The Devil's Sweetheart

Upon reaching home, Kyle threw the shopping bags into the closet and tiredly collapsed on the bed. His scent still lingers on her dress; probably it happened when he hugged her in the trial room. She can\'t believe the misogynist initiated the hug this time. Each passing day, her feelings are turning stronger for him. Kyle wished she could open Kurt\'s brain and see if he feels at least something towards her. \'\'Does he like me? Obviously, it\'s a no. One-sided loves are pathetic.\'\' 

Just then, Kyle heard her favorite song, the ringtone she set for her mobile. Her heart hammered into the chest as she looked at the number. She gripped the mobile in her hands tightly, pondering what to speak when she hears his voice. Fanning her face, she lifted the call. \'\'Hell..\'\'

\'\'What took you so long to lift my call?\'\' His barking voice hovered over hers.

\'\'I just arrived home,\'\' Kyle said. There is no word of kindness in his dictionary. He shamelessly used her twice to escape from the same woman and now treating her like a speck of dust. Next time, even if he begs, she decided not to help him.

\'\'I will send a package to your hospital tomorrow,\'\' Kurt said. \'\'Open it secretly.\'\'

\'\'What\'s that\'\' She asked. It would be good if he gives a heads-up to prepare her mind. The bananas and socks are the most unforgettable gifts she ever received.

\'\'Can\'t tell in the call. I will call you tomorrow.\'\' Kurt said. \'\'Go to Sleep. Don\'t talk with that criminal for hours.\'\' His voice stern, void of any emotions.

\'\'Anyway, you will know the conversations. You have a knack for tracking calls of others, isn\'t it?\'\' Kyle said in a mocking voice.

\'\'I_\'\' Kurt was tongue-tied. She brings the topic in every possible way to taunt him. \'\'Good night. I have...\'\'

\'\'Wait, Kurt...Don\'t hang up.\'\' Kyle quickly stopped him. \'\'I am bored. Can you talk for a while?\'\' She knows he disagrees.

\'\'I am too busy to entertain you.\'\' With that, Kurt hung up.

Shortly after the call ended, Kyle\'s mobile buzzed with a message notification. [Kurt: I am telling you again, Kyle. I am going to drag that criminal into prison. You better stop getting attached to him.]

Is he jealous? No way! Kyle snubbed his message with scorn. She has more pressing matters than to think about Landon. For example: How to initiate the conversation with Kurt? Her poor brain hit with an idea instantly. Leena! She quickly finished her dinner and lay down on the bed. Grabbing her mobile from the stand, she texted Leena. [Kyle: What kind of question to ask a friend to prolong the conversation]

To her surprise, Kyle received an instant reply. [Leena: Man or Woman?]

[Kyle: Man]

[Leena: Is it your boyfriend?]

Kyle hesitated for a second, but in the end, she typed a yes.

[Leena: Ask him what\'s the first thing he washes when he shower] 

\'\'What!\'\' Kyle spontaneously closed her eyes at the dirty thought that her poor brain imagined about Kurt. \'\'Oh My God! Leena is very shameless. She speaks the unparliamentary language always.\'\'

[Kyle: Leena, isn\'t it a little personal question to ask?]

[Leena: Then ask him how good he looks naked on the bed?]

[Leena: If you feel that\'s also personal, probably, you can ask how big was his last Poop.]

Kyle: \'\' \'\'

\'\'I will go mad if I chat with her for another five minutes\'\' Kyle threw the mobile onto the bedside table and closed her eyes. Without any mercy, Kurt will put her in prison for talking unparliamentary language. Bad Leena! Does she talk about all these things with Devin? He must have suffered a lot in her hands.

At the other end, laying her head on Devin\'s lap, Leena giggled as she imagined the funny expressions of Kyle. \'\'She must be scared reading those messages, isn\'t it, Devin?\'\'

\'\'Babylicious, are you there?\'\' 

Leena poked his leg when he didnot respond to her comments. \'\'Devin.\'\'

\'\'I..am here..\'\'

Leena could make out he is zoning out entirely. She got up and tugged the sleeping Cutie with a Spiderman blanket. \'\'Is something bothering you?\'\' She asked, her voice laced with concern.

\'\'Nothing.\'\' He smiled, caressing her cheek. \'\'Go to sleep.\'\'

\'\'After you.\'\' She pulled him to the bed, and both lay asleep with Cutie in the middle. When Leena went into a deep sleep, Devin opened his eyes and turned to her side. The moonlight from the sheer curtains cast an eternal glow on her peaceful sleeping face.

Lots of questions swirling in his mind with no answers. His memories related to that Blondie. Leena\'s tattoo. He hasn\'t figured out why he feels a strange pain when he sees her tattoo on the back. He often feels it is trying to convey the darkest moments of life he has led in the past.

And there is Winter\'s connection to Morvena. On top of that, a nameless enemy of him has given a contract to Morvena to wipe out his memories. Until now, he didnot find a single clue about the person as if he is nobody, who hasn\'t existed on earth. All the clues are there in front of him but hidden under a veil. The search is useless until he searches for the veil. The dots cannot be connected looking forward. He can only connect them looking backward.

Above all, he is more concerned about the impending future danger. Why is Enger not making a move yet? The two-faced man has something up his sleeves always. The warning should have triggered his ego, enough to attack him or at least to make his second move. But nothing strange things occurred until now. Life is running smoothly. Or am I missing something minute that I am ignoring? With thoughts running, Devin closed his eyes and drifted to sleep when his eyes felt heavy.

.....

Three days passed in a blink with the same routine life. Leena was a bit early for the office to meet with an important client. Her stomach was almost screaming by the time the meeting ended. Before she got up to leave to have something to fill her stomach, the door was pushed open and entered a poised woman, a glass in her right hand and to the left, a paper bag.

\'\'Good morning.\'\' Leena smiled charmingly.

\'\'Morning, Leena.\'\' Putting the glass on the table, Merl smiled. \'\'A banana smoothie, and your favorite Tofu, Kale sandwich.\'\'

\'\'You don\'t need to,\'\' Leena said.

"I am honored, honestly,\'\' Merl said bashfully. \'\'I am your big fan for a long time.\'\'

\'\'So sweet of you, Thanks again!\'\' Compliments are not new for Leena. Taking a sip of the banana juice, Leena closed her eyes. \'\'But how did you know they are my favorite?\'\' 

\'\'Umm..Nick said...\'\' Merl muttered awkwardly, tracing her fidgeting over her dress. 

Pressing her lips, Leena nodded her head, repressing her smile. Their relationship is progressing way fastly, and smoothly, Leena thought. But she doesn\'t have any objection. Leena has been observing Merl for close to a week, and the girl is quite good and active at her work. A little nervous and timid girl, though, which is ignorable. Leena also did a little background check on her, and the family is living well. What more she needs for Nick?

\'\'Thank you, Merl.\'\' Leena smiled. \'\'You can go and work.\'\' 

\'\'Alright.\'\' Merl excused and made her way out. When she opened her office door, she noticed a tall man sitting on the chair, his back facing her. \'\'Nick? Is that you?\'\'

Nick turned around and smiled. \'\'Yeah, it\'s me. How is everything here?\'\' He softly asked.

\'\'Good. I am adjusting.\'\' She nervously replied, glancing at the floor. \'\'Do you want to discuss anything with me?\'\'

\'\'Nothing.\'\' He got up and slowly approached her. Standing in front of her, he gently stroked her fingers and waited for her to protest. But nothing that he expected has come. She is responding. Is it a sign that she likes me as well? \'\'You look beautiful, Merl.\'\' He wants to take one step at a time before he confesses his feelings for her.

\'\'Thank you.\'\' Merl shyly tucked her hair behind her ears.

How can one be so angelic, and pure at the same time? Her innocence made him forget the brutal world he faced in the past.