Devil's Bride

Silent Longing

The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting its pale glow over two hearts separated by miles but bound by an invisible thread of longing.

In the quiet of her room, Maya lay awake on her cot, staring at the ceiling as the faint hum of crickets filled the night. Her mind refused to rest, endlessly circling back to Ayaan. He had only been gone for a week, but it felt like an eternity.

She thought of the way he used to tease her, the way his smirk danced on his lips when she blushed. She could still hear his voice, low and teasing, calling her "troublemaker" every time she challenged him. She hated how much she missed him.

Her heart ached at the memory of his sudden departure. Why didn’t he say goodbye? she wondered. Why did he leave so abruptly, as if this place meant nothing to him?

But deep down, she knew it wasn’t true. She had seen the way he looked at her, the way his cold, arrogant composure melted when they were alone. She couldn’t explain it, but something about him felt... familiar, like he was a part of her life she hadn’t known she needed.

She closed her eyes, clutching her blanket tightly. The memory of him carrying her when she twisted her leg surfaced again. His touch had been strong yet gentle, his presence reassuring. It made her feel safe, even when she didn’t fully understand why.

“I shouldn’t think about him,” she whispered to herself, but the words lacked conviction.

In the heart of Mumbai, Ayaan sat in his study, surrounded by darkness. His glass of whiskey sat untouched on the table, his fingers drumming lightly against the armrest of his chair. The city lights twinkled outside his window, but they offered no comfort.

Every time he closed his eyes, her face appeared. Maya, with her luminous eyes and her infuriating innocence, haunted him. He had left her for her own good, hadn’t he? Then why did it feel like he had carved out a piece of his soul and left it behind in that tiny village?

Ayaan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His heart felt heavy with the weight of his own decisions. He had everything—power, wealth, control. Yet, he couldn’t have the one thing he wanted most.

He thought of the way her laughter lit up a room, how her eyes sparkled when she talked about the simplest things. The purity of her joy was so unlike the cold, calculated world he inhabited. She was like a rare jewel in a sea of imitation, and he had walked away from her.

“Why did I let her go?” he muttered to himself, his voice thick with frustration.

Because he loved her. That was the bitter truth. He loved her too much to drag her into his dark, twisted world. Yet, the thought of never seeing her again was unbearable.

Maya sat by the window, gazing at the moon. It was full tonight, its glow spilling over the fields like silver ink. She wondered if Ayaan was looking at the same moon.

Ayaan stood on the balcony of his penthouse, his eyes fixed on the moon above. For the first time in years, he felt small, insignificant, as if the universe was mocking him for daring to want something pure.

Both of them, in their separate worlds, reached out in their minds, as if they could feel the other across the distance.

Maya’s Whisper

“I wonder if you ever think of me, Ayaan,” Maya murmured, her voice barely audible. “Do I even matter to someone like you?”

Ayaan’s Silent Vow

“Maya,” Ayaan whispered to the night, his voice a blend of pain and longing. “If only you knew... You’re all I think about.”

The night stretched on, binding them together in a shared silence. Neither of them knew what the future held, but for now, they clung to the fragments of memories, the unspoken words, and the ache of a love that refused to fade.