Since Maya had left the Arya Mansion, Ayansh had confined himself to his room, refusing to come out. Despite Grandpa’s repeated pleas, Ayansh kept the door locked, unmoved by any attempt to reach him.
Though Grandpa possessed the master key, he chose to let Ayansh be, hoping that time would soften his grandson’s resolve. Grandpa was certain that Maya’s love for Ayansh would ultimately bring her back. Though Maya was stubborn, she would never stay away from Ayansh for long.
A year prior, Grandpa had discreetly prepared documents granting him complete custody of Ayansh, leaving Maya, despite her role as his mother, without legal rights over her own child. The Arya family's relationships were always more complex than they appeared; Maya and Ayansh’s connection was one such example, veiled in mystery and legal limitations. Maya’s silence on the matter was baffling to most, though everyone in the Arya family—except Natasha—understood the truth behind the circumstances.
After Vidyut departed, Grandpa sank into his chair, clutching his head in despair. His last effort to bring Maya back had failed, and he felt the sorrow of losing both his eldest grandson and granddaughter. Yet, there was an underlying anger towards Maya. In Grandpa's mind, she had sent Vidyut away, adding to his frustration.
With a defeated sigh, Grandpa leaned on his walking stick and retreated to his study. If Vidyut claimed custody of Ayansh using the legal documents, it would be impossible to stop him. Resigned, Grandpa accepted the situation with a heavy heart.
In the quiet that followed, Zara and Natasha exchanged sly smiles, their ambitions fueled by Maya’s departure. To them, Ayansh’s absence meant one thing: full control of the Arya estate, the key to unfathomable wealth. They were ready to step into the world’s elite, fueled by greed.
After the dust had settled, Natasha turned to Zara. “Mom, I haven’t been able to reach Uncle Mahesh since last night. Have you spoken with him?”
Zara froze, recalling her last encounter with her brother. The previous night, under the influence of drugs and ambition, she had sent Mahesh to take advantage of Maya. Mahesh, Natasha’s maternal uncle—and technically Maya’s as well—had been dispatched with cruel intentions, revealing the depths of Zara and Natasha’s ruthlessness. They were like wolves circling Maya from a young age, their hunger for power relentless.
Picking up her phone, Zara dialed Mahesh’s number. “No, Natasha. No word from Mahesh since last night. I have no idea if he managed to do anything to Maya.”
On the other side of the mansion, Vidyut approached Ayansh’s room. He knocked several times, but the silence persisted. Just as he was about to knock again, Zara and Natasha arrived, and Zara held out the master key with a sly smile.
“Mr. Singhania,” she said, her voice dripping with false sincerity. “Ayansh won’t open the door. You may need this to get inside.”
Vidyut glanced at Natasha coldly, his dark eyes assessing her with disdain as she flushed under his gaze. Without a word, he signaled for her to put the key down. Confused and slightly insulted, Zara complied, placing the key on a nearby table. Rocky, Vidyut’s trusted aide, picked it up and unlocked Ayansh’s door.
Before stepping inside, Vidyut turned back to Natasha, his tone sharp and icy. “Next time, keep in mind that both of you could end up the same way as that girl—and the hotel.” The warning was clear: Vidyut knew who had arranged for the girl to show up at his suite in Frankfurt, and he would tolerate no more games.
As he entered Ayansh’s room, Rocky delivered his own parting words to Zara and Natasha. “You’d best stay clear of Madam Maya and the young master. Consider yourselves warned.” The mother-daughter duo, once smirking, now stood silent, rage burning beneath their humiliated expressions.
In the wreckage of Ayansh’s room, Vidyut surveyed the scattered objects with cool detachment. Broken vases, overturned furniture—none of it stirred him. He stood still, his gaze cold and calculating, until he heard the sound of muffled sobs.
From a corner of the room, Ayansh’s voice trembled, raw with heartbreak. “Mamma, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I love you. Please…come back. I can’t live without you.”
Listening to Ayansh’s desperate words, Vidyut’s fists clenched tightly.
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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...
