The devil's Enigmatic bride

(Chapter - 28)

In response to Maya's question, Sumit quickly said, "Madam, Vidyut Sir did not go to Little Master. It was Little Master who approached Vidyut Sir on his own."

Hearing Sumit's words, Maya stood up without another word and swiftly exited the office. Sumit hurried after her, sensing her urgency.

As Maya entered the cafeteria, her eyes immediately fell upon Vidyut and Ayansh. Vidyut was feeding Ayansh with his own hands, and Ayansh, calmly accepting the food, was engaged in quiet conversation. Both of their faces remained impassive.

Maya was startled by the sight. Ayansh had always refused to eat from anyone's hand but hers. The ease with which he now sat with Vidyut left her shocked and bewildered.

Sumit, equally taken aback, whispered, "Madam, I wonder if Vidyut Sir has told Little Master the truth."

"No, that’s impossible!" Maya snapped, her voice edged with irritation. She refused to entertain the thought. The last thing she wanted was for Ayansh to grow close to Vidyut or learn anything about the Singhania family.

The past they shared was full of complications, tangled in secrets that Maya wished to keep buried. Each memory pained her in ways she couldn't express.

Determined, Maya approached Vidyut and Ayansh. The moment she appeared, the attention of those nearby shifted toward her. With a soft smile, she asked Ayansh, "Baby, what are you doing here with him? Do you know this man?"

Ayansh stiffened at her question, knowing well that Maya did not want him involved with Vidyut. Earlier, while sitting in her cabin, he had accidentally overheard Riba and Sumit discussing Maya and Vidyut's impending divorce. Although he was young, Ayansh understood that something was wrong between his parents.

Even so, Ayansh didn’t want to upset his mother. Maya was his world. Pointing innocently at Vidyut, he fibbed, "Mommy, this uncle waved at me, so I came over. But I don’t really know him."

Relief washed over Maya, while Vidyut’s brows furrowed. When had he signaled to Ayansh? The boy had approached him entirely on his own.

Maya chose not to press Ayansh further. She was wary of Vidyut revealing anything inappropriate in front of her son. Gently wiping Ayansh's lips with a tissue, she picked him up and said tenderly, "Baby, you should head home with Sumit. I’ll be leaving soon, and you’ll be bored here. Go to the mansion now, alright?"

Ayansh glanced briefly at Vidyut before nodding, "Okay, Mommy." After planting a kiss on her cheek, he left with Sumit.

Vidyut remained silent, watching the interaction. As Ayansh departed, he couldn’t help but marvel at how clever his son was—quick to shift the blame and even quicker to protect Maya.

Once they were alone, Maya turned to Vidyut, her voice low and serious. "Mr. Vidyut, we need to talk."

Vidyut gazed at her intently but said nothing. There was a smoldering anger behind her eyes, something that had been simmering for a long time.

Without waiting for a response, Maya led him to her private suite. Once inside, she locked the door and turned to face him. Vidyut, lounging on the bed, looked entirely too comfortable.

Barely able to contain her frustration, Maya asked, her voice icy, "What is it that you want from me now, Mr. Vidyut?"

A smirk curved Vidyut’s lips. Rising from the bed, he closed the distance between them. "I want you, Maya," he said softly, his tone carrying a dark undertone. "Your body... Mrs. Vidyut Singhania."

Maya’s jaw tightened at his crude words. She opened her mouth to retaliate, but before she could react, Vidyut stepped closer, his hand wrapping around her waist, pulling her into him.

In one swift motion, he bent down and captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Maya’s mind went blank.

His eyes locked onto hers as the kiss deepened, and with each passing second, he pressed her firmly against the wall. The intensity of his touch left her momentarily paralyzed.

When Maya finally regained her senses, she found herself unsure of how to respond. This wasn’t the first time Vidyut had kissed her, yet it felt as consuming as ever.

Her hand reached up, resting on his shoulder.

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What will happen next?

To know…

To be continued...