The devil's Enigmatic bride

(Chapter - 29)

This wasn’t the first time Vidyut had kissed her.

Maya’s hand instinctively reached for Vidyut's shoulder, her fingers curling tightly around the fabric of his blazer. She closed her eyes, her senses heightened by the nearness of him, by the warmth of his kiss.

Despite every instinct telling her to push him away, to slap him for his audacity, her body betrayed her resolve. Vidyut’s kiss, unlike the last, was tender yet commanding, filled with a passion that left her breathless.

With that single kiss, Maya felt as though Vidyut had claimed not only her body but her very soul. Even if she wanted to resist, she couldn’t.

Her morals screamed for her to flee, to put as much distance between them as possible. But her body, her heart, urged her to do the opposite—to stay, to let him pull her in even closer.

In the end, her heart won the battle. Maya surrendered, allowing herself to melt into Vidyut’s embrace.

She had come to warn him, to tell him to stay away, yet here she was, completely lost in his arms.

Sensing her surrender, Vidyut deepened the kiss, his lips moving with even more passion, as though he had been waiting for this moment forever.

His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her firmly against him. Her back pressed against the wall, her heartbeat hammering like a drum inside her chest.

Their closeness, the intensity of their stance, made the air around them feel thick with unspoken desire.

Finally, when her breath grew ragged, Vidyut released her lips. Maya gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Vidyut’s hands shifted, framing her face as he rested his forehead against hers. His dark eyes bore into hers as he spoke in a voice that was as alluring as it was dangerous.

"Don’t provoke me, Mrs. Maya Vidyut Singhania," he murmured. "Just because I’m being gentle with you doesn’t mean I’m a good man. There’s nothing about you I don’t know. But make no mistake—I'm far worse than you can imagine. So, stop entertaining thoughts of leaving me. You have two months. Prepare yourself to stay by my side—and inform your family of our marriage."

Maya glared at him, her expression icy, but she remained silent.

Before stepping back, Vidyut pressed a kiss to her forehead, his voice turning emotionless. "I want you in my bed tonight, Maya. Don’t make me wait."

Her jaw clenched as she bit back her fury. "I won’t come."

Vidyut’s expression didn’t waver. Leaning in, he gave her a light, teasing kiss, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered, "You will come, and you know it, my greedy wife."

His certainty shook her resolve, making her question herself for a brief moment. His control over her was terrifyingly absolute.

Vidyut turned to leave, but not before doing something unexpected. Maya’s face flushed crimson.

As soon as the door closed behind him, she clutched her chest, seething. "How dare he…!"

Her anger simmered, but she couldn’t deny the effect Vidyut had on her. He was the only one who could stir such intense emotions within her—anger, frustration, and something else she wasn’t ready to name.

Outside, Vidyut strode toward the entrance of the hotel, where several black luxury cars awaited him.

Sanjeev, his right-hand man, quickly opened the door of the Rolls Royce Boat Tail. "Boss, Mr. Kashyap has arrived at the resort. He’s been waiting for over half an hour."

"Let him wait," Vidyut replied coolly, his tone indifferent.

Sanjeev frowned. He knew Rohit Kashyap wasn’t the type of man to wait for anyone—especially not for long. In the underworld, Rohit was known as the demon, a man to be feared.

Vidyut settled into the car, scrolling through his tablet with disinterest. "No," he said after a moment. "We’re going for a drive first."

Reluctantly, Sanjeev signaled the driver, and they drove aimlessly through the streets of London for two hours before finally arriving at the Fort Resort.

On the top floor, Rohit Kashyap awaited Vidyut’s arrival. As soon as Vidyut stepped in, Rohit's cold voice greeted him. "If this wasn’t about Maya, I wouldn’t have waited for you."

Without acknowledging the statement, Vidyut walked over and sat on the couch with the confidence of a king, crossing his legs leisurely.

Rohit, tall and striking in his vintage grey suit, swirled a glass of red wine in his hand, his demeanor both menacing and magnetic.

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Who is Rohit Kashyap?

What is his connection to Maya?

To be continued...