His Enigmatic bride

(Chapter - 10)

The thick carpet cushioned Ayansh's fall, leaving him unhurt. As he heard Maya's words, he brushed himself off, determination gleaming in his eyes as he stood up once more. His gaze shifted to Maya's grand bed, studying it intently with a seriousness that seemed far beyond his years. After inspecting every corner, Ayansh moved to the edge of the bed.

Maya, lying on her stomach, observed Ayansh with keen interest. She made no move to help him; her few words had already infused him with a strength that needed no further encouragement.

At just three years old, Ayansh's demeanor and understanding were akin to children much older than him. He spoke little, listened carefully, and obeyed Maya's every word. His days were spent learning something new, adhering strictly to the organized and disciplined routine that Maya valued so deeply. Their lives, intertwined in this way, resembled that of well-programmed machines-efficient and calculated.

After almost ten minutes of struggle, Ayansh finally managed to climb onto the bed using his tiny hands and feet. Standing on the bed, he flashed a small, charming smile, lowered his eyelashes, and in a soft, melodic voice said, "You were right, Mommy! I can do anything. I am your son, after all."

Maya's lips curved into a satisfied smile. She patted the space beside her and said, "Come here, baby, lie down with me."

Without hesitation, Ayansh lay down beside her, wrapping his small arms around her. Maya embraced him, gently brushing the hair from his forehead before planting a tender kiss there, causing Ayansh's smile to widen even more.

"I love you, Mommy!" he whispered, his voice filled with pure affection.

"I love you too, baby," Maya replied softly, running her fingers through his hair. Feeling her love, Ayansh held onto her even tighter.

A deep silence settled over them as they lay together, enveloped by the darkness of the room. The silence lasted for a long time, unbroken by words, only deepened by the comforting presence of one another.

Half an hour later, Ayansh lifted his head to find Maya fast asleep. Even in slumber, a serene peace graced her beautiful face-perhaps the peace of having her son in her arms.

Carefully, Ayansh traced his tiny fingers over Maya's face, his touch light and tender. The soft smile that appeared on her lips even in sleep made him smile too. As he squirmed slightly, Maya's grip loosened, allowing him to slip out of her arms.

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and nose before snuggling back against her chest, wrapping his small arms around her. With a hint of sadness in his voice, Ayansh murmured, "Mommy, I don't feel good when you're not here. Why do you leave me for so long? I don't like it when you go away."

"I'm sorry, baby! I won't do it again," Maya replied unexpectedly. Startled, Ayansh looked up. She was still fast asleep. Had she answered him in her sleep?

Surprised yet comforted, Ayansh smiled innocently. He softly touched the delicate features of Maya's face until, finally, he too fell asleep.

**Meanwhile, in Frankfurt, Germany**

In the massive gym of Dream Hotel, a dense smoke hung in the air, cloaking the space in a suffocating darkness. The cold, heavy atmosphere transformed the luxurious gym into an icy inferno. In the center of this ominous setting, a young man, shirtless, performed one-finger push-ups with an intensity that defied his nonchalant demeanor.

His other hand was firmly placed behind his back. Each push-up stretched the tough muscles of his sculpted physique, revealing his dedication to fitness. Yet, the smoldering cigar clenched between his teeth hinted at a careless disregard for his own well-being.

The boy's face, handsome yet devoid of emotion, was partially obscured by the swirling smoke, making him appear even more enigmatic. His body, glistening with sweat after countless push-ups, was a testament to his physical prowess. This boy was none other than Vidyut.

After a long session, Vidyut finally stood up, crushing the cigar butt into an ashtray. He turned coldly to his assistant, Sanjeev, who stood nearby.

"Any news about her?" Vidyut asked, his voice as cold as his demeanor.

"Not yet, boss. But I've instructed Rocky. He'll find something about Madam Maya soon."

Vidyut's jaw clenched in response. For the past two days, his men had been trying to locate Maya, but she had seemingly vanished without a trace. She had left no evidence of her existence-no photographs, no clues.

Glaring at Sanjeev, Vidyut said nothing more, leaving the gym and heading to his presidential suite.

Once Vidyut was gone, Sanjeev exhaled a sigh of relief.

The Dream Hotel, where Vidyut was staying, was the most opulent hotel in Germany, part of the Arya family's vast empire. Their business, divided between Dream Hotel and Emperor Industry, was a global powerhouse, with Maya managing the entire hotel chain. The fight to become the Arya family's heir was fierce, as the victor would inherit the Dream Emperor empire and, with it, unimaginable wealth.

When Vidyut entered his suite, he found a woman in his bedroom. She turned toward him with a seductive smile, a white blanket draped around her that hinted at her lack of clothing underneath.

Vidyut's blue eyes darkened dangerously. His presence, which could have been mistaken for pleasure by the unwise, became as menacing as a wolf's.

Seeing Vidyut's emotionless face, the woman mistakenly believed she had pleased him. With a flirtatious giggle, she dropped the blanket, revealing herself completely.

Vidyut closed his eyes in frustration, rubbing his forehead. This was becoming a tiresome pattern-the daughters of high society flaunting themselves in front of him, eager to catch his attention. But what happened to these girls afterward, where they disappeared to, remained a mystery that few dared to question.

The girl approached Vidyut, her hand reaching out to touch his chest. "Mr. Singhania, I'm not like the others. I'm fire," she purred.

"Fire," Vidyut echoed, stepping back. Before her hand could reach him, he closed the bedroom door and left, saying nothing.

His face darkened with a terrifying expression. Vidyut had come to loathe women after repeated encounters like this one.

**Half an hour later**

Outside Dream Hotel, amidst a fleet of Land Rover SUVs, Vidyut sat in the back of a luxurious Rolls Royce Boat Tail, his head resting against the seat, eyes closed. Still shirtless, his expression remained as impassive as ever.

Earlier, he had left the hotel without a shirt. Now, Dream Hotel, which had been a beacon of luxury moments before, was engulfed in flames. The entire building was ablaze, consumed by a raging fire.

Standing outside the car, Sanjeev watched the burning hotel, exhaling deeply. Bodyguard head Sunil leaned over and whispered, "Why did the boss burn down the whole hotel, Sanjeev bro?"

"Because of a lustful girl," Sanjeev replied grimly.

Sunil nodded in understanding. "So that's what it was. And what happened to that girl?"

Sanjeev pointed to the inferno with a cynical smile. "The same thing that happens to all of them."

Sunil's eyes widened in horror as he listened to the distant sound of screams coming from within the burning hotel.

Taking a deep breath, Sunil muttered,"Our boss is a devil, Sanjeev bro."

Sanjeev shook his head slowly. "No, Sunil. He is *the* devil."

Sunil nodded in agreement, both men watching the flames devour the hotel, knowing full well that this was just another chapter in the terrifying legend of Vidyut Singhania.

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