Devraj (FL)
You showed up twice.
Dominic Russo (ML)
And both times… you needed help.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(sits opposite him without asking):
This better be coincidence.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(slight smirk):
Do you want it to be?
Waiter:
Your cappuccino, ma’am.
Dominic Russo (ML)
Add it to mine.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
No, I can pay—
Dominic Russo (ML)
(calm, firm):
Sit.
There it was again.
That tone.
Not loud. Not rude.
But impossible to ignore.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(glares):
You’re very bossy for someone I barely know.
Dominic Russo (ML)
Then get to know me.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(leans slightly forward):
Because you came back.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
I didn’t “come back.” I just—
Dominic Russo (ML)
(cuts in, low voice):
Walked into the same place… at the same time?
Silence.
Because now even she wasn’t sure.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
You’re assuming too much.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(soft, dangerous):
I don’t assume.
His gaze held hers.
Too steady.
Too knowing.
Dominic Russo (ML)
I observe.
And that’s when it hit her—
This didn’t feel random.
Didn’t feel normal.
Didn’t feel safe.
But she didn’t get up.
Didn’t leave.
Didn’t walk away.
Because something about him—
Pulled her back.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(watching her):
You always this defensive… or just with me?
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(sips coffee):
Only with strangers who appear twice in 24 hours.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(slight smirk):
Fair.
A pause.
Then—
He said it.
Softly.
Like it slipped out without thought.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(low):
Relax, Nyru.
She froze.
Cup halfway to her lips.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(frowns):
What?
Dominic Russo (ML)
(calm, unaware):
I said relax—
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(cuts in):
No… that.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
It’s not Nyru.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
Correcting, firm):
It’s Nyra.
Silence.
For a second—
Something flickered in his eyes.
Not confusion.
Something else.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(quietly, almost to himself):
Nyra…
Like he was fixing it.
Or pretending to.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(looks at her again):
Right.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(slight suspicion):
Did you forget my name already?
Dominic Russo (ML)
(leans back, calm):
I don’t forget things that matter.
That answer—
Didn’t match the mistake.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
Then why say it wrong?
Dominic Russo (ML)
(after a pause, faint smirk):
Maybe I like it better.
Her breath caught—just slightly.
Nyra Devraj (FL)
(quickly looks away):
You don’t get to change my name.
Dominic Russo (ML)
(low, almost a whisper):
Not yet.
She ignored it.
Tried to brush it off.
Told herself it was nothing.
But what she didn’t know—
That name…
Nyru
Wasn’t a mistake.
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