Completely unaware of the trouble she had created—
Ishira was sitting on the living room sofa.
Kiara beside her.
Both were scrolling through the details of the college road trip event.
"This looks fun."
"It does."
"There'll be hiking."
"No."
"There'll be games."
"No."
"There'll be bonfires."
"No."
Kiara looked up.
"Why are you saying no to everything?"
Ishira continued scrolling.
"Because none of those things sound fun."
A pause.
Then—
"You're still registering."
"Yes."
"Exactly."
The girls burst into laughter.
Meanwhile...
At BlackThrone.
The Devil was working.
Or at least trying to.
Several reports were spread across his desk.
Important reports.
Very important reports.
Unfortunately—
His phone vibrated.
Again.
A message.
🦋 Butterfly
His eyes narrowed.
Opening it, he found a picture.
A registration form.
Completed.
Submitted.
Approved.
The road trip application.
Underneath it was a message.
🦋 Butterfly: Too late 😇
The room became silent.
Very silent.
Across the desk, Zyan slowly lowered his coffee.
Then immediately started laughing.
Loudly.
Very loudly.
"She submitted it!"
No response.
"She actually submitted it!"
Still nothing.
The dangerous silence worried him more.
Much more.
Then another message arrived.
🦋 Butterfly: Don't be angry.
Zyan pointed dramatically.
"There it is again."
The famous sentence.
The sentence that always guaranteed anger.
Ivaan stared at the screen.
Expressionless.
Then typed—
😈 Devil: Cancel it.
The reply arrived almost instantly.
🦋 Butterfly: No.
😈 Devil: Butterfly.
🦋 Butterfly: Devil.
😈 Devil: Cancel it.
🦋 Butterfly: No.
Across the office, Zyan was trying very hard not to laugh.
Trying.
And failing.
Then a new message appeared.
🦋 Butterfly: Goodnight.
A pause.
Then—
🦋 Butterfly: And don't scare the organizers.
Zyan completely lost control.
He nearly fell off his chair laughing.
Because she knew.
She absolutely knew.
The first thing Ivaan had thought about was the organizers.
And somehow—
The Butterfly had predicted the Devil perfectly.
Back at Mooncrest Villa.
Ishira looked at her phone.
No reply.
Which somehow felt suspicious.
Very suspicious.
She looked toward Kiara.
"Why isn't he replying?"
Kiara immediately looked horrified.
"You actually expect a reply after sending that?"
A pause.
Then both girls looked at the phone.
Waiting.
Five minutes.
Nothing.
Ten minutes.
Nothing.
Twenty minutes.
Still nothing.
And somehow—
That silence felt much more dangerous than any argument.
Because somewhere across Manhattan—
The Devil had gone completely quiet.
And everyone knew—
A quiet Devil was never a good sign.
The silence continued.
No messages.
No calls.
Nothing.
And somehow—
That was exactly what worried Ishira.
Because when the Devil argued, at least she knew what he was thinking.
When he became silent?
That was dangerous.
Very dangerous.
Back at BlackThrone.
Zyan was still laughing.
Occasionally.
Every few minutes.
Whenever he remembered the registration form.
And every single time—
Ivaan's glare became colder.
Finally—
"Are you done?"
"No."
Zyan laughed again.
"I really am trying."
The lie was obvious.
Then suddenly—
The office phone rang.
One of the organizers for the college event.
Zyan immediately noticed.
And looked terrified.
"No."
Ivaan answered.
"Speak."
The poor organizer sounded nervous.
Very nervous.
"Sir, we just wanted to confirm sponsorship details for the road trip event."
Silence.
Then—
"Send me the complete itinerary."
The organizer immediately agreed.
"Yes, sir."
"The participant list."
"Yes, sir."
"Security arrangements."
"Of course, sir."
The call ended.
Zyan slowly lowered his coffee.
"You asked for the participant list."
"No."
"You literally did."
"No."
The deadpan answer made no sense.
At all.
Before Zyan could continue—
A notification appeared on Ivaan's laptop.
The itinerary.
The full participant list.
His eyes scanned the document.
Then stopped.
There.
Ishira Sharma
Immediately below it—
Kiara Kapoor
A dangerous calm settled over the office.
Zyan leaned forward.
"Well?"
Nothing.
"What are you thinking?"
Still nothing.
Then—
"The trip leaves at six in the morning."
Zyan blinked.
"What?"
"Saturday."
Silence.
Then realization hit.
"Oh."
A pause.
Then another.
"Oh no."
Because the Devil now knew exactly when the Butterfly would be leaving.
Mooncrest Villa
Meanwhile—
Ishira was lying on her bed.
Phone in hand.
Waiting.
Still no reply.
She opened the chat again.
Nothing.
Not even a single threatening message.
Which felt wrong.
Very wrong.
Kiara was reading nearby when suddenly—
Ishira sat upright.
"What if he's actually angry?"
Kiara looked up.
"Actually angry?"
"Yes."
A pause.
Then—
Both girls started laughing.
Because imagining Ivaan calmly discussing feelings was impossible.
Completely impossible.
Then—
Her phone vibrated.
Immediately.
The screen lit up.
🦋😈
A message.
Ishira opened it instantly.
The text was short.
Very short.
😈 Devil: Sleep early. You have a long day tomorrow.
Silence.
She read it again.
Then frowned.
"That's it?"
Kiara looked over.
"That's suspicious."
"Very suspicious."
Because for the first time—
The Devil hadn't argued.
Hadn't threatened.
Hadn't demanded anything.
And somehow—
That made both girls far more nervous than usual.
Somewhere across Manhattan—
The Devil already had a plan.
And the Butterfly had absolutely no idea what was coming next.
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