Upon Sanjeev’s question, Vidyut, without a hint of emotion, said as he picked up his overcoat from the bed,“Send all these photos to Virendra Arya.”
Sanjeev's face instantly turned pale. He opened his mouth as if to say something but chose to remain silent. His mind raced with questions that gnawed at him.
Why was his devilish boss so intent on tormenting his own wife?
Maya was already desperate for a divorce, eager to break free from their complicated relationship at any cost. But Vidyut had no intention of letting her go. He refused to grant her the freedom she sought.
Sanjeev understood this much. But what Vidyut was asking him to do now was still a mystery.
Vidyut hadn’t called Maya to his room without reason. When Maya was there, photos were taken—of Riba delivering clothes to her, and then of Maya changing and leaving the room. These photos had been captured on Vidyut's direct orders.
Vidyut’s act of pulling Maya into the bathroom, drenching her, was all part of a calculated plan. He wanted her to change her clothes, knowing she would ask a subordinate to bring fresh ones. This allowed his hidden photographer to capture photos from compromising angles.
And now, Vidyut wanted those very photos sent to Maya’s grandfather, Virendra Arya.
Virendra Arya was an experienced man, sharp enough to understand the hidden implications behind those few photos. But what exactly was Vidyut aiming to achieve? Was this simply to torment Maya, or was there a deeper, darker motive?
Sanjeev’s mind was swirling with confusion, but he didn’t dare question Vidyut.
Vidyut walked out of the room, with Sanjeev and another young man quickly following. After taking the photos, Sanjeev dismissed the boy, then looked through them again.
There were only five photos, but their meaning was weighty.
As he studied them, Sanjeev recalled the bitter, longstanding feud between the Singhania and Arya families. He exhaled sharply, realizing the potential disaster brewing.
Following Vidyut, Sanjeev thought to himself,"Boss, I’m sure this will end in disaster. Maya is already desperate for a divorce, and your ruthless mind is just accelerating the inevitable."
Later that evening, Vidyut had an important meeting at Fort Resort. He hadn’t eaten all day, so he headed to the cafeteria for lunch, while Sanjeev busied himself with the task of sending the photos to Virendra Arya.
Elsewhere, Maya entered her office cabin and noticed Ayansh and Shadow.
Ayansh was perched on the couch, and in front of him, Shadow sat on the floor, innocently gazing up.
Seeing them, Maya couldn't help but smile. Ayansh, with his small, tousled hair, sat cross-legged, licking an ice cream cone. Despite his adorable appearance, his handsome face held a proud, expressionless look.
Maya approached Ayansh, her voice warm. "Baby, what are you doing here so early? Your classes don't end until later."
Ayansh blinked at her, his wide eyes full of innocence. He knew better than to lie to his mother. If he did, the kindergarten teachers would call and inform her, and the consequences would be far worse.
Lowering his head, Ayansh confessed,“Mom, your baby skipped classes today. I didn’t feel like going. I just wanted to be with you. Please don’t scold me.”
Maya's eyes narrowed in amusement as she stared at her son, who was presenting himself as the world's most innocent offender.
Whenever Ayansh made a mistake, he would act like this to dodge her scolding, and despite knowing the act, Maya would always fall for it.
Smiling, she pinched his cheeks gently. "You're too clever for me, little one. Stop pretending I’m going to shout. Now tell me, where did you learn this cute drama?"
Ayansh grinned cheekily. "From my genes, Mommy. From my genes."
Maya burst out laughing at his quick wit. Scooping him up, she sat on the couch with Ayansh in her lap, sharing bites of his ice cream.
It was cold outside, but Ayansh loved eating ice cream in the chill of Britain. After finishing, he craved something savory, and despite Maya’s offer to call for snacks, he insisted on going to the cafeteria himself. Finally, she relented.
Once Ayansh left, there was a knock on Maya’s door. She paused, glancing up from her paperwork. “Come in,” she said calmly.
The door swung open, and in strolled Ajay.
With casual nonchalance, he sprawled on a chair across from her. “What’s up, Black Queen? Why call me here after so many days?”
Maya remained silent, her chair gently swiveling from side to side. Ajay's impatience grew. “Say something already, Black Queen, or I’m out. My friends are waiting in the forest.”
Tightening her lips in irritation, Maya asked, “Did they catch the guy from last night?”
She was referring to the masked intruder who had attempted to harm her.
Ajay took a deep breath. “No. I almost had him, but he got away.”
He paused, then added, “That guy’s fighting skills were unreal. Like electricity. No, more than electricity. You get what I mean?”
“Hmmm, I understand,” Maya replied, leaning back in her chair, eyes fixed on the ceiling, deep in thought.
Meanwhile, in the VIP cafeteria, Vidyut was having his lunch. His eyes suddenly locked onto someone entering the room.
His hand froze mid-motion. His cold, emotionless gaze fixated on the figure.
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Who had Vidyut seen in the cafeteria?
Will Maya be able to escape Vidyut's intricate trap?
What will happen when her grandfather sees the photos?
To be continued...
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The devil's Enigmatic bride
Mystery / ThrillerVidyut Singhania is a name that strikes fear across the globe. Known as a ruthless devil, his mere presence sends shivers down spines, including those of his own family. But after a catastrophic car accident leaves him in a coma, everything changes...