His Enigmatic bride

(Chapter - 57)

Vidyut lifted his gaze to meet Maya’s.

Her beautiful, flushed face carried a trace of unease.

Before he could speak, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

Her soft curves pressed into the unyielding lines of his body, and for a moment, Vidyut went still—caught off guard by the contrast. But only for a moment. Then, without hesitation, he gathered her fully into his embrace.

She said nothing, yet he could read her silence. She was uncomfortable here. Even in the absence of others, the air weighed heavily on her.

Without a word, Vidyut swept her into his arms and carried her to the glass room nearby.

Inside, a large king-sized bed waited in the middle of the transparent space.

He laid her down gently.

The instant her back touched the mattress, Maya pulled the blanket over herself in a swift, almost defensive gesture.

Vidyut didn’t comment—his unwavering, intense gaze stayed on her flushed face, watching her every breath.

He unfastened the button of his trousers. The moment her eyes caught the movement, she quickly shut them, a strange, overwhelming shyness washing over her.

When the soft click of the zipper reached her ears, her fists tightened around the blanket.

Her usual calm, confident expression had dissolved entirely into nervousness. Last night had been different—blurred by the haze of alcohol. But tonight… tonight, she was entirely aware.

After blurring every glass wall around them, Vidyut calmly tugged the blanket away from her, setting it aside.

Maya instinctively curled into herself.

He came over her on the bed, drawing the blanket over them both.

When she finally summoned the courage to open her eyes, they collided with his—dark, deep, and unreadable. His handsome face betrayed nothing.

Still holding her gaze, he entwined his fingers with hers and pressed her hands gently but firmly to the bed.

Her lashes fluttered.

Then, in a low, resonant voice, he asked, “Do you want a family?”

The single word family stirred something deep within her. Since her mother’s death, that sense of belonging had never returned.

Yes, she had two brothers, a father, a grandfather, even a maternal grandfather. But in truth, she had been alone all her life. Most people around her were selfish, and those who weren’t—she had kept at arm’s length.

Her mother’s death had built an invisible barrier around her—one no one had ever broken through. Not even Ayansh.

Reading the hesitation in her eyes, Vidyut pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and, in that same steady voice, said, “Don’t worry. If you don’t want a family—if you don’t want children—I won’t force you. Until the day you’re ready, I’ll wait.”

His simple words carried more meaning than she could put into sentences. And she understood every one of them.

As he shifted to move away, Maya caught his hand.

He stilled, looked down at her, and said evenly, “We should use protection.”

She released his hand, but after a pause, her eyes met his again. “I think… now that I’ve made my decision, we should leave it to nature.”