The mute Bride of the mafia king のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 77

🩷 🍒The night had stretched endlessly, heavy and unmoving, as though even time itself had slowed inside the quiet hospital room. Machines hummed in steady rhythm, their soft beeping the only proof that life still flowed gently through the fragile figure lying on the bed. Outside the window, the darkness slowly began to thin, surrendering to the faint silver of early morning.Aradhya stirred.At first, it was only a slight movement of her fingers beneath the blanket. A faint crease formed between her brows as consciousness tugged at her, pulling her away from the deep, dreamless void. Her ankle throbbed dully. Her head felt heavy. The sterile scent of antiseptic invaded her senses before her eyes even opened.When she finally blinked awake, the world appeared blurred.The ceiling lights were dimmed, casting a pale glow across the room. For a moment, confusion clouded her thoughts. She tried to shift, but a soft ache shot through her leg, reminding her of the fall. Her breath hitched

🩷 🍒 The cricket match was going on.The bedroom was softly lit by the glow of the television, the curtains half-drawn as late evening light blended with the artificial brightness from the screen. The faint hum of the air conditioner mixed with the distant echo of stadium cheers coming from the speakers. The large bed was slightly unmade from where she had been resting, pillows adjusted behind her back for support. A glass of water sat untouched on the bedside table. The soup bowl placed earlier rested on a tray nearby, now empty.Aradhya was sitting upright against the cushions.Her eyes were completely fixed on the screen.The flashing scoreboard reflected in her pupils. The rapid movement of players, the swing of the bat, the crowd rising in waves — everything was mirrored on her face.A small smile appeared when a shot found the gap.Her brows pulled together when the ball lifted into the air.Her shoulders dropped when a wicket seemed close.She was fully encouraged by the matc

🩷 🍒 The dining hall lights were brighter than usual. Or maybe it only felt that way because tension sharpened everything.The long marble table reflected the chandelier above, casting fractured light across the polished floor. Every chair was aligned perfectly. Every surface spotless. Yet the air was thick — heavy with something unspoken.Twenty-two maids stood in a straight line near the far wall.Uniforms crisp. Heads lowered. Hands clasped in front of them.But discipline could not hide fear.Whispers had started the moment word spread that he had called them all.“He never comes down for staff matters…”“Did someone steal something?”“Why does he look like that today?”The doors opened.Silence fell instantly.Avyaan entered without hurry.No raised voice. No dramatic movement.Just presence.He walked forward with measured steps, his expression blank, eyes steady. The calmness was more unsettling than rage. Anger could be predicted. Controlled silence could not.He stopped at

🩷 🍒 Morning sunlight spread softly across Rajvansh Mansion, warming the tall glass windows and polished marble floors. The grand hall looked alive again — fresh flowers in crystal vases, silk curtains drawn halfway to let the breeze pass, and faint temple chants echoing from the prayer room. It had been one week since the incident, and peace had slowly returned to the house. The tension that once lingered in corners had faded into something gentler.Aradhya’s leg had grown better. She still walked with care, her steps measured and slow, but there was more strength in her balance now. The brace remained, yet she no longer leaned heavily on the railing. That morning she was helping her mother-in-law prepare for a small puja. Silver plates were arranged neatly. Incense sticks were placed beside oil lamps. Marigold petals were spread in circular patterns on the floor.Across the hall, Abhishek and riya were sitting on the large cream sofa, completely absorbed in a football match playin