The devil's Enigmatic bride

(Chapter - 25)

Before Maya could react, Vidyut’s hand clamped around her wrist, and in one swift motion, he hurled her onto the bed.

Maya lay there, stunned. She had never seen Vidyut this angry before, at least not in front of her.

A cold, suffocating aura enveloped him, the kind that could make anyone’s breath hitch.

His anger radiated from the icy depths of his deep blue eyes, betraying the storm that brewed within him.

Yet, Maya, unfazed, reclined calmly on the bed. She laced her fingers behind her head, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she was perfectly at ease despite being dressed in nothing but a bathrobe. Her calmness, though enigmatic, exuded an almost irresistible allure.

It was hard to tell whether her composure came from unshakable confidence or a deep trust in Vidyut. Perhaps it was both.

Vidyut stood, fists clenched, staring down at her with unreadable eyes. His silence was more unnerving than his outburst.

Maya's serene smile remained intact as she gazed up at him. “What should I make of this, Mr. Vidyut Singhania?” she asked coolly. “Are you planning to force me?”

Vidyut’s lips twitched, a small reaction that hinted at an emotion he rarely displayed. But he didn’t smile. Maybe he had forgotten how.

He leaned in closer, tugging Maya’s hands free from behind her head, his touch rough but controlled. Her delicate wrists seemed to vanish in his grasp, his strength juxtaposed with her softness.

Interlocking his fingers with hers, Vidyut brought his face dangerously close to hers. His voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. “I’m a man, Maya Vidyut Singhania. Forcing a woman—especially my wife—goes against everything I stand for.”

Maya didn’t flinch. She held his gaze, studying him intently. For a man dubbed “The Devil,” for someone considered heartless, he carried qualities one might expect from a noble, gentle husband.

A beat passed before she broke the silence, a sly smile curling her lips. “Your words, Mr. Vidyut, could melt any woman. Your eyes, hypnotic as they are, could capture any heart. And I know many women are already under your spell. But I’m not one of them. We both know why I married you. I’ve kept my promise. Now I want a divorce—at any cost.”

Vidyut’s expression remained stoic, his handsome features as cold and emotionless as ever.

There was no one in the world who dared challenge Vidyut Singhania the way Maya did, especially not with such stubbornness.

Without a word, he stepped back from the bed. The towel around his waist had loosened slightly during their tug-of-war, but without hesitation, Vidyut nonchalantly adjusted it before wrapping it securely around himself.

“I don’t care what reasons you had for marrying me, Maya,” he said, his tone still eerily calm. “But you won’t get a divorce. Not now. Not ever. You’re my wife, and you will remain my wife. Prepare yourself to settle your family matters because soon, we will live together. One house. One bedroom. One bed.”

Maya’s cheeks flushed a deep red, her composure faltering as Vidyut’s towel slipped momentarily, revealing more than she cared to see. She quickly turned her face away.

“Mr. Vidyut!” she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. “Enough of this shameless display. Such indecency doesn’t suit you.”

Vidyut paused, his hand on the closet door, and turned to face her, his eyes piercing through her defenses.

Without a word, he crossed the room, closing the distance between them once more. Maya, still lying on the bed with her eyes shut, barely had time to react as his hand slipped around her waist, pulling her closer, molding her body against his.

Her eyes flew open, wide with surprise, but Vidyut’s gaze remained cool and detached as he whispered in her ear, “We’re husband and wife. These things are only natural between us. Get used to it, Mrs. Vidyut Singhania.”

Her heart betrayed her, quickening at his closeness. Maya blinked several times, wanting to protest, but Vidyut didn’t wait to hear what she had to say. He brushed a light kiss on her lips, barely more than a whisper of contact, and then turned away, disappearing into the closet.

Maya sat up slowly, bewildered. Her fingers touched her lips—they were slightly swollen from his kiss. She closed her eyes, her hand resting on her chest, trying to steady her heartbeat. Why did his proximity affect her so deeply? This had never happened to her before.

Taking a deep breath, Maya whispered, “I need to divorce him. If Grandpa finds out about this marriage, my entire plan will unravel in seconds.”

Her thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ring of her phone. She checked the caller ID: Natasha.

Composing herself, Maya answered. “Hello?”

“Maya, make sure you’re at Fort Resort by three. Ankit’s pool party is today,” Natasha chirped. “He wanted to call you himself, but he’s been busy. Anyway, we’re getting married soon, so it doesn’t matter who calls, right?”

Maya’s voice was calm, but her eyes darkened ever so slightly. “I’ll be there.”

Natasha rambled on about Ankit, her tone deliberately cheerful, as if she was trying to gauge Maya’s reaction. But every time Ankit’s name came up, a subtle sadness crept into Maya’s voice.

When the call ended, Maya’s expression shifted. She chuckled softly, tossing her phone onto the bed. “Such a silly girl.”

When Vidyut emerged from the closet, dressed and composed, the room was empty. Maya had already left, but she had left behind something on the bed: another set of divorce papers.

Vidyut picked up the papers and the pen, his face impassive. Without hesitation, he tore the papers to shreds and snapped the pen in half, tossing both into the trash.

“Such a stubborn woman,” he muttered under his breath. “You’ll regret this, Maya.”

He adjusted his watch in front of the mirror, rolling up his sleeves. A knock sounded at the door, and with a terse “come in,” Sanjeev entered, followed by a young man holding a Canon EOS R8 Mirrorless Camera.

“Boss,” Sanjeev began hesitantly,“what should we do with these photos?”

Without looking up, Vidyut replied,“Send them to Virendra Arya.”

Sanjeev’s face paled, but he said nothing.

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What will Vidyut do next?

Who is Ankit?

What awaits Maya at the pool party?

To be continued...