Rocky had expected a spectacle when Vidyut attempted to silence Ayanash. Yet, when nothing unfolded as he had imagined, disappointment flickered across his face.
As soon as they stepped outside Arya Mansion, both Vidyut and Ayanash spotted Maya.
She stood on the opposite side of the road, effortlessly poised against her sleek sports car. Her face was devoid of expression, an enigma in itself.
Dressed in a baggy black sweatshirt and matching cargo pants, Maya exuded an air of effortless charm and cool elegance.
A black basketball cap adorned her head, further enhancing her already striking presence.
At the sight of her, Ayanash’s voice dropped to a hushed, hesitant murmur, tinged with remorse,
“Mamma… She must be furious. I’m scared. How will I make it up to her? I spoke so harshly this morning.”
Vidyut's brows arched slightly at the boy’s confession. His voice carried a trace of sarcasm as he asked,
“Do you truly fear your mother that much, greedy boy?”
Ayanash turned to him with an unwavering gaze, his voice firm despite his young age.
“I don’t fear my mama. I respect her, okay?”
During their very first meeting, Ayanash had unabashedly demanded property from Vidyut. It was that moment which had earned him the nickname "Greedy Boy."
Maya’s gaze finally flickered toward them, her demeanor unreadable. Straightening, she stepped forward, each movement precise and deliberate.
Both hands remained tucked into her pockets. Her attire may have been casual and youthful, yet the calm intensity in her deep brown eyes reflected a mind of remarkable strength and maturity.
As always, her aura set her apart—composed, detached, and utterly unshaken.
Even in a simple black outfit, she walked with an unmistakable air of dominance. From a distance, she looked almost like a stunning, monochromatic painting—elegant yet untouchable.
Ayanash’s bright blue eyes wavered between excitement and unease as he watched her approach.
His small fingers clenched tightly around the fabric of Vidyut’s shirt, betraying his nervousness.
Yet Maya’s gaze did not seek her son; instead, it rested solely on Vidyut. The stillness of her expression masked the storm of questions and uncertainties brewing beneath the surface.
Stopping before him, she briefly cast a glance at Rocky, who stood at a calculated distance.
Rocky—Vidyut’s most trusted and formidable subordinate. To put it plainly, he was Vidyut’s third eye.
Whenever Sanjeev failed to handle a situation, Rocky was the one who took charge.
Turning back to Vidyut and Ayanash, Maya met Vidyut’s unflinching gaze. He watched her without a trace of emotion.
Before Maya could utter a word, Ayanash lowered his head, his voice trembling with sincerity,
“Mama… I am really, really sorry. Please forgive me. I don’t hate you. I didn’t mean what I said earlier—I was just upset. I love you, Mama! I can’t live without you.”
Maya regarded him silently, her expression unreadable. Yet, she did not respond.
Ayanash waited, but as minutes stretched into silence, she neither spoke nor moved to embrace him.
Ordinarily, Maya would have relented the moment Ayanash apologized. But today, her intentions seemed entirely different.
Her gaze shifted past her son and locked onto Vidyut. Her voice was steady, but beneath the composure lay a quiet storm,
“How? How did you do all this? You knew about Pratham from the very beginning, didn’t you? You pushed me to this breaking point deliberately. And now, you’ve so cleverly seized the opportunity to your advantage.”
A flicker of amusement touched Vidyut’s lips, curving them into a faint, crooked smirk—but he said nothing. He merely held her gaze in silent defiance.
Undeterred, Maya spoke again, her voice unwavering,
“And the DNA report? Was it real?”
Only then did Vidyut break his eerie silence, his voice a quiet, chilling confirmation,
“Yes. The report is absolutely real.”
At his words, Maya’s calm eyes darkened. This was impossible.
Suppressing the turmoil within, she demanded, her tone steady,
“But how? Ayanash is Pratham’s…”
Before she could finish, Vidyut leaned in, his voice a low, glacial whisper against her ear,
“Become more ruthless. More fearless. Only then will you become the most powerful.”
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What will happen next?
To know…
To be continued…
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His 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...
