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### Chapter 1: A Note For My Silent Readers ♡

Dear Silent Readers,

(please don't skip or just read last two para.)

I just realized that I was expecting a bit too much from my genuine readers, when in reality just reading the story itself is already more than enough.

And I understand that once you start reading a story, stopping in between to comment or vote can feel distracting-even I don't like doing that sometimes.

And honestly, I don't even want that pressure... it's not necessary for you to vote on every chapter or comment, and I also can't reply to every single comment.

But if you directly comment or ask something related to the story, I will definitely reply to it.

The main point is that in the future, when I open my story again, I just want to know who actually gave their time to it.

So this is a polite request to all readers: if you are reading the full story, please leave a small mark on the last chapter. And if you feel the story wasn't for you and you skip it, then please leave your mark on the last chapter you read.

Like if you really loved the story [ ♡ ], if it was okay-ish ( ☆ )... but if it was very bad, I won't include that option because honestly, it would hurt me.

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If you miss even a single line, you'll miss a lot. This story isn't about loud confessions—it's about the little things he does for her comfort, even when she doesn't notice them.

Not smut. Just pure love. 🤍

And....

It's my own work—no copy-paste. And of course, English isn't my first language... not even my second.

I used very simple English because I wanted everyone to be able to read and enjoy it.

Looking back now, I can't help but laugh at myself. What a childish thing to do.

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One last thing: if you find any mistake, please let me know. I will correct it. And sorry in advance for any mistakes👀😛

Well....I’ve already made a small mistake.😭 In a few places, I accidentally wrote Vardhan instead of "Vardan".

If you happen to spot it anywhere, please let me know. 🥹 (Except in the poll—I can’t edit that.) I’ll correct it everywhere else as soon as possible.

Thank you to all silent readers.

Love you ♡

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### Chapter 2: prologue

"कहते हैं मोहब्बत रूहों का मिलन होती है,

मगर आजकल लोग जिस्मों तक ही सफ़र करते हैं।

इसीलिए शायद फ़सानों के मर्द याद रह जाते हैं,

और हक़ीक़त के मर्द भुला दिए जाते हैं।"

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Later that night, everyone had gathered around the dining table for dinner. The quiet clinking of cutlery and the soft conversations filled the room, creating a calm atmosphere.

Renuka Maa looked at me from across the table. Her expression was gentle, but I could see the concern hidden behind her eyes.

"Beta," she asked softly, "did Avyukt mention when he'd be back?"

I froze for a second.

No... he hadn't told me anything.

My fingers tightened slightly around my spoon as I searched for the right words. I opened my mouth to reply, but before a single word could leave my lips—

The front door clicked open.

Every pair of eyes instinctively turned toward the entrance.

Avyukt walked inside quietly, but something about him felt different. His shirt buttons were open from the top, sleeves folded till his elbows, hair messy, and his whole body looked exhausted and covered in sweat.

"I already ate outside," he said without looking at anyone before walking straight toward the study room.

Dad looked at me gently. "Go check what happened, beta."

I quickly went upstairs, but as soon as I reached near the study room, my steps stopped. The door wasn't fully closed, and from inside I heard Avyukt's voice-cold, angry, dangerous.

> "How dare that bastard even look at my belonging?"

My breath got stuck.

> "Right now he only got his head and hand broken. Next time, I'll kill him."

I saw Fresh blood on his hand...

I quietly stepped back before he could notice me and walked straight toward the bedroom. By the time I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs already felt weak.

Suddenly...

this marriage didn't feel simple anymore.

A few minutes later, Renuka Maa, Siya, and Ruhi walked into the room. Maa looked at me carefully and asked softly, "Beta... you didn't go to the study room, right?"

Maa sighed lightly and sat beside me. "Good that you didn't go. Avyukt rarely gets angry... but when he does, even I don't go in front of him."

Ruhi flopped dramatically onto the bed and crossed her arms. "Exactly! When he's angry, he ignores me too. Normally only he spoils me in this house, but when Bhaiya gets mad, he forgets I'm even his sister."

Siya looked shocked. "But what even happened? How can someone suddenly get this angry while working?"

Ruhi shrugged before moving closer to her. "Something must've happened. Forget it. Bhaiya's probably going to stay in the study room tonight anyway."

Renuka Maa gently stroked my head before standing up. "Just let him calm down till morning. Don't go there to call him."

After they all left, silence filled the room again.

I was still sitting on the edge of the bed when suddenly I stood up hearing the door open.

Avyukt walked inside.

The first thing I noticed was that his shirt buttons were properly closed now. His sleeves were rolled down, and there wasn't a single trace of blood visible on his hands anymore.

Without saying anything, he opened the closet, took out comfortable clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he came out wearing a dark grey night suit, drying his hair with a towel.

I was still standing in the exact same place.

He casually sat down on the couch while rubbing his wet hair and said, "There's a burger and blueberry cheesecake in my car. Tell the staff to bring it."

I stared at him in shock.

Just some time ago, this man sounded ready to kill someone...

and now he was calmly telling me he brought my favorite food.

He looked toward me. "What happened? I forgot to bring food for everyone else, So bring it upstairs and eat it in room."

He was trying to sound soft, but the anger hidden underneath still made his voice cold.

Before he could say anything more, I quickly walked out of the room.

Seriously...

the more I saw him, the harder he became to understand.

When I returned, Avyukt was already lying on the couch with his eyes closed.

I stood there awkwardly with the food in my hands. I didn't have the courage to ask anything... but at the same time, I couldn't eat alone either.

As if sensing I was still there, he opened his eyes slightly and said coldly,

> "Go eat in the balcony. Throw everything in the dustbin afterward and sleep early without making a mess."

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I hope you like this, and I urge you to definitely read this story. I have only just started writing it, but believe

me-I will keep you hooked.

👇🏻💗

For those who couldn't read the Hindi shayari at the beginning of the prologue, this is for you....

It means: People often say that true love is about a deep connection between two souls, not just physical attraction. But nowadays, many relationships are based mainly on appearance or the body. Because of that, people tend to admire the emotionally devoted, respectful, and deeply loving men they read about in fiction, while overlooking or forgetting real men who may have those qualities in everyday life.

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