All Chapters of The mute Bride of the mafia king : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

🩷 🍒 The sincerity in his voice seemed to reach her. She blinked at him, and for a fleeting second, her carefully constructed defenses wavered. Her gaze softened, and he caught a glimpse of something raw and unguarded in her eyes—hope, perhaps, or longing, or simply the desperate wish to be truly known by someone.But the moment passed too quickly. Before he could say anything else, before he could reach across the space between them and offer whatever comfort or understanding she needed, she had retreated back into herself. She turned her phone off with deliberate finality and set it aside on the small table next to her chair, as though the conversation was over, as though she had said all she was willing or able to say.Avyaan leaned back against the couch, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. The frustration was back, stronger than before, mixed with a helplessness he rarely experienced in any other aspect of his life. He was a man accustomed to solutions, to action, to b

🩷 🍒 A few days had passed since the tension-filled night, and things at the mansion had slowly found a rhythm of quietness. Avyaan had been busier than usual, buried under meetings and endless files, while Aradhya had started finding small ways to care for him. Today, she decided to surprise him with lunch. She had prepared his favorite dishes herself, carefully packing them with her own hands.By early afternoon, she reached the towering building of Rathore Enterprises. The lobby was grand—polished marble floors, glass walls, and employees hurrying around with quiet efficiency. Aradhya walked toward the reception desk, holding the lunchbox close to her chest, her steps slightly hesitant.The receptionist, a young woman with a sharp bob cut and crimson lipstick, looked up and frowned. "You again?" she said in a tone dripping with disdain. "I told you before, you can't just show up here whenever you want. Sir is busy, and he doesn't have time for… people like you." Aradhya froze

🩷 🍒 .As soon as they finished lunch in the cabin, Avyaan leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with something mischievous. “Let’s go out for a while,” he said, casually slipping his hands into his pockets. Aradhya tilted her head in confusion, tapping on her phone: ‘Out? Where?’ “Just for a drive,” he said, standing and offering his hand to her. “You’ve been cooped up inside for too long. Come with me.” She hesitated, her fingers hovering over her screen: ‘I don’t want to disturb your work.’ Avyaan smirked. “You are my work, Aaru. You’re the only thing that keeps me sane.” His tone was half playful, half serious, and it made her cheeks warm. Even though she shook her head at first, Avyaan was persistent. “No arguments,” he said, opening the door for her. “Come on. I need a break too. Just… humor me.” Finally, she gave a small nod, and his face broke into a victorious grin. “Good girl,” he murmured under his breath, leading her to his car. ---The city breez

🩷 ✨ the soft ticking of the antique clock on the wall. Outside, the city of Jaipur was cloaked in shadows, its streets glowing faintly under the pale light of the setting moon. It was almost 4:00 a.m. when Avyaan Singh Rathore’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, its sudden vibration cutting through the silence. Avyaan stirred, his dark eyes snapping open. The name flashing across the screen—Hardik—was enough to make him frown. A call from Hardik Yaduvanshi at this hour meant trouble. He answered with his usual curt tone. “What happened?” “Avyaan,” Hardik’s voice was low, steady, but there was a sharp edge to it. “We’ve confirmed the details about the attack that happened near the panipuri stall tonight. It wasn’t a random shooter. It was a girl.” Avyaan sat up, his expression freezing as disbelief flashed across his face. “A girl?” he repeated slowly, his voice carrying an unmistakable chill. “Are you sure about this?” “Positive,” Hardik replied. “We went through the CCTV fo

🩷 ✨ After breakfast, Avyaan made his way down to the basement of the mansion, his footsteps echoing against the concrete walls.The underground level served as a high-security holding area, complete with reinforced cells and surveillance equipment. Today, it housed the girl who had attempted to assassinate him just days ago—the same girl whose desperate eyes had haunted his thoughts since the incident.The basement was dimly lit, with fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across the sterile environment. Multiple guards were stationed throughout the area, their presence a constant reminder of the danger this place represented.The air was thick with tension, and the silence was broken only by the occasional murmur of conversation between the security personnel.As Avyaan descended the final flight of stairs, he noticed that the usual crowd of guards had thinned out significantly. Most of them were on their lunch break, leaving only a skeleton crew to maintain watch.The timing was