Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Chapter 19 (M)

Athira's Pov

I leaned back in my chair, my head pounding with thoughts. Multiple thoughts.

How was I going to get my family to agree to this bullshit. I can not even begin to think how I would convince them. I knew that papa threw a fit and every murder plan in the book every time a dude so much as looked at me for more than a few seconds. And now I had agreed to marry Reyansh Sehgal of all people in this world. On top of that Dadu had told me to stay away from the Sehgals and I had fucking accepted to marry one!

I am so fucked. And it's all because of Reyansh!

This whole situation was absolutely absurd.

Out of all the insane, manipulative, and outright criminal things Reyansh Sehgal had ever pulled, I bet this was the worst he can do right?

Marry me.

He had said.

I should have slammed the phone down.
I should have called him every name in the book and blocked him for good.
Instead, I'd said yes.

To marriage.

To him.

Oh, hell.

I stared at the ceiling, groaning. "I'm so screwed. This is beyond screwed. This is... unscrewable."

Just then, a soft knock sounded at the door. Before I could respond, it creaked open, revealing Evansh. My baby brother peeked inside with wide, curious eyes.

"Didi?" His voice was as soft as marshmallows. "Are you okay? You look... weird."

I forced a smile.
"Weird, huh? Thanks, baby. That's exactly what I needed to hear."

He wandered in, clutching a bag of chips that was almost as big as him. "You don't look like you, Didi. You're always, like, smiley and bossy. But now you look... tired. Like you lost at chess with dadu or papa."

I sighed, patting the bed. "Come here, fluff ball. I'm just... thinking about work."

Before he could respond, Shaurya sauntered in, a lopsided smirk plastered on his face. "Thinking about work? That's code for 'plotting someone's downfall,' right di?" He flopped into the chair across from me, his leather jacket crinkling.

"Not now, Shaurya," I muttered.

"Not now? So it's true then." He leaned forward, his smirk turning sly. "Ayaan told me your board's planning to pull the rug out from under you. That's why you're looking like someone just kicked your puppy."

My head snapped up. "What did Ayaan tell you?"

"Just the basics," Shaurya said, shrugging. "Your board's getting antsy. They think you're a liability or something. So? Need help? I could sabotage a few cars, or hack into someone's emails. Or hack the whole company's system anything you want. You know, the usual."

Evansh gasped, his big brown eyes wide.
"Bhai, no! You can't break the law. What if you go to jail?"

Shaurya ruffled Evansh's hair.
"Relax, little marshmallow. I'm kidding. Mostly."

I exhaled, shaking my head. "Thanks, Shaurya but I've... figured it out in a lesser criminalish way I guess."

He raised an eyebrow, his sharp gaze scanning my face. "You've figured it out? Really? Because you look like someone just told you your favorite coffee shop is out of caramel syrup for the rest of eternity."

"I'm just tired," I muttered, avoiding his eyes.

"Tired?" Evansh asked, climbing onto the bed beside me.