The devil's 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.