Mumbai â Moonlight Hotel
Rudraksh's words were getting on Haya's nerves. Frustrated and on the verge of losing her composure, she snapped, "I want to go home, Rudraksh Shekhawat! Can't you hear me?"
Without even flinching, Rudraksh replied calmly yet firmly, "No, I can't. And you're not going anywhere until this deal is finalized. You'll stay right here."
Haya, gritting her teeth, retorted in a lower voice, "Fine. I'll sit here. But let me make one thing clearâI am not one of your mistresses whom you can just parade around and seat here like this in public."
Hearing this, Rudraksh's expression turned cold. He stood up, grabbed Haya by her hair, and pulled her face dangerously close to his. His voice was low, yet each word was laced with authority and menace as he said, "You're my wife, and that's the only reason you're allowed to sit here. If you were a mistress, I would have shown you the difference between a mistress and a wife by now."
Saying this, he pushed her back with a slight force. Though subtle, the anger in his actions was unmistakable. It was now abundantly clear to anyone observing that neither Rudraksh nor Haya had willingly agreed to this marriage.
Meanwhile, the women seated nearby were watching the entire exchange intently, trying to seize the opportunity to make the situation work in their favor. Rudraksh, sensing their gaze, turned to them and said, his voice sharp and commanding, "Why has everyone gone silent? Why are your tongues tied all of a sudden?"
His voice was filled with such intensity that the women quickly looked away, and the room fell back into motion. Discussions resumed, and within minutes, the deal was finalizedâyet another successful negotiation under Rudraksh's name.
Standing with an air of authority, Rudraksh declared, "These drugs should be shipped out by tomorrow. Once they're gone, you can talk to me about what's next."
With that, he picked up his drink and took a sip. As he did, he noticed a woman across the room staring at him with a sly smile. The same woman soon approached him, her steps slow and deliberate. Coming to stand beside him, she leaned in slightly and said, "Judging by the irritation in your eyes, it seems your wife doesn't do a very good job of keeping you happy."
Rudraksh let out a low chuckle, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. "Not happy, sweetheartâshe doesn't keep me happy at all."
As he said this, he turned his head slightly, his eyes landing on Haya, who sat silently with her head lowered, her face betraying no emotion.
Haya, however, was seething inside. She had reached her breaking point. Each word Rudraksh uttered felt like a deliberate attempt to insult her, to push her further down a pit of humiliation.
The woman, emboldened by Rudraksh's response, leaned in closer. With a teasing smile, she ran her finger along the side of his neck and whispered seductively, "So, what do you think? Maybe you should try something new for a change?"
The room was silent, every gaze fixed on Rudraksh and the bold woman beside him. No one dared to intervene, waiting instead to see what the ever-unpredictable Rudraksh Shekhawat would do next.
Even with his wife sitting mere feet away, Rudraksh seemed unbothered by the impropriety of the situation. However, just as the woman moved closer, her intentions clear, Rudraksh suddenly grabbed her finger and twisted it back sharply.
Her scream echoed through the room, loud and piercing, shattering the tension.
Smiling coldly, Rudraksh leaned in close to the woman and said, "Rudraksh Shekhawat is loyal to only one womanâand that's his girlfriend, Sophia. No one else has the right to come near me or touch me."
His words were spoken with deliberate emphasis, each syllable calculated to pierce through Haya's heart. Rudraksh didn't care about the woman he had just humiliated; his real target was Haya. He wanted her to hear every word, to feel every ounce of the pain he was inflicting on her.
Haya glanced at the men seated across the room. Their eyes now carried a look she despisedâa gaze that reduced her to nothing more than an object, a woman stripped of dignity. And why wouldn't they? Rudraksh had openly displayed his complete lack of interest in his wife. He had humiliated her so thoroughly that they felt justified in looking at her with such disrespect.
It was the final straw. Haya could no longer tolerate the humiliation. Her hands clenched into fists, her body trembling with anger. In a swift motion, she shoved Rudraksh hard, pushing him back. "Enough!" she yelled, her voice shaking with suppressed rage. Then, without sparing him another glance, she stormed out of the room.
Rudraksh stood still, watching her retreating figure with an inscrutable expression. The room was eerily silent, and after a few seconds, he sighed deeply, breaking the tense atmosphere. "Anything else?" he asked, his tone casual as if nothing had happened.
A man seated nearby chuckled softly and said, "Boss, if you're not interested in your wife, I'd gladly take her off your hands. Name your priceâwhatever you want, I'll pay it." His eyes glinted with malice, a smirk playing on his lips.
The audacity of the comment hung in the air like a bitter taste. Rudraksh scanned the room, his expression unreadable. His piercing gaze moved from the man to the drugs and diamonds laid out on the table. Without saying a word, he pulled out his phone and dialed Max.
Moments later, Max arrived and began packing up the drugs and diamonds, his movements swift and efficient. The man, still smirking, leaned forward and said, "Boss, you still haven't answered my question."
Rudraksh slowly tilted his head, his gaze locking onto the man with chilling intensity. Then, without warning, he pulled out his gun and fired a shot at the wall beside him.
The deafening sound echoed through the room, silencing every breath. Everyone froze, stunned by the sudden violence. Before anyone could process what had just happened, Rudraksh's calm voice cut through the tension like a blade.
"You see," he said, his tone laced with menace, "I could've killed you the moment you dared to lay those filthy eyes on my wife. But Rudraksh Shekhawat does everything with patience. Isn't that right?"
A dark, unsettling smile spread across his face as he laughed softly. The room, filled with hardened criminals, was now gripped by an unnatural stillness. Every eye was on Rudraksh, and every face reflected a mixture of fear and disbelief.
Rudraksh's laughter, however, was devoid of warmth. It sent chills down spines, leaving the men to wonder if they were dealing with a man or a monster.
Without another word, Rudraksh turned and walked toward the exit. Just as he shut the door behind him, a loud explosion shook the building. The blast's force silenced everythingâevery voice, every thought, every movement.
Moments later, the eerie quiet returned, broken only by the sound of Rudraksh's chilling laughter. "Meeting's over, guys," he said, his voice echoing faintly in the distance.
Even the guard stationed by the door, a man who looked like a bodybuilder, was visibly trembling. His face had turned pale, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.
Rudraksh turned to him, his eyes cold and merciless. "Clean this mess up," he ordered in a tone that allowed no argument. "Get this place renovated immediately."
With that, Rudraksh walked away, leaving the guard rooted to the spot, his body frozen in fear. The guard had heard countless stories about Rudraksh Shekhawat, tales of his ruthlessness and power. But today, seeing him in person, he realized that the man's reputation didn't even begin to capture the true terror he inspired.
Moonlight Hotel
Garden
Haya was struggling to hold back her tears, trying not to let the storm of emotions consume her. Just then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw Sofia staring at her with an expression of mock sympathy, her eyes full of pity that felt more like poison.
"What happened, babygirl?" Sofia asked in a low, mocking tone. "Did Rudraksh finally show you your place? So sad! But honestly, this was bound to happen. After all, his heart, his mind, his entire life belongs to me, Sofia. Always has, always will. And you?" Sofia laughed bitterly. "Well, Rudraksh must think of you as so... cheap, considering he actually brought you to a place like this. He'd never bring me here, you know. Never."
Haya remained silent, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. But the truth of the situation stung. What Sofia didn't know was that Rudraksh wasn't just an ordinary manâhe was a gangster. A man with secrets darker than the night, a man who understood the true nature of the people here and the danger they represented. He had never brought Sofia to this place, not because she was special, but because she was disposable.
Haya, however, was different. She was his wifeâthe only person he had ever dared to reveal his darkest truth to. The weight of that realization hung heavy on her heart, but she stood firm, unwilling to let Sofia's venomous words wound her further.
With a deep breath, Haya finally spoke, her voice low but steady. "I don't have time to argue with someone as pathetic as you," she said, her tone laced with quiet disdain. "You see, whether a wife is chosen out of love or forced upon a man, a wife is still a wife. And a girlfriend, no matter how lovingly she is brought into a man's life, will always remain... the other woman."
Haya stepped closer to Sofia, her gaze piercing. "Do you know what they call a woman like you? The one who tries to drive a wedge between a husband and wife?" She paused, letting her words sink in. "They call her the other woman. The insignificant one."
With that, Haya turned on her heels and walked away, leaving Sofia standing there speechless, her smirk wiped clean off her face. Haya's words echoed in her mind like a slap, a sharp reminder of the place she truly held in Rudraksh's life.
As Haya stormed off toward the car, her anger flaring, she collided with none other than Rudraksh, who had just arrived in the garden. Without sparing him a glance, she brushed past him and got into the car, slamming the door shut. Rudraksh, unfazed, cast a brief look at Sofia before walking over to her. Leaning in close, he said in a calm, measured tone, "I'll see you tomorrow at the office. It's getting late, and I'm heading home now."
Sofia, caught off guard, could only nod as Rudraksh turned to leave. But just as he was about to step away, he paused and asked, "By the way, who did you come with?"
Sofia hesitated for a moment, then replied softly, "I came in my own car."
Rudraksh's expression didn't change as he said, "Good. I'll follow you from behind to make sure you leave safely." Without waiting for a response, he walked away, taking charge of the driver's seat of his car.
Inside the car, Haya sat stiffly, her eyes fixed on the world outside the window, trying to calm the storm inside her.
Rudraksh's voice broke the silence. "So, sweetheart, how did you like the party?" he asked with a hint of amusement, as if he was taunting her.
Haya, without turning to face him, replied with a bitter smile. "Until now, I only regretted marrying you because you're a disgusting, lowly human being. But today, I realized you're more than just disgustingâyou're a murderer, a monster who thrives on blood and filth. You're involved in illegal trades that ruin people's livesâselling drugs that destroy the youth, striking diamond deals that rob honest people of their dreams. People who see you as a role model, thinking you're a brilliant businessman, have no idea they're worshipping the devil himself. And what about the women in your life, Rudraksh?" She turned to face him, her voice rising with anger. "Looking at you, I wouldn't be surprised if you're involved in trafficking too. How many women have you sold, Rudraksh?"
Her words were like venom, cutting deep as they spilled out in a furious rush. But the moment the car came to an abrupt halt, Haya snapped out of her rage.
She looked over at Rudraksh and froze. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. His eyes burned like hot embers, their intensity enough to make her heart skip a beat. For the first time, she had seen anger in its purest, most terrifying form etched across his face.
She realized she had crossed a line. She had said too much.
The silence in the car was suffocating.
What would Rudraksh do now? How would he respond to Haya's accusations?
To find out, stay tuned for the next chapter of The Devil's Sweet.
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