The mute Bride of the mafia king のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

🩷 🍒    The evening sun cast long golden streaks across the penthouse’s living room, giving everything a warm glow. Aradhya was alone, her delicate hands smoothing the cushions on the sofa with quiet focus. She had been restless since Avyaan left for the party earlier, and though he had returned not too long ago, his brooding silence filled the space like an unspoken storm.   She glanced around the expansive room — its clean, modern lines felt intimidating, almost too pristine for her presence. Adjusting one of the cushions, she bent slightly to pick up another that had slipped to the floor. The fabric brushed softly against her fingers, but before she could straighten up, she sensed him.   Avyaan.   His presence filled the room without a sound. Dressed still in his black Armani suit, the faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air — sh

🩷 🍒   .Avyaan’s gaze shifted back to the sleeping figure on the bed. Aradhya’s breathing was soft, her features unguarded in sleep. For a moment, his hardened expression softened slightly, but his voice remained steel when he spoke again. “Keep him alive. No one touches him until I’m there. I want to hear every word come out of his mouth myself.”      “Understood,” SM said. “We’ll keep the place secure. But Viper, if he refuses—”      “Then you already know what to do,” Avyaan cut in, his tone final, leaving no room for argument.      There was a brief silence, then SM’s voice returned, cool and sharp. “As you say.” The line disconnec

🩷 🍒   . At exactly six, there was a knock on the door.      Avyaan stepped in when she didn’t answer immediately.      He froze.      For a heartbeat, the sight of her rendered him speechless. She stood by the mirror, the maroon silk cascading down like liquid fire, her hair loose around her shoulders. She wasn’t trying to be beautiful — she simply was.      His dark eyes lingered on her, and for once, there was no trace of the coldness that usually lived there. “You look…” His words faltered, and he cleared his throat, his tone shifting back to controlled calmness. “Perfect.”  &nb

🩷 🍒   .The evening was quiet, the soft glow of warm lights filling the living room of Avyaan’s mansion. Aradhya sat on the edge of the sofa, her posture hesitant but graceful, her curious eyes fixed on the small box Avyaan placed in front of her.   “It’s for you,” he said simply, his voice carrying that calm authority he always had, but softer this time.   Aradhya blinked, glancing between him and the neatly wrapped box, unsure of what to do.   “Go on,” he urged, leaning back in the armchair opposite her, his gaze fixed on her every move. “Open it.”   Her slender fingers hesitated on the ribbon, struggling with the knot. She tugged lightly but couldn’t untie it. Avyaan’s brow arched as he stood and crouched before her, his long fingers brushing against h

🩷 🍒 .Avyaan listened to the report in silence, his mind churning with questions. The lack of answers was more unsettling than anything else. If Aradhya was truly connected to this family, why was her name missing from their history? And if she wasn’t connected to them, why did the orphanage records point here?The detective had ended his message with a final note of uncertainty. “Sir, I will continue to dig deeper, but right now, all I can confirm is this: Naman Mishra’s family consists of three children—Omkar Mishra, Gaurav Mishra, and Arshita Mishra. They live here, but no one knows where they came from, and there is no sign of Aradhya ma’am.”The report left Avyaan with more questions than answers. The silence of the Mishra family and the mystery surrounding their past only deepened the puzzle. There was something here—something buried under layers of secrets—and he was determined to uncover it, no matter how long it took..The car rolled into the driveway of the Rathore mansi