All Chapters of The mute Bride of the mafia king : Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

🩷 🍒   . The city’s underworld was a battlefield, but Avyaan Singh Rathore ruled it like a silent storm. When Sinclair tried to cross him, Avyaan didn’t need a reason to respond. Yet, Sinclair gave him one—a betrayal that sealed his fate.   It was midnight when Avyaan’s SUV screeched to a halt in front of an abandoned dockyard. The rain was relentless, drumming against the metal containers stacked high like walls of a labyrinth. Hardik Yadav—MADWOLF—stepped out first, adjusting the grip on his gun, his eyes scanning the shadows. “He’s here,” Hardik said, his tone grim. “Our guy inside the docks saw Sinclair’s men moving crates without clearance. He thinks we’re blind.”   Avyaan’s jaw tightened, his voice sharp. “He not only ignored my warning but tried

🩷🍒   .The night grew darker, and silence wrapped the penthouse like a soft, invisible blanket. It was past midnight when Avyaan stepped out of his study. The whiskey glass on his desk was still half full, untouched for the last hour. His mind wasn’t on business, nor on the looming conflicts of his underworld empire. It was on her.   The soft glow of the hallway lights guided him toward the living room, and the sight waiting for him made him stop.   Aradhya.   She had fallen asleep on the sofa, her small frame curled slightly as if trying to find comfort on the wide cushions. Her hand rested on the pillow she had hugged earlier, and the faint rise and fall of her chest was the only movement in the room. Her hair had fallen across her face, soft strands brushing over her cheeks.   Avyaan stoo

🩷 🍒 MADRAGE, however, wasn’t convinced. She stalked forward, her eyes burning with impatience. “Want me to make him remember something else? Maybe a little persuasion will loosen his tongue.” Rakesh whimpered at the threat, his body jerking against the ropes. “No, no! I’ve told you everything I know! Please, I don’t know anything else!” Avyaan raised a hand, stopping MADRAGE in her tracks. His expression was calm again, but his eyes burned with something darker — a determination that could crush steel. “You’re useless now,” Avyaan said quietly, though his tone was laced with finality. “But you’ve given me something. A start.” Rakesh’s breath hitched, his eyes widening with fear. “Please… I swear I—” “HY,” Avyaan said, not looking at the man, “keep him alive. For now. If I need him again, I’ll call. If I don’t…” He let the words hang in the air, the unspoken threat sinking into Rakesh’s soul. HY gave a single nod, his usual smirk returning as he grabbed Rakesh’s chair an

🩷 🍒  The night reeked of gunpowder and blood. Bullets cracked through the air as Avyaan Singh Rathore—MADVIPER—ducked behind an overturned car, his pistol gripped tight, eyes burning with fury. Beside him, Hardik Yadav—MADWOLF—returned fire, his face twisted with unshaken resolve. “Move, Avyaan!” Hardik shouted, covering Avyaan with a spray of bullets. “They’re circling from the left!” Avyaan’s jaw clenched. “Not until they’re all down.”   Before Hardik could respond, a sharp sound sliced through the chaos—*bang!*—and Hardik staggered backward, a hand instinctively clutching his shoulder. Blood poured between his fingers, dark against the pale moonlight.   “Hardik!” Avyaan snarled, unloading