Devil's Bride

The End

Even after all these years, Maya and Ayaan's love stood as timeless as ever. Their bond had only deepened with the passing days, weathering trials and triumphs alike. To Ayaan, Maya was still his little wife—the one who had turned his once tumultuous world into a haven of peace and warmth. For Maya, Ayaan remained her everything—her protector, her partner, and the man who made her heart race even after a decade of togetherness.

Their shared life was filled with countless moments of affection and teasing that kept their relationship alive and vibrant. Ayaan, despite his commanding aura in the outside world, would drop everything at home to help Maya with the smallest tasks, even if it was as mundane as peeling fruit for her. “My queen deserves royal treatment,” he’d quip, earning a playful glare from her.

Maya, on the other hand, found joy in the simple ways she could still fluster him. Whether it was the way she looked at him with those innocent, love-filled eyes or the way she still blushed at his compliments, she remained the one person who could disarm the unshakable Ayaan Rathore.

Their children, Ayaansh and Arya, often teased them about their undying romance. “You two act like teenagers,” Ayaansh, now a spirited young boy, would groan while rolling his eyes, only for Arya to chime in with a cheeky, “Papa loves Mama too much!”

Ayaan’s response was always the same—a smirk and a simple, unabashed declaration: “Your mother is my life.”

Even during their quiet moments, sitting together in the garden or walking hand-in-hand along the beach, their connection was palpable. Maya often marveled at how, no matter how much time had passed, Ayaan still looked at her with the same intensity—the same unwavering devotion that made her feel cherished beyond measure.

And for Ayaan, no matter how busy life became, coming home to Maya’s warm smile and gentle embrace was all he ever needed. She was his anchor, his sanctuary, and his world.

Their love was the kind that people dreamed of—timeless, enduring, and rooted in a bond that neither time nor circumstance could weaken. It was a love story that they continued to write every single day, with every stolen glance, every shared laugh, and every whispered promise.