Morning sunlight entered through the massive glass windows of the mansion.
Nithya slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then the cold modern room reminded her immediately.
Korea.
Aryan's mansion.
Her new life.
She sat up and looked around. The room was silent except for the soft sound of the city outside. Everything inside the mansion felt controlled, organized, and disciplined—just like Aryan himself.
After getting ready, Nithya walked downstairs.
The dining area was huge, with a long black table and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Seoul.
Aryan was already there.
Black shirt. Sleeves folded. Coffee in one hand. Tablet in the other.
Working.
Again.
"You start your day with work?" Nithya asked while sitting across from him.
Aryan glanced up briefly.
"I never stopped."
Nithya shook her head slightly.
"You sound like a machine."
"And you sound too relaxed," he replied calmly.
A servant placed breakfast on the table.
Nithya noticed something strange again. Every servant moved carefully around Aryan, almost like they feared making mistakes.
Not respect.
Fear.
Interesting.
"You'll visit the university today," Aryan said.
Nithya looked up immediately.
"So soon?"
"You already lost enough classes shifting here."
She leaned back slightly.
"You planned everything before marriage, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"That's slightly terrifying."
Aryan calmly drank his coffee.
"Preparation prevents problems."
Nithya stared at him for a second before smiling faintly.
"No wonder people listen to you."
Aryan's eyes met hers.
"They don't listen. They obey."
The answer was simple.
But something about it felt dangerous.
An hour later, a black luxury car stopped in front of one of Seoul's top universities.
Students walking nearby slowed down immediately.
Not because of the car.
Because of the security.
Two SUVs behind them. Guards near the gate. Earpieces. Professional formation.
Nithya sighed softly while stepping out.
"This is unnecessary."
Aryan stepped out beside her.
"It's necessary."
"For college?"
"For you."
Nithya looked at him carefully.
"You're very protective for someone so cold."
Aryan adjusted his watch calmly.
"I protect what belongs to me."
For the first time since marriage, Nithya looked slightly surprised.
Before she could answer, students around them started whispering.
"Who are they?"
"Is that a celebrity?"
"That man looks terrifying…"
Nithya almost smiled.
Aryan ignored everyone completely.
Inside the campus, the attention only increased.
Girls stared at Aryan openly.
Boys moved out of his path immediately.
Meanwhile, Nithya walked calmly beside him as if none of it mattered.
Aryan noticed.
Most people became nervous under attention.
Nithya became quieter.
Observant.
Confident.
At the administration office, the dean greeted Aryan personally.
"Mr. Aryan, welcome," he said nervously.
Aryan shook hands once.
"I want everything regarding Nithya's transfer handled smoothly."
"Of course. Everything is already prepared."
Nithya blinked slowly.
Already prepared.
Again.
This man really planned every detail.
After paperwork, Aryan finally turned toward her.
"Your classes begin tomorrow."
Nithya nodded.
"Fine."
"I'll send a driver daily."
"That's not needed."
"It's happening anyway."
Nithya crossed her arms.
"You don't compromise much, do you?"
Aryan looked at her calmly.
"Not when it concerns your safety."
There was no arrogance in his voice.
Only certainty.
That somehow made it more intense.
Later, while Aryan attended a business meeting in another building, Nithya walked around the campus alone.
Well… almost alone.
She immediately noticed two guards following from a distance.
She stopped suddenly.
The guards froze.
Nithya turned around slowly.
"You know I can see you, right?"
Both looked uncomfortable.
"Sir's orders, ma'am."
Nithya sighed.
"Of course."
Aryan clearly trusted nobody.
That evening, Aryan returned late to the mansion.
Nithya sat in the living room reading a business strategy book.
"You're late," she said without looking up.
"Meeting."
"You always work."
Aryan loosened his tie slightly.
"That's how empires survive."
Nithya finally looked at him.
Empires.
Interesting word choice for a businessman.
She closed the book slowly.
"Aryan… what exactly are you building?"
For one second, silence filled the room.
Then Aryan walked closer.
Something dangerous flashed in his dark eyes.
"A world where nobody can touch what's mine."
The answer sent a strange feeling through her.
Possessive.
Powerful.
Deadly.
But also honest.
Nithya held his gaze calmly.
"You talk like someone preparing for war."
Aryan stared at her for a long moment before replying quietly,
"Sometimes war already exists. Most people just can't see it."
Then he walked away toward his office.
Nithya watched him disappear down the hallway.
Her instincts screamed one thing clearly now.
Aryan was hiding something massive.
And Devil had every intention of uncovering it.
Far away, inside a dark underground meeting room, a man placed a file on the table.
The photo on top showed Aryan and Nithya arriving together at the university.
A dangerous silence filled the room.
One mafia leader whispered carefully,
"Eagle got married…"
Another looked at Nithya's photo.
"Do we know who she is?"
Nobody answered.
Because nobody knew yet…
That the woman beside Eagle was Devil herself.
And when the truth came out, the underworld would never be the same again.