Devil's Bride

A Lover's Patience

Ayaan’s sleek black SUV sped through the winding streets of Mumbai, heading back toward the Raichand mansion. The night sky was ink-dark, scattered with faint stars, but Ayaan’s mind was elsewhere. He had promised Maya an unforgettable evening, and nothing was going to stop him from fulfilling that vow.

Or so he thought.

Halfway to his destination, a sudden screech of tires and the glaring headlights of multiple vehicles blocked the road ahead. Ayaan’s sharp instincts flared as the SUV came to an abrupt halt. His head of security, seated in the passenger seat, turned to him. “Sir, it’s an ambush.”

Ayaan’s jaw tightened, his dark eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. He stepped out of the car calmly, his bodyguards quickly following suit. The group of armed men approaching looked prepared for a fight.

“Who sent you?” Ayaan demanded, his voice cold and commanding, carrying the weight of his mafia roots.

One of the attackers smirked. “Someone who thinks the Raichand empire needs a little lesson in humility.”

Ayaan tilted his head slightly, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. “Is that so?”

Before the man could reply, Ayaan moved with the precision of a trained soldier. In a flash, he disarmed the closest attacker, using his weapon against him. The fight erupted into chaos as Ayaan and his guards took on the group of assailants.

Every movement of Ayaan’s was calculated and powerful. His punches landed with bone-crushing force, his kicks swift and unrelenting. He ducked and weaved through the chaos, his reflexes sharper than any of his opponents’. Even the most seasoned fighters among the attackers stood no chance against his tactical brilliance and raw strength.

One by one, the assailants fell, but not without cost. In the heat of the fight, a sharp pain shot through Ayaan’s left arm. He glanced down to see blood trickling from a bullet wound near his shoulder.

“Sir, you’re hit!” one of his guards shouted, rushing to his side.

Ayaan waved him off, his grip on his weapon unwavering. “It’s nothing. Focus on the fight.”

With a final, powerful blow to the leader of the attackers, the ambush was quelled. The remaining men retreated, leaving behind their injured and defeated comrades.

Breathing heavily but standing tall, Ayaan surveyed the aftermath. His guards hurried to secure the area and call for medical assistance, but Ayaan remained unfazed.

Minutes later, they reached the hospital despite Ayaan’s protests. The doctors insisted on examining him, but to Ayaan, the bullet wound was just a “warrior’s mark,” a testament to his resilience and strength.

As the doctor worked on his wound, Ayaan’s thoughts drifted to Maya. Despite the pain, a faint smile tugged at his lips. Nothing would keep him from returning to her.

“She’ll probably scold me for being reckless,” he muttered to himself, amused at the thought.

But deep down, he knew Maya’s worry and care would soothe even the fiercest of battles. And for her, he would face a thousand more ambushes without hesitation.

Maya had been humming softly in the quiet halls of the Raichand mansion when Priya rushed into the room. Her face was pale, and her voice wavered as she said, “Maya, something has happened to Ayaan.”

Maya froze, her heart skipping a beat. “What? What do you mean? Is he hurt?”

Priya hesitated before responding, “He’s at the hospital. I heard Ajay talking with father.Ajay is on his way there. I thought you should know.”