All Chapters of The mute Bride of the mafia king : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

🩷 ✨ The girl took a deep breath, as if gathering the courage to reveal everything she knew. "A letter appeared at my house one day, slipped under the door while I was taking care of my mother. It gave me an address and told me to go there if I wanted to earn enough money to pay for her treatment.""And you just went?" Avyaan asked, his tone skeptical."When your mother is dying and you have no other options, you take whatever chances you can get," she replied, her voice carrying the weight of desperate circumstances."Continue," he ordered."The address led me to an old garage on the outskirts of the city. When I got there, I found another letter attached to a tree nearby. This one contained more specific instructions and another address."She paused, remembering the sequence of events that had led her to this moment. "I followed the instructions to the second location, which turned out to be an abandoned building. Inside, I found a bag full of money—more than I had ever seen in my

🩷 ✨ "If I kiss you right now," he whispered, his voice husky and " low, rough with barely controlled desire, "will you forgive me? Will you stop shutting me out and let me show you how much you mean to me?"Aaradhya's pulse quickened dramatically, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard she was sure he must be able to hear it. Her breathing became shallow and rapid, but she didn't move away, didn't break eye contact, didn't give any sign of rejection. The absence of resistance was answer enough, and they both knew it.That stillness, that acceptance, was all the invitation Avyaan needed.He closed the final distance between them with infinite care, his lips brushing against hers in the most tentative of touches. The contact was soft, questioning, like a whispered inquiry into her soul. It was barely more than a breath shared between them, but the effect was immediate and devastating.The kiss started as something gentle and exploratory, his lips moving against hers with careful

🩷 ✨ The evening air was calm inside the Rajvansh mansion, a stillness broken only by the distant hum of the city outside and the gentle tick of the antique grandfather clock in the corner. Avyaan and Aradhya were seated in the expansive hall, the warm glow of the crystal chandelier casting dancing shadows across the marble floors and reflecting off the gold-framed family portraits that lined the walls.For once, the tension between them had eased into something resembling companionship.Aradhya, with her usual quiet grace, sat beside him on the plush velvet sofa, her legs tucked beneath her delicately.She was wearing a soft lavender kurta that complemented her skin tone beautifully, and her long hair was braided loosely over one shoulder.Every few minutes, she would type a few words on her phone screen and show them to him whenever she wanted to reply to something he said, her fingers moving with elegant precision across the screen.Avyaan found himself watching her more than he

🩷 ✨ Hardik Yaduvanshi strolled into the city hospital that evening, his face carrying its usual arrogant smirk. A white bandage was wrapped around his hand—not because he was seriously injured, but because he had deliberately nicked his palm earlier. His real reason for being here wasn’t medical. It was her—Dr. Risha Mehra. He approached the reception desk, leaning casually against the counter, his dark leather jacket drawing curious glances. The young receptionist looked up nervously as his sharp eyes bore into her. “I need to see Dr. Risha,” Hardik said smoothly, his voice a low baritone with a hint of command. “She was my doctor previously, and I don’t want anyone else checking this hand.” The receptionist hesitated. “Dr. Risha has other patients right now, sir. May I know your name so I can inform her?” Hardik gave a slow smirk, tilting his head. “Just tell her the man with the ‘injured hand’ is here. She’ll understand.” He turned and took a seat, stretching his long l

🩷 ✨The garden fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves and the soft sound of Aradhya's steadying breath. The oleander flowers continued their silent vigil, their pale petals catching fragments of moonlight like scattered tears frozen in time. Avyaan remained crouched before her, his presence both commanding and strangely comforting in the darkness that surrounded them.Aradhya's fingers had gone still on her phone, the screen dimming as she struggled to process his words. You are not replaceable. Not to me. The phrase echoed in her mind, unfamiliar and overwhelming. She had spent so many years believing she was nothing more than a burden, a mistake that had brought only pain to those who should have loved her. Yet here was this man—cold, distant, powerful—telling her she mattered."Look at me," Avyaan said quietly, his voice cutting through her spiraling thoughts.She lifted her gaze hesitantly, meeting his dark eyes. In the moonlight, his angular featu