đź–¤ Title: The Devil's Gentle Touch
đź“– Chapter 11: The Period Stain
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It was their first month of marriage.
Still learning each other's habits.
Still dancing between comfort and boundaries.
And this morning, Aanya woke up before him.
Then she saw it.
The small but terrifying red stain on the crisp white bedsheet.
Her heart dropped.
Blood.
Period blood.
She panicked.
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Slipping out of bed as quietly as possible, she wrapped the sheet around herself and ran into the bathroom. Her face burned in embarrassment. Hands shaking.
She tried to wash it off in the sink. Scrub the sheet. Hide the evidence.
But the water wasn't turning cold fast enough.
And her mind was spiraling.
What would he think?
Would he be disgusted?
Would he pull away?
He was Dev Raichand.
Mafia king. Brutal. Ruthless. Obsessively neat.
And she'd just… ruined his bed.
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She didn't hear the door creak open behind her.
Didn't know he was awake.
Didn't see him standing there in grey sweatpants, messy hair, confusion in his eyes.
Until his voice cut through her panic:
"Aanya?"
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She froze.
Sheet clutched against her chest. Face flushed. Eyes wide.
He looked down…
Saw the faint blood smear on her thigh.
Then the soaked corner of the bedsheet.
Then her tears.
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She whispered, voice cracking,
"I-I didn't mean to— I'm sorry, Dev, I'll clean it—"
He didn't say a word.
Just walked up to her… slowly.
Took the sheet from her trembling fingers.
Set it aside.
And pulled her into his chest.
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"You're apologizing… for bleeding?"
She nodded into his shirt, humiliated.
He chuckled—low and soft—and kissed her forehead.
"Sweetheart…"
"You think I sleep beside a woman and don't expect her to have a period?"
Her eyes widened.
He gently lifted her chin.
"You think a little blood scares me?"
"I've seen blood pour from bullet wounds and broken skulls."
He smiled softly.
"But only your blood ever makes me worry."
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She melted against him.
And when he saw she was still uncomfortable, he added playfully:
"Also…"
"This means I get to spoil you, right?"
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That afternoon, she was curled up in his hoodie, on the sofa, eating ice cream and watching cartoons—while Dev sat beside her, warming her heat pad and threatening death to any of his guards who laughed.
Because if the world thought periods made a woman weak…
They'd never seen Aanya Raichand with Dev beside her.
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