๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐|18+
"๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฆ๐จ๐๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ก๐'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ -๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐. ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐๐ฌ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ค ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง." He was silence forged in grief. She was innocence walking straight into war. And fate? It didn't ask. It demanded. Avni Sahani wasn't supposed to be his. She was supposed to study, dream, breathe in her small, vibrant world of colors and chai and chatter. But one signature, one royal match, and everything she knew was caged inside the golden walls of the Roy Empire. Krish Roy didn't believe in second chances. He didn't believe in softness, in laughter, in love. Not after her. So when destiny throws Avni into his path - wide-eyed, stubborn, alive - he doesn't fall. He captures. He owns. And he warns. "Say yes, Avni. Or I swear, I'll break you until you do." She's forced into a marriage that looks perfect on paper. He tells the world it's arranged. But no one sees the threats behind the silence, the scars behind the ring. "Why me?" "Because I lost the one I loved. And now... I need someone to blame." But what happens when the storm he cages starts softening the walls he swore no one would ever touch? What happens when hate starts sounding too much like heartbeats? "You're not supposed to matter." "Then stop looking at me like I already do." This isn't a fairytale. It's revenge stitched into wedding rituals. It's tension in shared glances. It's love... disguised as war. His Silent Bride. Because some girls break quietly. And some? They whisper until even stone hearts start to bleed.
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