The devil's Enigmatic bride

(Chapter - 31)

Upon hearing Rohit's response, Akshay chose to remain silent. He knew well enough how steadfast Vidyut was with his words.

Meanwhile, Vidyut was on his way out of the resort when he caught sight of Maya entering.

The moment their eyes met, Vidyut froze. His gaze locked onto her, unwavering.

Dressed in a sleek black sleeveless gown with a sweetheart neckline, Maya radiated grace and allure. The contrast between the deep black of the dress and her snow-white skin made her look even more striking.

A small entourage of five or six guards in black suits surrounded her as she casually made her way inside, speaking softly into her earbuds.

As always, Maya’s expression carried a calm, composed smile. Her deep brown eyes gleamed with confidence, dominance, and hidden secrets.

Though few in the lobby knew who Maya was, her commanding presence and the tight security around her drew every gaze.

When Maya noticed Vidyut, she paused her conversation and ended the call.

She stopped right in front of him, her smile unwavering. "Good evening, Mr. Vidyut," she greeted, her voice laced with a serene confidence.

Vidyut inclined his head slightly, his eyes drinking in the beauty of her face. His voice was low, almost a whisper. “You look stunning, Mrs. Maya Vidyut Singhania.”

Maya's heartbeat quickened at the compliment. Her fingers curled into fists as she smiled, then replied with a challenge in her voice, “I still remember that day, Mr. Vidyut. Six years ago, you called me ugly. You said I was low-class and unattractive, and that you had no interest in someone like me. What’s changed now?”

A faint smirk touched Vidyut's lips, but his expression remained stoic. Leaning in slightly, he breathed softly into her ear, “When I called you ugly, I hadn’t yet seen your captivating form. Now, I know better. The girl I once thought plain has a beauty beyond words. And now that beauty is mine—only mine, Mrs. Maya Vidyut Singhania.”

Maya's face flushed slightly, her anger rising at the audacity in his tone. Six years ago, Vidyut had been nothing like this. Back then, arrogance had been his shield, and belittling her was his favorite pastime. But now, despite his impassive expression, there was a change in him—a dangerous one.

With a bold, slow movement, Vidyut ran his fingers sensually along her neck, down to her cleavage, sending a shiver through her. His voice dropped to a sultry whisper, “See you tonight... in my bed, Mrs. Maya Vidyut Singhania.”

His touch was subtle, careful. Only Maya could feel the intensity of it.

Stepping back, Vidyut took one last look at her before turning and leaving the resort.

Maya stood rooted in place, her mind whirling as she watched him walk away. Sumit, who had been quietly observing, approached her. “Madam, what are you thinking? Are you still going through with the divorce?”

Sumit had always been baffled by the strange dynamic between Maya and Vidyut. Their relationship was a puzzle he could never quite solve. But despite the tension, one thing always came to his mind when he saw them together: they seemed like a perfect, made-for-each-other couple.

He wished Maya would move past her pain, but Maya had other plans. After Vidyut’s departure, she turned to Sumit with a small, knowing smile. “You know me, Sumit. I’ll do anything if it benefits me. Divorce is a mere formality.”

Sumit bit his lip at her response. He knew Maya could be ruthless in her pursuits. Her current target, the Dream Emperor, was a prize she couldn’t afford to lose. She was willing to do whatever it took to secure it.

After dismissing Sumit and the guards, Maya made her way to the poolside, where a lively party was underway. The soft melodies of English music played in the background as the young elites mingled, drinks in hand. They were all heirs of Britain's wealthiest families, born into privilege yet having achieved little of their own.

Among the crowd, Natasha spotted Maya and nudged her fiancé, Ankit Bajaj. “Look, Ankit, sister Maya is here. I didn’t think she’d come, but she did.”

Ankit, slightly annoyed, replied,“Natasha, how many times do I have to tell you? Maya has moved on. She even has a child now. Why do you keep bringing up the past, as if she still has feelings for me?”

Natasha pouted, resting her cheek against his arm. “You don’t understand, Ankit. I’m always around Maya. Whenever I mention you, she avoids the subject. I know she loves me dearly, but when I proposed to you in high school, she confessed to me in passing that she liked you.”

Ankit stiffened at Natasha’s words, his gaze drifting toward Maya, who was now engaged in conversation with a group of businessmen. His mind raced with questions. If you truly liked me, Maya, why did you never say anything? Why didn’t you tell me how you felt? If you had… things might’ve been different.

Natasha, sensing his distraction, grabbed two glasses of wine from a passing waiter, discreetly mixing something into one of them.

The Bajaj family, hailing from India, was one of the most influential and wealthiest families there. Ankit, their sole heir, had everything—money, status, and looks. He had moved to Britain in middle school and had known Maya and Natasha ever since.

Back in high school, there were rumors that Maya had feelings for Ankit. But before Maya could confess, Natasha had stepped in and proposed to him first. Natasha had used her beauty and teenage charm to claim Ankit, leaving Maya heartbroken.

Even now, Natasha relished the sight of Maya’s pain, though she couldn’t help but wonder if Maya had truly loved Ankit as much as the rumors said.

With a sly smile, Natasha turned to Ankit. “Come on, let’s go greet Maya,” she suggested.

As they approached, Maya noticed them and a strange smile curled her lips. She muttered something under her breath before lowering her head in thought.

Ankit greeted her first. “How are you, Maya?”

“I’m well,” she replied smoothly. “And you? Has this troublemaker been treating you alright?” She gestured to Natasha with a teasing smile.

Before Ankit could respond, Natasha pouted playfully. “Sister Maya, I’m getting married soon! You have to stop calling me an idiot, especially in front of my fiancé!”

Maya smirked, shaking her head. “Never.”

Natasha rolled her eyes and grinned. “Fine. Call me whatever you want. You’ve earned that right.”

Maya chuckled lightly, and as the conversation flowed, Natasha offered her the drugged wine. Without hesitation, Maya accepted and took a sip. But the moment the glass was empty, her expression shifted. Something was wrong.

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Will Maya fall into Natasha's trap?

What is the hidden past between Maya, Ankit, and Natasha?

To be continued...