When Vidyut stepped into his room, Maya was nowhere to be found. Only Ayansh lay soundly asleep on the bed.
The pillow beside Ayansh was slightly askew.
With imperturbable calm, Vidyut straightened the pillows.
Seeing the balcony door locked from the inside, Vidyut exited the room.
Outside, a brief query to the servant revealed that Maya had gone to the indoor swimming pool. Vidyut proceeded there.
Entering the pool area, Vidyut’s gaze landed on Maya and his steps faltered.
He stood at the pool’s edge, observing her in quiet fascination. His eyes, deep and intent, studied her as one might a rare work of art.
Maya lay on her back at the very bottom of the deep pool, her beautiful eyes closed, her face serene and utterly relaxed.
Even in that submerged position, her body exuded tranquility.
The pool water was perfectly still. Maya’s long, silky black hair fanned out around her head on the pool floor.
Vidyut regarded her from head to toe, his expression as unreadable as ever.
She wore a black body-fit inner and shorts. Resting peacefully, she resembled a beautiful ocean queen.
Seconds, then minutes passed—one, then two, then two and a half, then five. Still, Maya’s body remained motionless. She lay at the bottom, eyes closed, immersed in her own calm.
She had been underwater for five minutes without pause. Yet Vidyut’s face betrayed no reaction. He stood, hands elegantly tucked into his pockets, watching her with detached interest.
It is said that those who master meditation and discipline gain extraordinary control over their bodies and minds. Some can even regulate their body temperature and remain submerged for extended periods. Maya was one such person. She could stay underwater effortlessly, like a silent water nymph.
At the six-minute mark, Vidyut stepped into the pool.
Earlier, his T-shirt had been spattered with Pratham’s blood, so he had already removed it.
He entered the water shirtless.
Maya sensed the disturbance in the water, but kept her eyes closed. Perhaps she already knew it was Vidyut.
The pool was truly deep—nearly twice Vidyut’s height. Yet neither he nor Maya seemed troubled by the depth.
Within moments, Vidyut was beside her at the bottom.
Gazing at her with unwavering focus, he lay down beside her on his stomach.
Maya still did not open her eyes.
Vidyut, with his rough fingers, gently traced the delicate contours of her face, then began to write patterns on her cheek.
On her soft skin, he traced: “My arms can give you more comfort than this water, my greedy wifey.”
Understanding the message, Maya opened her eyes.
Even underwater, her clear, light brown eyes shimmered.
Her gaze met Vidyut’s handsome face.
As their eyes locked, Vidyut pulled her close by the waist.
Her hair floated around her face in ethereal strands.
Vidyut turned, drawing her onto himself so that his muscular back was against the floor, and she lay atop him.
Maya placed her hands on his broad chest. Even in that position, she could feel his strong, V-shaped abs beneath her soft body.
With gentle fingers, Vidyut brushed her hair behind her ears.
Maya studied his face closely, every angle and line uniquely striking.
Vidyut’s hand slid around her delicate neck.
Even underwater, his touch sent a shiver through her. Maya closed her eyes again.
Watching her, Vidyut captured her thin, red lips with his own.
Maya did not respond to his deep kiss, but her grip on his abs tightened.
Vidyut kissed her with growing passion, his hunger intensifying with each passing second.
Guiding her to the shallower end, he pressed her against the wall. Their bodies remained submerged, but their heads broke the surface.
Vidyut’s hands gripped her slender waist as her legs wrapped tightly around him.
Her arms encircled his strong neck.
Both kept their eyes closed as they kissed.
After a deep, breathless moment, Vidyut released her lips.
Maya took a deep breath and rested her forehead on his shoulder, eyes still closed.
Vidyut brushed his warm lips against her cheek and murmured in a deep, magnetic voice, “You don’t know how to kiss, do you?”
Maya opened her eyes, unable to deny the truth.
She had no experience in such matters. Love and relationships had never held meaning for her. To her, love was a joke, and relationships a waste of time.
She met his piercing blue eyes and said, “I have no experience in this field. Whatever I know, I’ve learned from biology books. But you—you seem well experienced. Have you done all this with someone else before?”
As she asked, her eyes darkened. Imagining him with another girl, though she wasn’t sure of her own feelings, felt unacceptable.
Vidyut regarded her impassively. “No,” he said flatly. “Everything I’ve tried, I’ve only tried with you. Only you are the girl I want to be intimate with, to get close to, to sleep with, to kiss. You affect me. Since the beginning, only you have made me lose my self-control. I like your delicate body. I feel comfort when you’re in my arms. I find satisfaction in being intimate with you. Your moan is like music to me. I don’t like your tears, but even your sobbing on the bed feels good to me.”
Maya’s eyebrows drew together. Her forehead creased, and her face flushed crimson.
Vidyut’s lips curled with surprise and interest at her shyness.
Rubbing his nose against hers, he murmured in a deep, attractive voice, “Interesting. I didn’t expect my fearless, daring wifey to be so shy. You’re blushing just from my words. What will happen with you in bed? Today, at least, you’re fully conscious.”
Maya’s face grew even redder. No one had ever spoken to her like this before. Coming from someone as cold as Vidyut, it was entirely unexpected.
She swallowed nervously, realizing for the first time how shy she truly was. Vidyut’s warm breath on her face made her restless. Words failed her.
Changing the subject, she asked, “That wasn’t an answer to my question. Tell me, where did you learn to kiss? How are your skills so good?”
After a pause, Vidyut answered simply, “I don’t know where I learned it. When I see you, it just happens automatically. I don’t know how, but it does.”
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What will happen next…?
To Know…
To be continued…
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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...
