# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Aayansh Agniwanshi a king of jaipur and CEO of Agniwanshi CO. Lit. A mafia king with ruthless, grumpy, cold.
'Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.' A...
See guy's now I had enough of your silent reading and if you want to do silent read so please don't do it. I seriously didn't want That my work may get spoiled due to such silent reading.I am tired of this silent read.
Today's chapter will be the last chapter. If this chapter has been read silently and I have not received votes and comments, then that's the end of the matter.
And those who follow me on Insta, if you guys support me a little, you won't get any benefit. I mean, people's readers support them and mine disappoints me. And if you are supporting then do it daily and not just once (I'M NOT SAYING TO THOOSE WHO DIDN'T HAVE INSTA)
And now don't comment about this matter. I want to comment on the chapter.
If you do silently read I'm gonna republished the book until you guy's ready to support me on Wattpad and Insta
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The sun was just dipping below the palace dome when the sleek black car rolled into the driveway of Agniwanshi Haveli.
Aayansh stepped out first, dark shirt half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, watch glinting like sin under twilight. His jaw clenched, expression unreadable. Beside him, Ishanvi stepped out gracefully in her soft lilac saree — elegant, minimal, yet something about her screamed Queen has returned. Her eyes held that stormy "I'm pretending I don’t care but I actually do" energy.
They both looked at the grand haveli’s entrance.
Lights were on.
Voices echoed from the living room.
And still…
They didn’t say a word to each other.
Because let’s be real — the drama was thicker than the Jaipur heat.
Aayansh’s steps were calm but heavy, like each one carried the weight of betrayal, guilt, and silent rage. Ishanvi walked beside him like a queen who’d seen war and chosen not to bow.
As they entered the haveli, the entire Agniwanshi Family was gathered in the living area
Raghav and Meera, his Dada-Dadi, seated like royalty, holding hands silently as if they were the soul of this home.
Arjun and Maya, Aayansh’s parents, sitting across them — Maya’s eyes immediately watering the moment she saw her son and bahu after days of tension.
Ravi and Sunita, his uncle and aunt, clearly uncomfortable and anxious.
And on the couch near the window — Ahaan and Ayesha, his younger siblings, already standing up the moment they saw them.
