Sanjeev stood frozen, stunned by the conversation between Rohit and Vidyut. He couldn't grasp all the details, but whatever Vidyut was planning for Maya left a sour taste in his mouth.
Not only had Vidyut divorced Maya, but he had also dismantled her life in a way Sanjeev could hardly comprehend.
When Sanjeev spotted Maya’s grandfather entering the hotel, he clenched his fists. Today, he was utterly convinced—his devil of a boss wasn’t born in hell by accident. He was a product of this earth, a man shaped by its cruelty.
It was Vidyut who had sent the photos to Maya's grandfather, summoning him to the hotel. But why? What was his true intention?
Casting a cold glance at Maya’s grandfather, Vidyut walked toward his Rolls Royce Boat Tail. As he turned his back, Rohit’s icy voice pierced the air behind him. “Remember our deal. From this day forward, you will never return to Maya's life.”
Vidyut halted, briefly looking back at Rohit with an expression devoid of any emotion. Without a word, he continued to his car, settling in the back seat.
Sanjeev, sitting in the passenger seat, watched Vidyut through the rearview mirror. He knew his boss too well. Vidyut always kept his word.
Sanjeev understood that after today, Vidyut would never return to Maya's life. But with Maya, he had also severed his ties with Ayansh.
The black diamonds Vidyut had bargained for in exchange for both Maya and Ayansh weren’t even significant to him. This baffled Sanjeev. He had a million questions swirling in his mind, but he lacked the courage to ask even one.
Pushing aside his confusion, Sanjeev finally asked, “Boss, are we returning to India now?”
Vidyut leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, and replied in his usual cold tone, “Not yet. Head to the villa.”
Without hesitation, Sanjeev signaled the driver, who turned the car toward Vidyut's private villa.
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Back at the hotel:
Maya’s grandfather, barely containing his fury, approached one of his trusted men stationed outside Vidyut’s room. “Was Maya really with that lunatic all night?”
The man, lowering his head, responded, “Yes, sir. Mr. Vidyut left a while ago, but I believe Madam Maya is still inside.”
Without another word, the grandfather dismissed him, then, consumed by rage, stormed into the room. The door swung open easily—it hadn’t been locked.
Inside, Maya sat on the bed, lost in thought, trying to decipher Vidyut’s cryptic words. When she heard the door creak open, she looked up.
Her calm, steady gaze met her grandfather’s furious, bloodshot eyes. Despite the seething rage radiating from him, Maya’s face remained eerily calm, though her fists clenched beneath the blanket.
Her grandfather surveyed the scene—the crumpled bedsheets, the faint bloodstains that told the rest of the story. His silence spoke volumes.
Without a word, he turned and stormed out, leaving Maya alone in the room. Neither spoke a single word to the other.
Elsewhere:
In a grand, darkened room, an older man, exuding an aura of immense power, sat upon a black throne. The atmosphere around him was thick with authority and menace.
A subordinate stood before him, head bowed in respect. “Sir, Madam Maya and Mr. Vidyut have grown quite close. Virendra Arya has also discovered their connection. Should we intervene?”
The old man’s voice was rough but resolute. “We wait. Let the Arya family make their move. If they so much as lay a finger on my Maya, I’ll annihilate their entire bloodline.”
His subordinate, sensing the finality in his tone, remained silent.
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At the Arya Mansion:
In the quiet of the study, Maya and her grandfather sat across from each other, both devoid of expression.
After a heavy pause, her grandfather’s voice cut through the silence. “Maya, I don’t know what sort of relationship you have with that madman, but I want it ended. Now.”
Maya’s brow furrowed, and a flicker of defiance lit her eyes.
She had never tolerated being ordered around, and the way her grandfather spoke now, as if she were a mere servant rather than his granddaughter, only stoked her anger.
After a beat, she replied coolly, “And what will you do if I refuse, Grandpa?”
Enraged, her grandfather’s voice rose, nearly shouting, “If you don’t end this, I’ll disown you from the family and the inheritance!”
A slow smile spread across Maya’s face, fueling her grandfather’s growing fury.
“Is that a threat, Grandpa?” she asked, her tone calm but sharp.
“You can take it however you wish,” her grandfather snapped. “But without the Arya name, you are nothing. Strip away this family’s legacy from your identity, and you’ll be as powerless as you were fourteen years ago.”
At these words, something shifted in Maya. Her calm facade darkened, and her eyes flickered with emotion. Her grandfather had unwittingly struck a nerve—a deep wound, one inflicted by this very family.
Maya had not grown up in the Arya household. She’d spent the first ten years of her life with her mother, far from the family, in the jungles. After her mother’s death, Maya had vanished for six years, until one day, she reappeared, a ghost from her past.
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Who is the old man pulling the strings?
Have Vidyut and Maya’s paths diverged for good?
What secrets lie in Maya’s mysterious past?
To be continued...
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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...
