MasukShe has never spoken a word. Not because she chose silence— But because life chose it for her. Aradhya Mishra, mute since childhood and walking with a painful limp in one leg, has lived in the background of the world. Quiet, observant, and emotionally scarred, she’s learned to express her thoughts through gestures, eyes that speak volumes, and a heart that still dares to dream. She's fragile on the outside—but only fools mistake her silence for weakness. He was born to dominate. Avyaan Singh Rathore—aka MADVIPER—is the brutal, cold-blooded mafia king. Ruthless, feared, and untouchable, he rules the underworld as the head of the secretive gang THE VEYRIX. His name alone silences rooms. He doesn't believe in love. Doesn't care for innocence. Until he's forced to marry her. A girl who cannot speak. A man who doesn't listen. Tied in a bond neither wanted— And for a reason neither knows. What begins as a mistake turns into something much more twisted. A war of silent stares, guarded hearts, and slow-burning emotions. She's the calm to his storm. The quiet to his rage. And perhaps—the only voice his soul can still hear. But love doesn’t bloom easily in a world soaked with blood and secrets. When two broken souls collide under a lie, Can truth set them free— Or will it destroy them both?
Lihat lebih banyak第1話 あいつ、獣かよ
「瑛士さま……あたし、あなたのこと、だぁいすき…」
甘ったるい声が、骨まで震わせる。
「どれくらい? こう……それとも、こうやって……」
かすれた低音に、女の頬はさらに紅潮した。
……
「ノクターンのゴールドVIPルーム。見たいものが見られるわよ」
橘美月(たちばな みづき)の指先は白くなっていた。スマホをどれほど強く握りしめているか、一目瞭然だった。
漆黒の瞳の奥で、暗い流れが渦を巻いている。金色の扉を、彼女は丸一分間見つめ続けていた。
目を閉じて、開く。すべての感情が消え去り、絶世の美貌が冷たさに包まれた。
彼女が足を振り上げて蹴り飛ばすと、重厚な扉は一瞬で蹴り開けられた。
薄暗く退廃的な部屋の中でも、彼女の視界は遮られない。目に入ったのは、いわゆる婚約者なる男が、体にぴったりと溶け込むようになまめかしい女を抱きしめ、夢中で口づけを交わす姿だった。
あまりにも目を覆いたくなる光景だった。
これだけ大きな物音にも、二人はまったく気づかない。いかに没頭していたかがうかがえた。
本来なら怒りに震えるはずの美月だったが、彼女の心は奇妙なほど静まり返っていた。
美月は無言で、この現実版アダルトビデオの生中継を眺め、口元にゆっくりと嘲笑の弧を描いた。
いくら熱演されても、タダで見続ける気にはなれなかった。文字通り、目が汚れる。
彼女はゆっくりと歩み寄り、手近なローテーブルから酒瓶をつかむと、そのまま頭めがけて振り下ろした。
ガシャン──
陶酔しきっていた二人の頭から酒が降り注ぎ、砕けたガラス片が四方に飛び散った。
「きゃあああああっ……!」
長く尾を引く悲鳴が、鼓膜を突き破らんばかりに響き渡った。
「どこのクソ野郎だ、死にてえのか……!」
殴られて目の前がチカチカする桐生瑛士(きりゅう えいじ)は怒り狂った──が、振り返りざま、半分陰った顔ですら目を奪われるほど美しいその顔を見た瞬間、
一瞬で取り乱し、慌てて腕の中の女を突き飛ばした。
立ち上がると、服とズボンがずり落ちた。慌てふためいて適当に身につける。
「……美月、話を聞いてくれ……」
美月の手を掴もうとした。
しかしズボンをきちんと締めていなかったため、立ち上がった途端にまた落ちてしまい、仕方なく手を引っ込める。
顔は青くなったり赤くなったり。
「美月、見たままじゃないんだ、説明させてくれ……」
美月は腕を組んで、一歩後退した。
二人の距離を開ける。
「ふん。瑛士、ホテルも取らずに、そんなに待てなかったわけ?」
目には嘲りの色がありありと浮かんでいた。
瑛士の顔は赤くなったり青ざめたり。彼は慌てふためいた。
「美月、家に帰ってちゃんと説明するから……」
美月は目の前の男が生臭くてたまらず、これ以上自分の鼻を虐めるのはやめにした。
そして無表情で言い放った。
「瑛士、あんたとは終わりよ。婚約は破棄する。そうそう、クズ男とゲス女、どうぞ永遠にロックオンしてくれて結構よ」
そう言い捨てると、彼女はそのまま外へ向かった。
瑛士は彼女が去ろうとするのを見るなり、思わず手を伸ばした。
だが、美月がその汚い手で触れられるのを許すはずがない。
美月はその場で振り返りざま、蹴りを放った。テコンドー黒帯の脚力は、常人に耐えられるものではない。
瑛士はまともに蹴り飛ばされ、起き上がれなくなった。
「きゃっ! 瑛士さま……大丈夫!? しっかりして……!」
真由が悲鳴をあげ、這うようにして駆け寄った。
美月は冷ややかに鼻で笑い、そのまま真っ直ぐ外へ歩き出した。
入口に着くなり、大勢の男たちに行く手を阻まれた。
美月はその若い道楽者たちを見渡した。瑛士の悪友連中に違いなかった。
田辺翔太(たなべ しょうた)が自分の鼻をさすった。
「あー……その、何も見てねえから……」
そして、底知れぬ黒い瞳に見つめられ、彼は黙って道を譲った。
他の連中も同じだった。全身から怒りの炎を放つ女など、とても敵に回せない。
美月は彼らを冷たく一瞥し、その間をすり抜けて外へ出た。
誰もが無意識に、しなやかに揺れる肢体を見つめ、こっそりと唾を飲み込んだ。こんな爆発的なスタイルに耐えられる男がいるのか。
清純と妖艶を兼ね備えた絶世の美貌を思い浮かべれば、まさに骨の髄まで溶かす美女だった。
瑛士のあの獣が、よりによって浮気するとは到底信じられなかった。
🩷 🍒 Aradhya’s breath trembled as her eyes remained fixed on the file.The words blurred for a second.“Subject selected prior to marriage.”Her fingers tightened.Her heart refused to accept it.Before her thoughts could spiral further—“Curiosity can be dangerous, Aaru.”Her body stiffened instantly.Slowly, she turned.Avyaan stood at the entrance of the hidden room.Watching her.Calm.But not unreadable this time.There was something else in his eyes.Something… sharp.Something that noticed everything.Her fingers clutched the file tighter.Her hands moved, slightly unsteady.~ What is this?Her gaze didn’t leave his.~ Why is my name here?Avyaan didn’t answer immediately.He stepped inside, closing the distance slowly.His eyes dropped to the file, then back to her face.“You weren’t supposed to see that like this,” he said quietly.That only made her chest tighten more.~ Like what?~ Hidden?Her fingers moved faster now.~ Or like something I wasn’t meant to know?Avyaan e
🩷 🍒 The corridor of Rajvansh Mansion felt unusually quiet as Aradhya and Avyaan Singh Rathore walked downstairs together.The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable.But it wasn’t the same either.Something had changed.And both of them could feel it—though neither chose to say it aloud.---After breakfast, Avyaan left again.Just like that.No unnecessary words.No explanations.Only a brief glance toward her before he stepped out of the mansion, his presence fading as quickly as it had returned.The sound of his car disappearing beyond the gates echoed faintly through the stillness.And just like that…The mansion felt different.---Aradhya stood near the large window in the hallway, watching the empty driveway for a few seconds longer.Then she turned away slowly.The house was quiet.Too quiet.Normally, the soft movements of the staff, the distant clinking of utensils, or quiet conversations filled the background.Today—Everything felt… controlled.Muted.As if the mansi
🩷 🍒 Morning sunlight slowly spread across the gardens of Rajvansh Mansion.The soft golden light slipped through the long curtains of the bedroom, warming the quiet room. Birds chirped somewhere outside while the calm morning breeze moved the leaves of the tall trees surrounding the mansion.On the bed, Aradhya stirred slightly.Her eyes slowly opened.For a moment she simply lay there, adjusting to the brightness of the morning. The events of the previous day were far from her mind. To her, it was just another peaceful morning inside the mansion.She carefully sat up, adjusting the brace on her leg.The cushion she had hugged during the night was still beside her.A faint smile touched her face.Just then, a soft vibration broke the quiet.Her phone.It rested on the bedside table.Aradhya frowned slightly because very few people ever messaged her early in the morning.She reached for the phone and unlocked the screen.One new message.From an unknown number.Her eyebrows drew tog
🩷 🍒 The night had grown deeper by the time the black car left the gates of Rajvansh Mansion.Inside the vehicle, Avyaan Singh Rathore (MADVIPER) sat silently in the back seat. The city lights passed across the tinted window beside him, but his eyes were distant, his thoughts fixed on the events that had begun earlier that day.The letter.Give Aradhya to me.His fingers rested calmly against the armrest, yet the stillness around him carried something dangerous.The car eventually left the main road and turned onto a narrow path leading into dense forest land far outside the city.Few people knew this place existed.Even fewer had ever seen what stood beyond the iron gates.A massive black gate rose ahead, guarded by armed men standing in perfect formation. The symbol engraved on the gate glinted under the floodlights — a coiled viper wrapped around a broken crown.The mark of The Veyrix.The moment the guards saw the approaching car, the gates slowly opened.No words were exchanged
🩷 🍒 The roar of the stadium had slowly faded.Inside the players’ tunnel, bright white lights reflected against the polished concrete floor while the echoes of celebration continued somewhere far behind. Cameras flashed near the exit where reporters were waiting, hoping to catch a glimpse of the
🩷 ✨ It had been two days since Avyaan left for Dubai, and the house already felt emptier without him. The nights were the hardest. She would lie in bed, hugging the pillow he had last used, his scent lingering faintly on it. Every night, without fail, his call would come. Sometimes it was just fo
🩷 ✨ ..The night air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and the metallic tang of tension. Avyaan’s boots crunched over the uneven forest floor as he moved, every muscle taut, senses sharpened to an almost inhuman degree. He had been tracking the shipment that had gone missing, the one
🩷 ✨ .The evening sun spilled gold across the marble floors as Avyaan pushed open the door to their bedroom. The weight of decisions clung to his shoulders, sharper than the steel of the cufflinks he loosened while stepping in. The scent of jasmine drifted through the air, mingling with the muted
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