Pratham and Neeraj clutched their heads, each wincing from a sudden, sharp pain before collapsing in unison to the ground, unconscious.
Behind them stood a man in a white shirt, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he surveyed his handiwork—the same man who had struck them down with a club.
Adjusting his basketball cap with a sly smirk, the white-shirted figure remarked,
“I thought I’d have to drag you out of hell, Pratham. But here you are, right on earth!”
He cast a cold, lingering glance at Pratham and Neeraj before signaling to the black-suited bodyguards flanking him.
Ingima Villa
Vidyut led Maya into the dining area.
A heavy silence lingered between them, unbroken since they had left the room.
Vidyut broke the quiet by pulling out a chair. “Sit,” he said.
Maya glanced at the chair, then at him. His gesture was gentlemanly, but the impassive expression on his handsome face lent an air of arrogance to his courtesy.
After a pause, Maya took her seat.
Servants surrounded them, all visibly stunned by Vidyut’s behavior. Never had they imagined seeing a woman with their notorious boss, let alone in his villa—and now, not only had one appeared and entered his bedroom, but the devil himself was drawing out a chair for her.
This transformation—devil into angel—was nothing short of a disaster in their eyes.
Once Maya was seated, Vidyut settled into the head chair.
At his nod, the servants began serving dinner.
Noticing their surprise as they served Vidyut, Maya asked, “You haven’t had dinner yet?”
“No,” he replied.
Maya’s eyebrows knit together. She had assumed Vidyut had already eaten, as she’d found him and Ayansh enjoying ice cream when she arrived.
She pressed, “Has Ayansh eaten?”
“He has,” Vidyut answered flatly.
Maya hesitated before asking, “Why didn’t you dine with him?”
Vidyut met her gaze coolly. “I wanted to have dinner with you. That’s why I didn’t join that greedy boy.”
Maya said nothing more and began to eat in silence.
Vidyut, too, started his meal, his eyes never leaving her.
Midway through dinner, Maya asked, “Why do you call Ayansh greedy?”
“Because he’s greedy. Like you.”
Maya stopped eating.
She looked at Vidyut, her eyes calm.
Leaning back in her chair, she smiled faintly. “And why do you think I’m greedy?”
Vidyut mirrored her posture. His mesmerizing blue eyes remained fixed on hers as he countered, “Don’t you know why I called you greedy?”
Maya’s smile turned knowing. “Because I want Dream Emperor.”
Vidyut listened but said nothing.
Maya’s lips curled with subtle sarcasm.
“Seven years ago, didn’t you want the Singhania industry? Didn’t you work hard to get it? If I want Dream Emperor, what’s wrong with that? How am I greedy? It’s my right. No one can take it from me. If anyone tries, I’ll erase their existence.”
Vidyut remained expressionless, his gaze steady.
Maya’s smile and calm demeanor belied the dominance in her words.
After a long moment, Vidyut asked coolly, “Do you really want only Dream Emperor?”
Maya’s smile faltered, her expression suddenly complex.
Meanwhile, in a Dark Room
Pratham and Neeraj were bound to chairs, blood trickling from their heads, tracing paths down their faces and chins before dripping to the floor.
Nearly half an hour later, Pratham stirred, gradually opening his eyes. At first, everything was a blur, but as he focused, his gaze settled on the white-shirted man before him.
“Happy death day, Pratham!”
Pratham’s brow furrowed in confusion.
He asked, stunned, “Rocky! Why did you kidnap me?”
Rocky grinned wickedly. “The boss has unfinished business with you, Pratham. He told me to find you and bring you to him. That’s why you’re here.”
Rocky’s mention of “the boss” pointed to Vidyut.
At Vidyut’s name, Pratham’s face darkened.
He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated, falling silent.
Rocky laughed at his hesitation. “Don’t worry, Pratham! The boss won’t kill you. But he won’t let you go, either.”
He drew out the last words with sarcasm.
Pratham glared coldly. “Has your tongue gotten sharper, Rocky? Have you forgotten who I am?”
Rocky burst into laughter as if he’d heard a joke.
His laughter was interrupted as the door swung open.
Vidyut stood in the doorway.
Both Rocky and Pratham paled, their faces filling with fear.
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What will happen next…?
To find out…
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...
