Chapter 26: I'll make you moan my name

Jannat Villa, Mumbai

Garden

Haya's eyes flared with anger as she spoke through gritted teeth. "Control your tongue, or else one day I'll lose my temper and the first thing I'll cut off will be your tongue!"

Rudraksh, staring at her with his deep, penetrating eyes, smirked. "Someone who isn't even worthy of standing in front of me dares to talk about cutting my tongue? Be careful, Haya. In your attempt to silence me, you might find yourself surrendering to me instead."

Haya crossed her arms, tilting her head with amusement. "Oh, Mr. Rudraksh Shekhawat, you have such a massive misunderstanding about yourself. Looks like you've never met a woman who can match your arrogance. That's why your ego is overflowing like a bucket filled to the brim. But don't worry, I'll shatter it in no time."

Rudraksh chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing over her thigh through the fabric of her lehenga. His touch was slow, deliberate. "So much confidence," he murmured. "I've told you a thousand times before, you're not even capable of standing on the same level as me. And let me remind you—whether you like it or not, you are my wife, even if it's against your will. I am Rudraksh Shekhawat, a man born to rule. The world bows before me, and my ego isn't just a personality trait, it's a crown. And as for breaking it?" His voice dropped lower, eyes gleaming with dominance. "No one has been born yet who can even come close to challenging it, let alone destroying it."

Haya's lips curled into a smile. "Oh really? Then step out of your dream world, Rudraksh. Because the woman who will crush that ego of yours is standing right in front of you—Haya Diwan."

Rudraksh raised an eyebrow, amused at her stubbornness. "How childish," he remarked. "You forget what you think, what you do, and yet, I forgive you—out of pity, as if you're a mental patient in need of help."

Haya shot him a sharp glare before smirking. "Shall I give you a shock?" she mused. "No, why ask? I'll give it anyway. Do you know your beloved girlfriend left me a gift?"

Rudraksh's gaze flickered to the gift she pointed at, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh wow," he drawled. "You should be happy. No, wait—I should be happy too. Isn't it ironic? The two of you seem to love each other more than you ever loved me. How poetic." He chuckled mockingly. "This must be the first time in history that a girlfriend has given a gift to her husband's wife. Who knows? Maybe you two are le—"

Before he could finish, Haya's eyes burned with fury. "Rudraksh," she warned, her voice low and dangerous. "If you dare use that filthy word for me, I swear I'll break your face right here and now, you disgusting man!"

Rudraksh merely smirked, watching her with lazy amusement. "You keep calling me names, Haya," he mused, "but have I truly misbehaved yet? If I actually cross the line, you won't be throwing words at me—you'll be moaning my name. My name will echo through these walls, and you'll have no choice but to acknowledge what I am to you."

Haya's face remained unreadable as she calmly responded, "How many times will you repeat this? Do you think this is some kind of medicine you need to take three times a day? Listen, do one thing—since you're so rich, why don't you just arrange subtitles for yourself? That way, you won't have to speak, and I won't have to suffer through your toxic voice."

Rudraksh let out a deep chuckle. "And I don't even want to read your subtitles, Haya. They'd bore me just as much as your face does."

Haya merely smiled at him before turning away. But Rudraksh wasn't done yet. His fingers, slow and teasing, traced seductive patterns along her thigh. His voice dropped to a husky whisper, "You know, at first, I thought I'd torture you, humiliate you, and eventually, you'd leave me, giving me the peace I desire. But then I realized—no. With the way you run that mouth of yours, I'd probably end up torturing myself instead. So I've decided, Haya—I'll give you a different kind of torment. A sweet one. A torment of love."

Feeling his fingers venture further, Haya dug her nails into his hand, smirking as she whispered, "And I'll respond to your shamelessness just like this, Devil Shekhawat. I told you before—the more you try to hurt me, the more I'll modify that pain and return it to you." She leaned in, her voice dangerously soft. "And look, I'm already doing it."

Rudraksh exhaled a deep breath, his eyes darkening. "I am fire, Haya. Everyone who comes near me melts. And you? You're just an ordinary little thing. You won't even be able to handle the smallest spark of my heat. If I show you my true fire, you won't even survive."

Haya leaned back, her expression calm as she replied, "Well, for once, you're absolutely right, Rudraksh. Surviving around you is nearly impossible because you are a walking, breathing poison. Just looking at you is enough to make my blood boil."

Rudraksh chuckled lazily at her words, completely unfazed. "Well, at least I had my fun. Now that my timepass is over, I'll take my leave. You can sit here and—" he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower— "try to control that tongue of yours. It runs too much. One day, I'll make sure the first thing I cut off is that tongue... and then, I'll move lower." His gaze flickered downward, making his intentions crystal clear.

Haya, however, didn't even flinch. Instead, she gave him a slow, taunting smile. "If you're not out of my sight in the next two minutes, Rudraksh Shekhawat, I swear I will take this gift your beloved girlfriend brought for me and smash it over your head. And trust me, I won't stop there—I'll make sure I finish you off for good."

Rudraksh smirked, completely unbothered. "No problem," he said casually, "but after that, you know exactly what will happen to you, don't you?" His smirk deepened as he added, "I would have given you the perfect response to your little threat, but unfortunately, I have better things to do right now—like meeting Sofia. So, I'll see you in the bedroom, Miss Haya Diwan."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Haya fuming as she glared at his retreating figure.

She exhaled sharply, her mood completely ruined. Exhaustion weighed down on her as she slumped into the chair. Plates filled with a variety of dishes and drinks were set in front of her, but she had no appetite. At this moment, she didn't want food, she didn't want company—she just wanted to sleep in peace. But looking around, it was clear that none of these people were planning to leave anytime soon.

Her gaze shifted to the unopened gift sitting on the table, and a wave of irritation washed over her. "I swear, I feel like throwing this somewhere so no one ever finds it," she muttered under her breath. "That snake must have sent it just to get under my skin."

Letting out a deep sigh, she shook her head. "Forget it. I'll just have it put away in my room for now."

With that, she called for a servant and instructed them to place the gift in her room, pushing aside the unsettling thoughts as she tried to regain a shred of peace.

Main Hall

The servant was on his way to Haya's room, carrying the gift carefully in his hands, when suddenly, he heard Rudraksh's voice. A cold shiver ran down his spine, and the gift trembled slightly in his grip as his entire body began to shake. Such was the fear Rudraksh instilled in people. But strangely, Haya was the only person who seemed unaffected by his terrifying aura.

Rudraksh stepped forward, his sharp gaze landing on the package. "Where do you think you're taking this?" he asked, his voice calm yet commanding.

The servant gulped and responded in a trembling voice, "S-Sir... Ma'am asked me to place it in her room."

Rudraksh stared at the servant for a moment before casually taking the gift from his hands. "You can go. I'll handle it."

The servant, not daring to question him, lowered his head in respect before quickly scurrying away.

Rudraksh's eyes narrowed as he examined the gift. His lips curled into a devilish smile. "Sofia, darling, what exactly are you trying to do?" he murmured to himself. "As far as I know, you don't even like looking at Haya, let alone giving her gifts. What's with this sudden affection?"

Curious, he pulled out his phone and scanned the package. Once satisfied that it contained nothing harmful, he swiftly tore off the elegant wrapping paper, revealing a stunning and uniquely designed box.

The craftsmanship of the box made it seem like it contained a ring or a delicate bracelet. Rudraksh's brows furrowed slightly. This was unlike Sofia. What the hell was she up to?

Taking a deep breath, he finally opened the box—only to feel an instant surge of rage flooding his veins.

His previously neutral gaze darkened, his jaw clenched tightly, and his fingers curled into a tight fist. His entire face burned with anger as he stared at the contents inside.

Photographs.

Dozens of intimate photographs of him and Sofia—pictures that showed them in compromising positions, appearing as if they had been caught in moments of undeniable passion.

Rudraksh's grip on the photos tightened. A muscle ticked in his jaw. He knew for a fact that no such thing had ever happened between him and Sofia. He may have entertained her presence in the past, but this? This was a fabricated lie.

And if there was one thing Rudraksh Shekhawat despised more than anything, it was a lie spoken against him.

Without another thought, he crushed the photos in his hand, his face betraying no emotion, but his silence was far more dangerous than any outburst could ever be.

Garden

Most of the guests had already left, and the remaining ones were preparing to do the same. Haya, whose lower back ached from exhaustion, finally exhaled a breath of relief. The long night was almost over.

Just then, Falak approached her hesitantly. "Bhabhi, I know you're really tired," she said softly, "but some of my friends really want to meet you. They would've come earlier, but you and Bhai were sitting together, and I didn't want to disturb your romantic and special moment."

Haya forced a polite smile at Falak's words.

Romantic moment?

Her mind flashed back to Rudraksh's teasing touches, his smirks, the way his fingers had lingered over her skin in front of everyone. To an outsider, it must have looked like they were the perfect couple—deeply in love, hopelessly smitten. Even Falak had believed it.

And so, Haya simply nodded, keeping up the façade with a small, tight-lipped smile.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the house, Sofia's phone lit up with a message from Rudraksh.

"Come to my room."

A victorious smirk spread across Sofia's lips.

She had won.

Why did Rudraksh call Sofia?

What is the reason for his intense anger?

What is about to unfold between them?

To uncover all the answers, dive into "The Devil's Sweet Sin."