She is my wife

Ankit approached a man smoking a cigarette by the roadside.

"Excuse me, sir, have you seen a girl leave the club? She's wearing black jeans, a maroon top, and white sneakers."

The man, who had been lost in thought, lifted his gaze and shot Ankit an angry look.

Ankit's eyes fell on the deep red slap marks on the man's cheeks, and he instinctively took a couple of steps back.

Though the handprints on his cheeks were small, they seemed to carry the weight of intense pain, and Ankit could sense the raw anger in the man's eyes.

It didn't take him long to figure out who was responsible.

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Ankit muttered under his breath,

"Oh God! Who's going to handle her now—this Wednesday? Ronit, you fool! I'm not letting you off easy for this. All this mess is because of you. If anything happens to Anesha, the boss will kill me."

Before he could think further, the man's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Are you looking for that crazy girl named Wednesday?"

"Yes, that's her," Ankit replied cautiously.

The man gritted his teeth and pointed toward Hotel Ring Star, his voice dripping with irritation.

"That lunatic went in there. Go get her under control before someone else loses their patience."

With a final puff of his cigarette, the man turned and swaggered toward his car.

Ankit stood frozen for a moment, watching the car disappear into the distance, a strange familiarity lingering in his mind.

After the car was out of sight, Ankit let out a long sigh, muttering,

"What a kind soul he was—poor guy! Anesha didn't even spare him. She slapped him so hard, his face is still swollen!"

He turned to his three friends to share his thoughts about Anesha when he noticed Sumit, Devansh's head of security, standing outside Hotel Ring Star.

Seeing Sumit, Ankit's brows furrowed in confusion.

At that moment, Sumit motioned toward him, as if to say,

"The boss is going to kill you soon. Prepare yourself for the worst."

Ankit's mind raced as he understood Sumit's warning. His body went cold, and the dread settled in deep.

Meanwhile,

As Devansh impaled a fork into Vaibhav's eyes, Vaibhav let out a blood-curdling scream. He squirmed in agony, but within moments, he lost consciousness.

The dining table, once a place of celebration for the Kapoor and Singhania families, had transformed into a scene of chaos and bloodshed.

After Devansh's swift and cruel act, everyone was left in stunned silence, unable to move or speak.

No one dared challenge him—least of all Vaibhav's parents, who stood frozen in horror.

The air was thick with fear, and the once grand gathering was now suffocating under the weight of violence.

Vaibhav's mother, witnessing the gruesome scene, collapsed into a fit of sobs, her cries echoing in the tense silence.

Devansh, unfazed by the chaos he had unleashed, calmly wiped the blood off his hands and shirt with a tissue.

His face remained expressionless, betraying no emotion, as he turned and walked toward Anesha.

He gently scooped her into his arms, making sure not to disturb her peaceful sleep.

With one final, disdainful glance at the onlookers, Devansh made his way toward the elevator.

This was his domain—the Hotel Ring Star was his personal territory.

As the elevator doors closed, his grandmother's stern voice called out from behind,

"Dev! Who is this girl? And are you really going through with this engagement?"

Devansh stopped in his tracks and, with a sharp turn, cast a cold look at his grandmother.

His eyes flicked briefly to Anesha before he responded in a voice that could cut through steel,

"She is my wife."

The shock in the room was palpable.

Then, turning his gaze to Hina, Devansh's lips curled into a sardonic smile as he added,

"If Miss Singhania still wishes to go through with this engagement after meeting my wife, I have no objections. Let's get it done."

Before anyone could react, Hina stepped forward, her voice steady and unwavering,

"I still wish to go ahead with the engagement."

Her words stunned everyone into silence, their disbelief palpable.

Devansh's lips twisted into a knowing smile at her response.

In a chilling voice, he issued his final command,

"Grandmother, speak to the priest and set the earliest possible date for the engagement."

The room was left in stunned silence, the Kapoor and Singhania families left reeling from the turn of events.

Ignoring the chaos he'd left behind, Devansh and Anesha disappeared into the elevator.

As the elevator ascended, Devansh's younger brother, Deepak, looked at Hina with a mocking smile and said,

"I always thought you were intelligent, Hina. But now, you've proven yourself to be the most foolish woman I've ever known. Not only do you desire an engagement with a married man, but you're also willing to bind yourself to a monster who burned his father alive and shot his brother in cold blood."

At his words, their grandmother shot Deepak a furious glare, her voice sharp and commanding,

"Deepak, control yourself!"

"Control myself? For how long, Grandma?" Deepak sneered.

"You can silence me now, but the truth will come out eventually."

Is it true that Devansh killed his father and brother? To find out...

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What will happen next?

To know…

To be continued…