His Replaced Bride! Silent War!

Silent War!

“Respect isn’t given, it’s earned. And Siya was about to prove that she wasn’t just an unwanted bride… she was a force to be reckoned with.”

A month had passed since Siya had entered the Rathore mansion.

Thirty days of cold stares from Devika.

Thirty days of whispers from the servants and relatives.

Thirty days of sharing a house with a husband who barely acknowledged her presence.

Siya had endured it all.

She had played her part as the bahu of the Rathore family, managing household responsibilities, overseeing servants, and maintaining the family’s image at social events. But no matter what she did, Devika refused to accept her.

And Virat? He had kept his distance.

Their relationship remained strained neither warmth nor hatred, just a void of indifference. He came home late, left early, and barely spoke to her unless necessary.

Siya told herself it didn’t matter. She wasn’t here to win his love.

But fate had its own plans.

And soon, she was about to step into Virat’s world in a way neither of them had expected.

It was an unusually tense morning at the Rathore mansion.

The moment Siya stepped out of her room, she noticed the atmosphere was different. Servants whispered in hushed voices, rushing around as if walking on eggshells.

Curious, Siya walked towards the study, where the large doors were slightly ajar.

Inside, she saw Virat sitting at his desk, his forehead resting against his hands, his phone buzzing with endless calls. Papers were scattered across the table.

Standing across from him was Karan Malhotra, Virat’s childhood friend and business partner. He was a sharp, charming man with an easy-going nature, but today, even he looked tense.

Karan Malhotra (Virat’s Best Friend)

This is a mess, Virat! (Karan muttered, scrolling through his tablet)

Karan Malhotra (Virat’s Best Friend)

If we don’t fix this, the investors will pull out. We’ll lose the deal.

Siya frowned. A business deal?

She knew that Virat was handling a massive construction project, a deal worth crores. From what she had overheard in passing, the Rathore Group had partnered with international investors to build a luxury resort chain.

Virat Rathore (ML)

How the hell did this happen? (Virat exhaled sharply)

Karan Malhotra (Virat’s Best Friend)

The market fluctuations hit harder than we expected. Our projected revenue margins are now too risky for investors. (he sighed)

Virat Rathore (ML)

If we can’t convince them that our financial model is stable, they’ll withdraw. (Virat clenched his jaw)

Siya’s brows furrowed. Projected revenue margins? Financial model?

Her mind instantly began calculating possibilities. She had spent years studying finance, managing her father’s accounts, and understanding economic trends, even if no one had ever acknowledged her skills.

And now, as she listened to their conversation, a solution was already forming in her head.

Siya took a deep breath and pushed open the door fully.