All Chapters of The mute Bride of the mafia king : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

🩷 🍒 .The night settled over the Rathore mansion with a quiet elegance, the sprawling halls lit with warm golden lights. Avyaan leaned against the carved wooden railing of the staircase, his sharp eyes scanning the room below. His thoughts were still tangled with what he had said to Aradhya earlier in the day—his plea for a chance, his confession of guilt. He wasn’t used to waiting for answers, but with her, every silent nod or glance meant more than words.A soft sound made him glance up. Aradhya was standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in a deep maroon saree that shimmered faintly under the chandelier. Her hair was pinned in a simple bun, and a delicate veil covered her face, falling gently over her shoulders. She looked breathtaking—so soft and graceful, yet untouchable. Something inside him tightened as he watched her descend, her every step measured and careful.When she reached him, he frowned slightly and asked, “Why are you wearing a veil here, Aradhya? There’s no nee

🩷 🍒 The moment the sacred ceremony concluded, the Rathore mansion buzzed with an energy that was both celebratory and reverent. The family members scattered around the courtyard, talking excitedly about the pooja and praising Avyaan and Aradhya for the beautiful rituals they had performed together. But Aradhya’s eyes were not on the decorations or the glowing havan fire. They were fixed on a tall, imposing figure standing quietly in the corner of the courtyard. A man with sharp features, streaks of silver in his dark hair, and a regal presence that commanded respect even in silence. Devraj Singh Rathore. She had seen him only briefly before, but something about him had always seemed intense—mysterious even. He was the one Avyaan hadn’t even acknowledged since morning. Not once during the pooja had Avyaan glanced at his father. He had deliberately looked away whenever Devraj’s gaze lingered on them. Aradhya noticed this tension immediately. Why was Avyaan ignoring his own fat

🩷 🍒 From the corner of his eye, Avyaan saw something glinting in the air. A dagger—hurtling straight toward Devraj. Without hesitation, Avyaan shoved Devraj to the side, catching the dagger mid-flight with his own hand. The blade sliced across his palm, but he didn’t flinch. His blood boiled, not from the wound but from the audacity of the attackers. Had he not reacted, the dagger would have pierced Devraj’s chest.“Avyaan—” Devraj began, but Avyaan silenced him with a look. He tightened his grip on the weapon, his knuckles whitening as his eyes scanned the shadows. Whoever had thrown it would pay. His gaze locked on a masked man standing on the far side of the courtyard.With a flick of his wrist, Avyaan hurled the dagger back. It sliced through the air with deadly precision, embedding itself into the man’s neck. A strangled cry rang out, and the man collapsed, lifeless, on the cold marble.---Prithviraj, who was fighting two attackers at once, chuckled grimly. “It’s been a while

🩷 🍒    The house was quiet now, though the silence felt heavy, as if the walls themselves remembered the chaos that had erupted earlier. Avyaan led Aradhya to his room, his hand gripping hers firmly, yet not harshly. She walked beside him with a limp, her eyes flickering with worry every time she noticed the dark stains on his shirt or the faint smear of blood on his right palm. Once inside, Avyaan shut the door and leaned against it for a moment, exhaling deeply. His shirt collar was open, and there was a slight trail of dried blood on his knuckles. His palm, however, was worse—there was a shallow cut across it, and a few fresh drops of blood were seeping through. Aradhya’s breath caught. She gestured for him to sit down.  “I’m fine,” he said dismissively, dropping onto the couch anyway.   She glared at him, h

🩷 🍒 Three days had passed quietly since the chaos of that night. The mansion was calm this morning, the soft hum of the household staff filling the air. Avyaan was seated in the hall, scrolling through some documents on his phone, when the sound of footsteps approaching drew his attention. It was Devraj. His presence was unexpected and, to Avyaan, unwelcome. The older man’s expression was serious, but there was a strange warmth in his eyes. “I want to meet Aradhya,” Devraj said calmly, his voice carrying an edge of authority mixed with a rare plea. Avyaan’s gaze hardened instantly. “No,” he said without hesitation, his tone final. Devraj frowned. “Avyaan, just for a few minutes. I need to speak to her. It’s important.” “She doesn’t need to meet anyone right now,” Avyaan replied coldly, rising to his feet. “Especially not you.” Devraj’s jaw clenched. “I am not here to harm her. I just… want to see her once. You don’t understand.” “I understand enough,” Avyaan cut him of