Her Deviant Husband

Chapter 11

Reyansh's pov.

I lit up a cigarette as she walked inside her home. My eyes lingering on her for a moment too long. 

She is a mystery in my life. 

That's all I could think every time I met her. I felt awed by the fact that the naive girl who always smiled and was a ball of sunshine everywhere would have a side to her that put up so much of a fight.

She was rebellious as hell and was always getting herself into Trouble. That's what I could tell after talking to her three times now. 

She  can't control her smart mouth to save her life. 

As her silhouette disappeared inside the mansion. I found myself starting the car and driving away.

But I felt her presence lingering in my mind.

Fuck she was a tantalizing reminder of everything I craved yet couldn't touch.

I couldn't shake the memory of her sleeping beside me last night, her delicate form rising and falling with each breath, she looked so pure and adorable that it hurt some fucked up part of me.

The urge to reach out, to pull her closer, to lose myself in her warmth had been so overwhelming. 

But that thought was like a flame to a moth—dangerous and alluring.

Why was her name being whispered in darkest corners of our city now of all times? 

What tangled web had drawn her into the ruthless games I played and why on the opposite side?

I gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white as I wrestled with my thoughts. 

Athira was too beautiful, too vibrant for a world like mine. I did want to kill her. I did want to defile her. I did want to fuck up her peace but that's all before I got a feeling of the warmth her presence filled me up with.

I wanted to keep her safe. But not safe from me.

She should be miles away from the blood and betrayal that suffocated my existence. 

Yet, here she was, getting entangled in my fate, drawing me in with every glance, every fleeting touch.

The more I thought about her, the more I felt regretting not fucking the brains out of her last night. I wanted to feel her skin beneath my fingertips, to hear her breath quicken as I pulled her close. The thought of her surrendering to me, of her body entwined with mine, was intoxicating.

No... what are you thinking?!

I sighed feeling frustrated at my repeated thoughts.

The mere thought of something happening to her ignited a dark rage within me, a fury I had learned to control but now struggled to contain.

"Get it together," I muttered, trying to focus on the road ahead. 

I couldn't afford to let my guard down.
The underworld was no place for dreams or fantasies, especially ones that involved a rival's daughter. 

I shook my head, trying to dispel the images flooding my mind. 

I couldn't let myself go there—not with someone like Athira. 

But damn, I wanted her. I wanted to feel her beneath me, to take her in a way that would leave us both breathless.

I am the heir to a powerful family, a ruthless leader who had to do whatever it took to avenge those I had lost.