All Chapters of The mute Bride of the mafia king : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

🩷 🍒 .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 handi

🩷 🍒 .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

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

🩷 🍒 .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

🩷 🍒   .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&rsq