Squeezing Mahesh's throat with terrifying calm, Maya coldly said,"You thought you could ease my pain? Let me show you the true meaning of suffering."
With Maya choking him, Mahesh's windpipe began to close up terribly. Within seconds, he felt as if his soul was about to leave his body, while a strong stream of blood flowed from his head.
Mahesh flailed desperately, his arms and legs thrashing in agony, trying to break free, but Maya’s iron grip remained unwavering, unaffected by his pitiful struggle.
Maya’s cold, bloodshot eyes filled with a twisted amusement as Mahesh writhed in pain. His suffering seemed to grant her an eerie sense of peace, as though it numbed her own inner torment.
More than half an hour had passed since the drug had entered Maya’s system. By now, it had spread through her entire body. Her skin broke out in angry red rashes, and her body heat soared, yet Maya remained unfazed. It was as if the drug's painful side effects only heightened her pleasure in watching Mahesh suffer.
On the brink of death, Mahesh was gripped by a terror greater than the pain. The small dose of the drug he'd spiked in Maya’s drink should have been enough to drive her mad with desire, but even after so much time, it hadn't taken effect.
But that didn’t mean the drug wasn’t affecting her at all.
Her nose had started to bleed, a sign of the drug’s grip on her, but Maya’s self-control and tolerance were overpowering its effects.
With a cruel smile, she brutally smashed Mahesh’s head against the wall, saying, "What did you think, Mahesh Verma? That breaking me—ruining my fourteen years of hard work—was easy? That you could weaken me with a mere pinch of drug?"
Hearing Maya’s sweet, venomous voice, Mahesh’s hair stood on end.
Maya smashed his head again, striking precisely where the injury was already severe. As blood gushed, Mahesh began pleading for his life, his voice raw with desperation. But Maya's icy expression remained unchanged.
Her smile stayed firmly in place as she whispered, "Do you know how many lives I’ve taken? How many people I’ve destroyed? Countless. And you, your foolish sister, and niece thought you could bring me down?"
Wiping the blood from her nose, Maya threw Mahesh to the floor. He gasped for air, coughing violently as life slowly ebbed from him.
Maya crouched in front of him, crushing his hand beneath her shoe. "Do you remember how your son, Manish, died six years ago? Do you know who killed him?"
Mahesh’s eyes widened in terror.
Six years ago, his son, Manish, had been brutally murdered, his body parts sent to the Verma household over the course of a month. Despite their best efforts, neither the Verma family nor the British police could track down the killer.
As Mahesh trembled with fear, Maya’s smile widened. "It was me. I killed your son. I cut his body into pieces and sent them to your house. Do you know why?"
Mahesh shook violently, haunted by the memories of his son’s death.
Maya leaned closer, her voice colder than ever. "What your son tried to do to me six years ago is what you tried today. So, I killed him. The peace I found in dismembering your son... you can’t even imagine."
Mahesh’s spine shivered uncontrollably as Maya laughed, her voice tinged with savage glee.
Outside the room, Rohit continued knocking, ordering Maya to open the door. But Akshay suddenly noticed something strange—blood seeping from beneath the door.
"B-b-boss, blood... it's coming out of Maya Madam’s room."
Rohit stopped, confusion clouding his face as he looked where Akshay pointed. Blood.
Rohit knew Maya. It wasn’t easy to hurt her, let alone draw this much blood. So whose blood was it?
His eyes filled with cold fury as realization dawned: someone else was inside the room with Maya.
He stopped knocking, stepping aside to lean against the wall, his fists clenched.
Thirty minutes passed before the door to Maya’s room finally opened.
Maya emerged, her face devoid of emotion. The sharp metallic scent of blood hit the noses of Rohit and his men.
She wore a black t-shirt and pants, appearing perfectly composed, despite the feverish heat radiating from her body and the rashes scattered across her skin.
"Maya, are you okay?" Rohit rushed to her, placing a hand on her forehead. "Why didn’t you take care of yourself?"
Maya pulled away, silent. She walked toward the doctor, who had arrived with the others, and took the injection from his hand.
Without a word, she injected herself, then turned to Rohit with icy indifference. "Mr. Kashyap, this is the last time I’m letting you go. Cross me again, and I will destroy you."
Rohit’s fists tightened, but he remained silent.
Maya looked at Riba. "There’s a body inside. Hand it to Shadow. Make sure it’s gone before it dies here."
"Yes, Madam."
Maya walked away alone. Sumit hesitated before calling out, "Madam! You shouldn’t be driving in this condition. The drug might not have worn off yet."
Maya stared coldly at him, her body still suffering the effects of the drug. But she refused to let anyone see her weakness.
Without a word, she left.
Instead of going home, Maya headed to the Dream Hotel, but partway there, she changed her mind and redirected herself toward Vidyut's suite.
When she entered, Vidyut was standing by the window in a silk night suit, a cigar between his fingers as he gazed at the night sky.
Without turning, he said, "So, you finally came to sleep with me, Mrs. Maya Vidyut Singhania."
Maya paused before speaking. "Did you mean intimacy by sleeping together?"
Vidyut turned to face her.
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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...
