His Enigmatic bride

Chapter - 51

Vidyut rose from his seat and leaned in close to Maya’s ear. In a low, deliberate tone, he whispered,
“Take Ayansh to my bedroom. I’ll love you later.”

The moment those words reached her ears, Maya shot him a cold, piercing stare. When had she ever told him she wanted his love?

From the moment she arrived, Vidyut hadn’t shown even a flicker of surprise. His handsome face had remained completely unreadable, as if he’d known all along that she would come. Perhaps that’s why he had sent Sanjeev to pick her up in the first place.

Maya took a quiet, steadying breath. She wasn’t about to let Vidyut’s words rattle her.

In a calm, composed voice, she asked,
“Where is your bedroom?”

Vidyut didn’t respond. Instead, he simply turned his eyes toward Sanjeev.

Catching his silent cue, Sanjeev stepped forward and said politely,
“Lady Boss, please come with me. I’ll show you the way to the boss’s room.”

Before following him, Maya allowed her sharp gaze to sweep across the living area.

Her eyes had always been keen—far more perceptive than most. She had a natural instinct for reading spaces and sensing the energy around her.

And in one swift glance, she caught sight of it—a shadow lurking behind the pillar.

Perhaps that was why Vidyut had insisted she take Ayansh to the bedroom.

After briefly observing the black figure, Maya glanced at Vidyut one last time. Then, without a word, she turned and followed Sanjeev in silence.

She had no intention of interfering in Vidyut’s personal affairs. Which is why she asked him nothing about the hidden figure.

Vidyut stood motionless, his expression unchanged, watching her retreat until she vanished from sight.

It was only when Sanjeev returned from escorting her that Vidyut finally tore his gaze away.

Since arriving at Ingima Villa, he’d felt a presence—an unsettling sense that someone had been watching him.

He had ignored it at first. But now, when that person seemed bold enough to flirt with death, Vidyut had decided to acknowledge his existence.

Behind the pillar, the dwarf-like figure smirked with satisfaction, eyes gleaming as he stared at the papers in his hand. His round eyes glinted with a triumph akin to someone who had just stolen the Kohinoor diamond.

It was said that no one had ever succeeded in spying on Vidyut Singhania. Those who tried were erased from existence. Yet this dwarf had not only monitored him for ten long hours—he had even managed to steal the confidential DNA reports from Vidyut’s personal locker. Reports meant to be read once and returned.

Chuckling under his breath, the little man muttered proudly to himself,
“Brilliant! You’ve outdone yourself today. After this, your name will shine brighter than Robert Hanssen’s in the world of espionage. All that’s left is to escape this devil’s fortress. Then the world will finally recognize your greatness—and no one will ever mock your height again.”

The dwarf, busy singing praises of his own greatness, turned around with a smug grin. But the very moment his eyes landed on the figure behind him... he froze.

Right there, standing a breath away, was Vidyut—hands casually tucked into his pockets, his piercing gaze fixed upon the dwarf. Beside him stood Sanjeev, silent as ever.

The moment Vidyut's presence registered, the color drained from the dwarf’s face. It was as though he had seen death itself. His tiny limbs began to tremble uncontrollably, and he instinctively pressed himself against a nearby pillar, hoping to disappear.