The devil's Enigmatic bride

(Chapter - 13)

His grandfather opened the box and said, "Vidyut, bring my daughter-in-law and grandson back home as soon as possible."

Vidyut's eyebrows furrowed sharply at these words, his glare fixated on his grandfather.

Grandpa handed the black box to Vidyut, continuing, "Maya asked me to give this to you."

Vidyut's expression remained cold as he examined the box. Inside, he found a gleaming, expensive men's watch, its frame shattered.

Vidyut's deep blue eyes locked onto the watch, his handsome, emotionless face revealing nothing of his thoughts or feelings. After a moment of silence, Vidyut took the watch from the box. His fingers traced the broken frame as he asked in a dark voice, "Are you saying Ayansh is also with Maya?"

"Yes, Ayansh has been with Maya for the past year. And coincidentally, Ayansh is also Maya's son, just like you."

Vidyut's eyes darkened deeply at his grandfather's response. With a blank expression, he stood up.

Before leaving, Vidyut glared icily at his grandfather and, emphasizing each word, said,"My son is with her, yet she left me. She will regret this. She will regret what she has done for the rest of her life. She tried to play a game of hide and seek with me? Now, I will show her the real meaning of this game. She left me, didn't she? Now I will cage her for life, in a prison so confining that she won’t even be able to spread her wings."

Worry lines etched across Grandpa's forehead as he watched Vidyut leave the study. He knew well the extent of his grandson's short temper, and feared what Vidyut might do in his anger. But Vidyut did not linger to listen.

He returned to his room, his face as expressionless as ever, though his slightly reddened blue eyes burned with fury. Vidyut typed something on his phone, the watch still clutched in his hand.

After turning off his phone and tossing it onto the bed, Vidyut entered his massive closet room, filled with rows of white, grey, and black clothes. He opened a locker inside the cupboard. Instead of valuables, the locker contained a single white shirt, entirely stained with dried blood, evidence of a violent past.

Vidyut took the shirt back to his room. Placing it and the watch on the bed, he stared at them with an unreadable expression, his hands tucked into his pant pockets. His posture exuded both elegance and arrogance.

Suddenly, a sweet and alluring voice echoed in his mind: "I know you are not a good or kind person at all. But whatever you are, you saved my life today. If I ever get the chance in the future, I will surely repay this debt."

Vidyut shut his eyes tightly, the voice haunting him as it had for the past six years, robbing him of peace and sleep.

Clenching his fists, Vidyut whispered in a chillingly cold tone,"You made a mistake, Maya. Coming back to me, marrying me, taking care of me, and then leaving me. You made a grave mistake. You will pay dearly for this."

Vidyut walked over to the couch, settling into it with the authority of a king. He placed a cigar between his teeth, leaned back, and lit it, inhaling deeply.

A knock at the door interrupted the tense silence. When Vidyut permitted entry, his most trusted man, Rocky, stepped into the room. The atmosphere was thick with menace, a reflection of Vidyut’s mounting fury since his wife’s departure.

Within twenty-four hours of regaining consciousness, Vidyut had ruthlessly erased the existence of everyone involved in the conspiracy to cause his accident. Now, in his grief and rage, he had even begun targeting those he merely suspected of being his enemies.