The devil's Enigmatic bride

(Chapter - 27)

Vidyut was having lunch when his gaze locked on someone entering the cafeteria. His hands stopped mid-motion, and his usually emotionless eyes focused on the figure stepping inside.

Leaning back in his chair, Vidyut carefully observed. It was none other than Ayansh.

As Ayansh entered, his eyes immediately found Vidyut, the very reason for his arrival. For a brief moment, both stood frozen, their gazes locked—Vidyut’s deep, emotionless blue eyes meeting Ayansh’s strikingly bright blue ones. The resemblance between them was uncanny, not just in appearance but in demeanor—emotionless and detached.

Coincidentally, they were dressed identically: black shirts, black jeans, leather boots, and grey overcoats. Descriptors like handsome, charming, and attractive fell short of capturing their allure.

Ayansh was the first to break the stare, though Vidyut continued to scrutinize him, as though searching for emotions hidden beneath his icy exterior—a near impossible task.

As soon as Ayansh was noticed, a female staff member started towards him. But another male staff member quickly intervened, scolding her, "Are you mad? Don’t you know the Little Master doesn't like girls around him?"

"What?" she responded, taken aback.

The male staffer nodded solemnly,"You’re new here, so you wouldn’t know. He’s our boss’s son."

The woman looked at Ayansh in surprise. He was no ordinary child. Though only two and a half years old, Ayansh lacked the innocence of youth, replaced by arrogance and a chilling coldness that seemed hereditary.

"You must be mistaken," she murmured, looking again at the expensive clothes and expressionless face of the child. She had assumed he was the offspring of a wealthy guest.

The male staffer continued, "I’ve worked here for seven years, and until two or three years ago, our boss didn’t have a child. Then, a year ago, she suddenly introduced Ayansh, declaring him her son. No one believed her at first. But now, it’s widely accepted, though no one knows who the father is."

The female staff member was speechless, but before she could inquire further, her colleague warned her, "This place is full of mysteries. Those who dig too deep often disappear. Just do your job and stay out of it."

The caution in his tone made her uneasy, and she quickly turned back to her tasks.

Meanwhile, Ayansh, after ordering snacks, walked towards Vidyut and stopped right in front of him. Without a word, Vidyut’s cold gaze followed him. Ayansh, his hands in his pockets, asked in an equally cold tone, "Can I sit here?"

Vidyut’s eyes didn’t waver as he replied, "Why not?"

Ayansh climbed into the chair across from Vidyut, struggling due to his short height. Vidyut watched him without lifting a finger to help. After settling in, Ayansh resumed his unblinking stare.

In a voice far too mature for his age, Ayansh asked, "Are you my daddy?"

Vidyut’s expression didn’t change. Instead, he leaned back and asked,"What do you think?"

Ayansh, unfazed, responded, "You share many of my traits—our eyes, for one. Plus, your name has always been attached to my mother’s. So, yes, I think you are my daddy."

For the first time, Vidyut’s brow furrowed slightly. Ayansh's tone was almost condescending, as if he believed Vidyut were his offspring rather than the other way around.

Vidyut’s voice turned colder as he corrected him, "It’s not that you possess my traits, but that I see my own in you. And it’s not that your eyes are like mine, but rather, mine resemble yours."

Ayansh was silent for a moment, absorbing Vidyut’s response, his demeanor calm yet eerily mature. Then, he asked softly, "And what about my mommy?"

"She’s my wife," Vidyut answered, still devoid of emotion.

"So, I’m your son, right?" Ayansh pressed further.

"Maybe."

At Vidyut's noncommittal response, Ayansh’s eyes narrowed.

"If I’m your son, you should transfer all your property to my name."

Vidyut’s lips curved into a faint, intrigued smile. "And why would I do that, greedy boy?" he asked, watching Ayansh closely.

Without missing a beat, Ayansh replied, "After your divorce from my mommy, I’ll only inherit half your wealth. So, if you transfer it all to me now, I won’t have to worry later."

Vidyut was rendered speechless. His son didn’t care for him, only for his wealth. Ayansh wasn’t just a child—he was a pure little devil.

After a long silence, Vidyut leaned forward and glared at Ayansh, speaking in a low, dangerous tone,"I’m not divorcing my wife. Understand?"

Ayansh’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. Changing the subject, he pointed at the food on Vidyut’s plate, asking sweetly, "Daddy, can I have that dish?"

Hearing the word "Daddy" from Ayansh stirred something deep inside Vidyut, but he brushed it aside, glancing at the dish before looking back at Ayansh.

Meanwhile, in the manager’s office, Maya was in the middle of a discussion with Ajay when Sumit burst in without knocking.

Maya, recognizing the urgency of his intrusion, asked calmly, "Is something wrong, Sumit?"

Panting, Sumit replied, "Yes, madam. Little Master Ayansh is with Sir Vidyut."

Maya’s eyes darkened immediately. Rising from her chair, she demanded,"What the hell were you all doing when Vidyut approached Ayansh?"

Sumit quickly corrected her,"Madam, it wasn’t Sir Vidyut who approached him. It was Little Master who went to Sir Vidyut."

Without another word, Maya stormed out of the cabin.

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Will Vidyut share his food with Ayansh?

Why doesn’t Maya want Vidyut and Ayansh to meet?

To be continued...