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CHAPTER - 11

🩷 🍒 .The door to the examination room opened with a sharp metallic sound, pulling Avyaan from the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in his head. He had been pacing the narrow corridor outside like a caged predator, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw locked so tightly it ached. Every second felt like an hour as he waited. Dr. Risha stepped out, her crisp white coat slightly crumpled from the rushed checkup. Her eyes immediately met his, and for the briefest moment, her professional composure wavered. There was something in her gaze — something he didn’t like. Avyaan’s voice was sharp, demanding, and filled with an authority that few dared to challenge. “What happened to her?” His tone was low but heavy, like steel ready to snap. The doctor inhaled slowly, choosing her words carefully. “Mr. Rathore… she’s exhausted to the point of collapse. Her body is fragile, weaker than an average woman’s. Her left leg—” She hesitated for a moment. “It’s not normal. It appears she’s been handic

CHAPTER - 12

🩷 🍒 .Avyaan’s phone lay silent on the table, its screen black, but his mother’s words still echoed in his mind. Her voice, filled with questions and worry, only made the chaos inside him louder. He turned his head toward Aradhya, who lay curled slightly under the thin hospital blanket. Her face, pale and serene, stirred a surge of protectiveness in him — a feeling so foreign that it almost angered him. He wasn’t used to caring. He wasn’t built for it. But there she was, fragile yet unyielding, and Avyaan couldn’t look away. His gaze shifted to his wristwatch, its sleek steel glinting under the hospital’s dim lights. The time reminded him that another life awaited — a darker one, where emotions had no place. The Veyrix. His empire. His war. The phone buzzed on the table, cutting through the silence. The name on the screen hardened his expression: MADWOLF. Avyaan answered in a clipped tone. “What is it?” “Avyaan,” HY’s voice was sharp, laced with tension. “We’ve got trouble

CHAPTER - 13

🩷 🍒 .The evening had settled over the city like a velvet cloak, the skyline glowing faintly with scattered lights. Inside the penthouse, the atmosphere was unusually quiet. Aradhya sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the sprawling view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The glass shimmered with reflections of the city lights, but her mind was far from their beauty. The events of the day — waking to find Avyaan so close, his face buried against her collarbone — still lingered like a storm in her chest. She wasn’t sure what scared her more: the unexpected intimacy or the way his presence felt overpowering, as if he carried a world of shadows wherever he went. She shifted slightly, her injured leg still throbbing dully, when the lights suddenly flickered. Aradhya froze. A heartbeat later, the penthouse plunged into complete darkness. The hum of the air conditioning fell silent, replaced by the soft creaks of the massive space. Her chest tightened. Darkness had

CHAPTER - 14

🩷 🍒 .The night was restless, the rain falling in heavy, steady sheets that drummed against the glass walls of the penthouse. Aradhya stood silently in the balcony, her fingers curling over the steel railing as she stared at the rain cascading from the dark sky. The city below was a blur of shimmering lights and moving shadows, but her eyes were fixed on the droplets gliding down the glass. A longing stirred in her chest — the simple, quiet desire to feel the rain on her skin, to let it wash away the heaviness she carried. But fear held her still. Avyaan’s presence in this house, his commanding silence, made her feel as though every step she took was measured. What if he saw her? What if he disapproved? Her bare feet shifted slightly, and she

CHAPTER - 15

🩷 🍒 .Avyaan's POV .. I still remember when my mother told me to lift her veil on the wedding night, to see the gi

CHAPTER - 16

🩷 🍒 .The soft golden glow of the morning light spilled through the tall glass windows of the penthouse bedroom, brushing against the polished floor and the white sheets where Aradhya lay, still curled up in sleep. The city outside was waking to its chaos, but in this room, there was silence — a silence Avyaan had grown uncomfortably aware of. He had been awake long before the sun had risen. Sleep had never come easy to him, and last night was no exception. He had spent the entire night on the couch, his tall frame stretched awkwardly, his eyes drifting toward the bed every few minutes. Toward her. Aradhya. She looked fragile, almost too still, and something about that silence clawed at his chest. He hadn’t meant to hurt her the way he had — the rain, the endless stairs, the cold words he’d thrown without thinking. Yet here she was, enduring it all without a single complaint. It made his throat tighten in a way he didn’t understand, a way that infuriated him because it felt l

CHAPTER - 17

🩷 🍒 .The afternoon sun dipped lower, painting the penthouse in warm shades of gold. Avyaan glanced at his watch, then at Aradhya, who sat quietly by the window. “It’s Riya’s birthday today,” he said in his firm, low voice. “We’ll be going to the mansion this evening to celebrate.”Aradhya simply nodded. Riya had been kind to her during their brief interactions, even calling her “Bhabi” with a warmth that made Aradhya’s heart soften. The thought of attending her birthday brought a strange sense of comfort, but also nervousness. She had nothing to gift her.Avyaan’s phone buzzed, pulling his attention away. “I have a business meeting before we leave,” he said while checking his messages. “Stay ready.” His tone carried no explanation as he turned and left.---Once alone, Aradhya sat with her hands folded in her lap. What could she possibly gift someone like Riya? Riya was Avyaan’s younger sister, and she had everything — jewelry, expensive clothes, even luxury cars. Aradhya’s finger

CHAPTER - 18

🩷 🍒 .The room stilled as the heavy voice echoed across the hall, halting the laughter and chatter. All eyes turned toward the entrance, where a tall man stood with a casual confidence that commanded attention. His sharp jawline, athletic frame, and effortless charm made heads turn, and the glint of a mischievous smile tugged at his lips. He was none other than Abhishek Singh Rathore— Avyaan’s younger brother, the pride of Indian cricket. He had been out of the country for weeks on the India vs. Bangladesh T20I tour, where he made headlines with his blistering performance. Scoring two centuries in five matches, Abhishek had not only become the series' Player of the Tournament but also created history by scoring the highest T20I runs for India in a single match — 141 runs,

CHAPTER - 19

🩷 🍒 .The older guests in the room smiled, enjoying the playful energy. Avyaan, however, remained stoic, though the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips suggested he wasn’t entirely immune to the teasing. His gaze kept darting toward Aradhya, as if silently assuring her that she wasn’t alone. Abhishek, still trying to piece together what he had missed, turned back to Avyaan. “So, Bhai, are you going to explain how this happened? Or is this one of those top-secret Rathore mysteries?” Avyaan gave him a cool stare, his hands sliding into his pockets. “Not tonight,” he said simply. “Not tonight, huh?” Abhishek tilted his head with a knowing grin. “Fine. I’ll let it go. But don’t think you can dodge my questions forever. You owe me answers, and I’ll get them — even if I have to annoy Riya until she spills all your secrets.” Riya smirked. “Oh, I don’t need to be annoyed. I’ll happily tell Bhai everything… for a price.” “Traitor,” Avyaan muttered under his breath, which only

CHAPTER - 20

🩷 🍒 .The morning slipped by quietly, wrapped in the stillness of the penthouse. Aradhya spent most of it resting, her body still recovering. Avyaan, though present, was buried in work calls and documents, his sharp gaze often straying toward her as though silently checking if she was alright. By the time the clock struck 4 PM, the air had shifted. Avyaan’s phone buzzed sharply on the glass table, its screen flashing with a single name — Nikhil. Avyaan answered with his usual calm, though his tone carried a weight that only those close to him understood. “There’s a party tonight,” Nikhil’s voice came from the other end, clipped but firm. “It’s not one of those high-society gatherings. This one… matters. We need to be there.” Avyaan&r

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