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š©· āØ 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 for a few minutes, other times he would stay on the line until she drifted off to sleep. His voice was deep and tired from the dayās work, but there was always a softness when he said, āSleep now, baccha. Iām right here.ā Those calls were her anchor, but the moment the phone went silent, the loneliness crept in again. This morning was no different. She sat at the breakfast table, quietly stirring her tea without drinking it. Her thoughts wandered to when he might return. Would it be this week? Next? Maybe heād surprise her and come early. The very idea made her lips curve in a faint smile. But peace was never guaranteed in this house, not when Abhishek and Riya were around. āBhabhiā¦ā R
The mute Bride of the mafia king Ā Ā Ā CHAPTER - 66
š©· āØ"Someone who knows you better than you know yourself," Shaheen gasped, his breathing labored. "Someone who's been watching, waiting, planning. Someone who knows that destroying you means destroying her first."Avyaan felt the world tilt around him. "You knew," he said, realization crashing over him like a tidal wave. "You knew I would come here. This wasn't a dealāit was bait."Shaheen's laugh was wet and horrible. "Of course I knew. Everything was planned, down to the last detail. Your arrival, your offer, your beautiful wife sitting in that garden reading her little book, completely unaware that she's the center of a web that's been years in the making.""Who?" Avyaan pressed the barrel of his gun against Shaheen's forehead, his finger tightening on the trigger. "Give me a name.""I'm loyal to my boss," Shaheen wheezed, but there was pride in his voice even as death approached. "I won't betray him, even for you, Madviper. Even if you peel the skin from my bones, I won'tā"The g
The mute Bride of the mafia king Ā Ā Ā CHAPTER - 65
š©· āØ The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Dubai stood like a monument to forgotten dreams, its skeletal structure casting jagged shadows across the desert sand. The building had once been a thriving textile factory, but now it served as a different kind of marketplaceāone where bullets were currency and blood sealed contracts.Inside, the air was thick with dust and tension. Shafts of harsh afternoon sunlight cut through broken windows, illuminating particles that danced like ghosts in the suffocating heat. The concrete floor was stained with years of questionable activities, and the walls bore scars from previous negotiations that had gone terribly wrong.At the center of this desolate arena, two groups faced each other across a makeshift table constructed from shipping crates. The atmosphere crackled with the kind of energy that came right before lightning struckāelectric, dangerous, and absolutely lethal.MadviperāAvyaan Singh Rajvanshāsat with the casual confidence of a ki
The mute Bride of the mafia king Ā Ā Ā CHAPTER - 64
š©· āØ .The first rays of dawn crept through the silk curtains, painting the bedroom in soft shades of gold and amber. The city was still wrapped in morning quiet, but inside their sanctuary, gentle sounds of movement broke the silence. Aradhya was already awake, her bare feet padding softly across the marble floor as she moved between the wardrobe and Avyaan's half-packed leather bag.Avyaan emerged from the bathroom, a towel draped around his neck, his hair still damp from the shower. He paused in the doorway, watching her fold his shirts with careful precision, her slender fingers smoothing each crease as if the act itself could somehow keep him safe during his journey."You don't have to do that," he said quietly, his voice still rough from sleep.She looked up at him, her dark eyes soft in the morning light, then continued folding. Her silence spoke volumesāthis was her way of caring for him, of being part of his departure even when she couldn't follow.He walked over to her, his
The mute Bride of the mafia king Ā Ā Ā CHAPTER - 63
š©· āØ .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 hum of the city outside.Aradhya was seated near the window, her back straight, her fingers tracing invisible patterns along the glass. The glow of the lamp behind her bathed her in a soft halo, making her look almost unrealālike a fragile painting come to life. She turned when she sensed him, her eyes calm yet questioning.Avyaan didnāt speak immediately. He stood there for a moment, simply watching her, feeling the quiet pull that always disarmed him. Then he moved closer, his footsteps silent against the plush carpet, until he stood directly in front of her.āI have to tell you something,ā he said at last, his voice deep and steady.Her brows lifted slightly, but she didnāt move. Her sil
The mute Bride of the mafia king Ā Ā Ā CHAPTER - 62
š©· āØ The morning stretched gently across the Rathore mansion, ushering in a quiet calm that seeped into its every corner. The dining hall, dressed in hues of soft sunlight and crisp elegance, buzzed faintly with the clatter of cutlery and low murmurs of the household.The long wooden table was neatly arranged for breakfast, and every seat was occupied.Avyaan's mother sat at the head, graceful in her pale green saree, serving parathas with motherly precision. His youngest cousin tugged at a napkin while the elders conversed about upcoming charity events and business appointments. Amid them all, Aradhya sat silentlyāstill, observant, and trying her best to fit into a world that never quite felt made for her.She was dressed simply, in a light peach suit, her dupatta carefully pinned. Her eyes moved thoughtfully between the dishes and the people around her, speaking only through glances and subtle nods. Occasionally, her gaze drifted to the man seated diagonally across from herāAvyaan
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