The devil's Enigmatic bride

(Chapter - 22)

Upon hearing Maya's response, Vidyut stared at her coldly. The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of fabric tearing from the bathroom.

Maya flinched, her eyes narrowing in anger as she glared at Vidyut. Yet, he remained impassive, his face devoid of any emotion, even as his T-shirt lay in shreds at his feet.

With a sharp tug, Maya freed her hand from Vidyut's grasp.

Vidyut, his expression still unreadable, let his gaze travel from Maya’s head to toe. He took a step back, revealing the torn remnants of Maya's T-shirt clutched in his fist.

Maya stood there, strikingly beautiful in her black sportswear. Her wet body glistened in the dim light, exuding a sensual allure that could captivate anyone. Her slightly defined abs added a subtle strength to her otherwise delicate frame.

In this moment, dressed in such provocative attire, Maya could easily stir desires. Yet Vidyut’s intense blue eyes remained emotionless, showing no trace of lust or any other feeling.

Their eyes locked, and for a brief moment, the tension between them seemed to dissipate.

Vidyut moved forward, taking a step towards Maya.

This time, she didn’t flinch. She stood rooted in place, her gaze steady.

He came closer, stopping just inches away from her. Their eyes remained locked, unyielding.

Without a word, Vidyut placed his hand on Maya's shoulder and turned her around.

Now, with her back to him, Maya remained still, her breath shallow.

Vidyut’s hand lightly brushed her bare waist, and Maya closed her eyes, her fists clenching involuntarily.

It was hard to tell whether her reaction was driven by anger or nervousness.

Vidyut lifted the edge of her upper garment, his eyes scanning her back.

A long scar marred her otherwise flawless skin, a silent testament to past pain.

His fingers traced the length of the scar, and Maya shivered under his touch, though she remained silent.

Vidyut’s voice was cold as he asked,"Hasn't this scar faded yet?"

Maya exhaled slowly before replying,"The wounds were deep. How could it fade so quickly?"

Vidyut didn’t respond. His fingers continued their path across her back, rough against her soft skin.

As the moments stretched on, Maya placed her hand gently over his, her voice soft as she whispered,"Stop this. Let me go, Mr. Vidyut."

Vidyut's hand stilled at her words.

He lowered her garment back into place, but his hands didn’t leave her waist. Instead, he gripped her tightly, pulling her back against his chest.

Maya’s back pressed against his broad frame, and Vidyut encircled her in his arms.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice low and devoid of emotion as he asked,"Did you miss me, Mrs. Maya Vidyut Singhania?"

Maya’s response was curt, "Not at all."

Vidyut’s grip tightened at her words, his fingers digging into her waist.

In a cold, measured tone, he said, "No matter. You didn’t think of me before because I didn’t give you a reason to. But from now on, you’ll think of me every moment, every second. I’ll make sure of it. You started this game, and now I will finish it."

He paused, his breath warm against her neck.

His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he continued, "You’ve made these past two days difficult for me. I’ll make you pay for that. Prepare yourself, Mrs. Maya Vidyut Singhania, because now I’m ready to play. It’s been a long time since I’ve found someone worthy of a challenge. This will be interesting."

Maya smiled at his words and replied,"The game you wish to play, Mr. Vidyut, I created it. Everything will proceed according to my rules."

Vidyut’s lips brushed against her neck as he responded, "Don’t forget, Mrs. Maya Vidyut Singhania, even games can be bought."

Maya’s smile widened, her calm demeanor returning.

Tilting her head slightly, she replied,"Indeed, games can be bought, Mr. Vidyut. But mine will only be sold when I choose to sell it."

This time, Vidyut remained silent. After a few more moments of his lips grazing her neck, he finally released her from his hold.

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To be continued...