The cold wind moved through the university garden as silence spread across the pathway.
Aryan stood near the entrance, his dark eyes scanning everything carefully.
The alliance men looked terrified.
Nithya stood calmly in the center.
And around her…
Unknown armed guards protected her like trained shadows.
Aryan immediately noticed something important.
These were not ordinary bodyguards.
Their stance.
Their discipline.
The way they positioned themselves around Nithya without needing instructions.
Professional.
Deadly.
Exactly like mafia security.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
The alliance men quickly escaped the moment Aryan's guards arrived.
Neither side stopped them.
For now.
Aryan slowly walked toward Nithya.
The hidden guards around her immediately became alert.
One wrong movement from him…
And they were ready to react.
That alone told Aryan enough.
Nithya quietly lifted one finger slightly.
Instantly, her guards stepped back into the shadows.
Disappearing almost unnaturally fast.
Aryan noticed everything.
Every detail.
His eyes finally locked onto hers.
"Who were they?" he asked calmly.
Nithya crossed her arms.
"People loyal to me."
"That's not a normal answer."
"You don't live a normal life."
Silence.
Students nearby had no idea how dangerous the atmosphere truly was.
Aryan stepped closer.
"You hid armed guards from me."
Nithya looked directly into his eyes.
"You hid an entire mafia empire from me."
That answer stopped him for a second.
Fair point.
Inside the car on the way back to the mansion, silence filled the space.
Aryan drove calmly, but his mind worked rapidly.
Nithya was hiding something big.
Too calm under threat.
Too skilled physically.
Too protected.
None of it matched an ordinary university student.
Finally Aryan spoke.
"Your guards."
Nithya looked out the window.
"What about them?"
"They obeyed military-level signals."
"So do yours."
Aryan's grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel.
"You fought like someone trained."
Nithya finally looked at him.
"And you noticed too quickly."
Again.
No fear.
No panic.
Only calm conversation between two dangerous people.
Back at the mansion, Aryan immediately entered his office with Rohan.
"Find everything about Nithya again," he ordered.
Rohan looked surprised.
"Sir?"
"Everything."
Rohan understood immediately.
Eagle was suspicious now.
"She has hidden guards," Aryan continued calmly. "Highly trained."
Rohan's expression darkened.
"You think she's connected to the underworld?"
Aryan stayed silent for a moment.
Then he answered quietly,
"Yes."
Meanwhile, in her room, Nithya stood near the mirror while removing her earrings calmly.
Her phone vibrated.
Viraaj.
"You revealed too much today," he said carefully.
"No," Nithya replied softly. "Only enough."
"Eagle noticed."
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
"He was going to notice eventually."
Viraaj hesitated.
"Do you trust him?"
That question remained silent in the room for a few seconds.
Finally Nithya answered honestly.
"I don't know yet."
And that was true.
Aryan was dangerous.
Protective.
Possessive.
Cold to the world.
But with her…
He became different.
Softer.
Not weak.
Just human.
That evening, tension filled the dinner table.
Aryan sat across from Nithya quietly.
Neither spoke much.
Finally Aryan placed his fork down.
"How long were you planning to hide this?"
Nithya looked up calmly.
"The same amount of time you planned to hide Eagle."
Aryan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You're avoiding the question."
"And you're demanding answers you never gave yourself."
Again silence.
Then Aryan leaned back slowly.
"Who are you, Nithya?"
For one second, Devil almost answered truthfully.
Almost.
But not yet.
Instead she replied calmly,
"Your wife."
Aryan stared at her for a long moment.
That answer somehow frustrated him more.
Late at night, Aryan stood alone on the mansion balcony.
The city lights reflected in his cold eyes while his thoughts stayed completely focused on Nithya.
Nothing about her made sense anymore.
A business student with trained guards.
Fearless under mafia threats.
Perfect control over dangerous situations.
Who exactly had he married?
Behind him, Rohan approached quietly.
"We found something."
Aryan turned immediately.
"What?"
Rohan handed him a file.
"These men appeared near ma'am several times before marriage."
Aryan opened the file slowly.
Photos.
Blurry surveillance images.
Encrypted communication patterns.
Professional movements.
Definitely underground connections.
Rohan spoke carefully.
"Whoever protects her… they're powerful."
Aryan closed the file.
His expression became colder.
Then suddenly…
A dangerous thought crossed his mind.
A possibility so unbelievable that even Eagle paused.
No.
Impossible.
But still…
He remembered how those guards reacted to Nithya instantly.
The authority in her voice.
The fearlessness in her eyes.
Aryan slowly looked back toward the city.
And for the first time…
Eagle began wondering if his wife belonged to the same dark world as him.