Her Deviant Husband

Chapter 12

Athira's Pov

I didn't know I would have to come back here so soon.
I wish I didn't come back here. 

I was way too embarrassed to even think straight.
I had hidden my confusion well in the morning but would I be able to keep a brave act again. 

I wanted to know what had happened. 

I wanted to know what trouble he had said he would keep me away from. The bits and pieces of information I recalled was nothing but making me feel even more confused than before. 

Who is Reyansh Sehgal truly?

And why do I keep running into him again and again.

It can't even be called coincidence anymore with how painfully humiliating every encounter with him was.

I had come to get back my phone but his assistant asked me to wait for him while he went to get Reyansh.

That was nearly Three hours Ago!

I had searched every corner of the apartment and still couldn't find my phone. If I could, I would have just taken it and disappeared from this place already. 

Freaking hell. How very frustrating!

Haye Krishna! I am never going to drink again. I promise.

I paced the dimly lit living room, glancing at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time.

Did Vihaan go to get him or did he die on the way? 

What was that stupid jerk even doing?
Was he out there getting himself into trouble? 

Well that's his problem but why do I have to wait for his annoying ass?!

The door creaked open, and I looked up, my heart racing as I saw Reyansh stagger in. 

His expression was dazed, eyes unfocused as if he'd been pulled from a dream. 

He leaned against the doorframe for support there was a IV cannula attached to his left hand, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of concern. 

I noticed the way he was swaying, the flush of his skin.

Did he have a fever?
Was he alright?
Did he just come back from the hospital?

"What the hell happened to you?" I shot, irritation mingling with worry. He stumbled further into the living room, his shirt half-tucked, looking like a beautiful disaster.

He was about to say something, but his words came out slurred, barely coherent. 

"A-Athira..." he muttered, and I felt my heart race for a completely different reason.

I moved closer, my frown deepening as I caught a glimpse of the struggle behind his eyes. What's up with him? Why did he look like some kind of drug addict?!

Concentrate Athira... You came here for your phone. Nothing else.

"Where's my phone?" I demanded, cutting through the fog of his mind.
"You took it with you, didn't you?"

"Don't... don't care 'bout that," he mumbled, swaying dangerously on his feet. 

The feverish heat radiated off him, and I couldn't help but feel teeny tiny bit concerned. 

He seemed out of it. 

"Reyansh," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "you need to focus. Where is my phone?" 

But my words were fell to a deaf ear when I noticed a wild look in his eyes, something like a tinge of control and his eyes were unfocused, and I hated to admit that he actually looked beautiful in his vulnerable state for a change.