His Enigmatic bride

(Chapter - 58)

When Maya gave her answer, Vidyut’s arm slipped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

She found herself pressed to his chest, surrounded by his warmth.

He drew her closer still, fingers threading through her hair in a slow, absent caress.

It had been years since peace had touched Maya’s life—yet here it was again, quietly finding her in Vidyut’s arms.

There were nights when the shadows of her past still crept into her dreams, bringing back horrors she had fought hard to bury. Those dreams had stolen more of her calm than anything else ever could.

Even though she braced herself for them every night before closing her eyes, she would always wake with that familiar undercurrent of fear and restlessness.

Every such morning reminded her how truly alone she was in the world—a loneliness she had grown used to. But today was different. Today, after one of those nightmares, someone was here. Someone who didn’t demand explanations, who simply stayed and offered quiet comfort.

Maya didn’t entirely understand what she felt. All she knew was that, stripped of all attachments, gain, or loss, the feeling was… good.

Vidyut’s rough fingers sifted through her silken hair as he asked, his voice and strikingly handsome face both unreadable,
“Now tell me—what have you decided about us?”

She was silent for a moment before replying,
“I need six months. To put everything in order. To bring it all under my control.”

A long pause. Then, in a tone as cool as stone, he simply said,
“Alright.”

The words settled between them like a heavy curtain.

Nearly ten minutes passed before Maya spoke again.
“I should go. There’s a meeting at the company today. Pointless, but I have to attend.”

Understanding, Vidyut loosened his hold.

She drew the blanket tighter around herself and sat up.

He leaned back with both hands behind his head, his gaze fixed—calm, expressionless—on her bare back, pale skin marked red from the trail of his lips the night before.

She didn’t move. Not because she didn’t want to—she simply didn’t know how.

Most of her clothes were outside. At the moment, she had none. Neither did he. Even wrapped in the blanket, she couldn’t quite bring herself to get out of bed.

Her eyes wandered around the room, then landed on his trousers lying on the floor.

She bit her lip, memories of last night flashing through her mind unbidden.

Her cheeks and ears warmed at the thought.

Forcing the images aside, she glanced at him from under her lashes and murmured,
“Why don’t you put your pants on?”

Vidyut caught the flush on her face, his lips curving into a lazy, crooked smile. He didn’t speak.

Instead, after letting his eyes linger on her for a moment, he rose—like an obedient husband—and began to dress right there in front of her.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. She turned her face away at once, shutting her eyes tight.

The sight had made her blush like a child who had stumbled onto something far too scandalous.

Fastening the button, he asked in a tone of pure innocence,
“What is it? Did you not like it? I was only doing what you asked. Why look away? Is there something wrong with my body?”