บททั้งหมดของ His Revange Wife : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Advika's pov "Happy 18th birthday, Advika," my dad said, his lips curved into a smile as he looked at me. The words echoed in my ears, warm and unreal. Today was the day I had been counting down to for years-the day I finally turned eighteen. My heart fluttered with excitement as I glanced at the small cake placed on the table. This was my moment, my biggest day."Now, let's cut the cake," he added gently.He was the only one standing there with me. No friends, no laughter filling the room, no birthday wishes flooding my phone-just him. I wasn't allowed to make friends. I never really knew why, and after a while, I stopped asking. I had learned to accept it, to convince myself that his presence was enough. And honestly, it usually was.Don't be sad because of this, Advika, I told myself silently. Today is the biggest day of your life. Enjoy it."Thank you, Dad," I said softly, trying to pour all my gratitude into those two words.But as I looked at him more closely, something felt.

When I opened my eyes again, everything felt... wrong. The familiar heaviness of fear settled in my chest before my mind could even catch up. I slowly lifted my head, blinking in confusion, and realized I wasn't in the same room anymore. The walls were different-closer, colder-like they were quietly closing in on me.I sat up on a small, narrow bed, my body stiff and sore, my heart instantly racing. The room was much smaller, almost suffocating, with barely enough space to breathe freely. To one side, I noticed an attached washroom, its door slightly open, the dull light inside making the place feel even more unfamiliar.A wave of panic washed over me. When did they move me? How long was I asleep? My mind scrambled for answers, but none came. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to find comfort in my own presence, but the loneliness felt sharper here."No... no, no, no," I whispered frantically, my breath coming out uneven as panic clawed its way up my chest. I can't stay here. The

Continue......His tone hardened slightly, cutting through the silence like a quiet warning. "I asked you something," he said, calm but commanding, each word pressing down on me as my heart raced. I couldn’t let him see my fear. I forced myself to breathe, gathered every broken piece of courage I had left, and slowly turned around to face him. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like he could hear it. "I wasn’t saying....."I began, my voice unsteady despite my effort to control it. Before I could finish, he cut me off sharply. His eyes darkened, his tone low and threatening. "Lie to me,"he said calmly, "and see what happens." The words hit harder than a slap, freezing me in place as fear and defiance tangled painfully inside my chest. I swallowed hard, forcing my fear down, and gathered whatever confidence I could find. Looking straight at him, I blurted it out in one breath, "I was telling her that I’m not afraid of you." A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips as he

Aviraj's pov I didn't rush it.Revenge doesn't survive haste-it rots in it.I knew her long before she knew me. Advika Rathod. Not the daughter of a monster,just a girl living quietly in the shadow of a name she didn't understand. She smiled easily. Trusted too much. That innocence... it made my anger burn slower, deeper.I studied her life the way generals study maps.Her routine.Her silences.The people who failed to protect her without knowing it.I didn't need brute force. Fear leaves marks. Chaos draws attention. I needed her alive, conscious, untouched by suspicion until the very last moment.The day I took her, everything was already aligned.No witnesses.No resistance.No second chances.By the time doubt reached her eyes, she was already mine.Not because I enjoyed it,but because the universe owed me blood, and fate handed me her instead.When she looked at me with confusion... with that quiet disbelief... something twisted in my chest. Not guilt. Never that.Something dar

Author's POVAviraj sat in his office, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. Abhishek stood opposite him, files spread across the desk between them. The air was tense this wasn't routine business."This wasn't a simple hit," Abhishek said quietly. "Harshvardhan Rathod's death was planned with precision. No loose ends. No witnesses. Whoever did it knew his every move."Aviraj's fingers curled slowly into a fist. "He had too many enemies," he said coldly. "But this this was personal."Abhishek nodded. "That's what worries me. It doesn't look like a rival gang. It looks like someone from the inside. Someone who knew how he operated."Silence followed. Aviraj stared ahead, his jaw tightening as old memories stirred anger, loss, unfinished vengeance. Harshvardhan Rathod was gone, but the truth behind his death was still buried, and Aviraj wasn't the kind of man who let unanswered questions rest."Find out who benefited the most from his death," Aviraj finally said. "I don't c