Her Deviant Husband

21. Disaster!

Athira's pov.

I hated myself.
I hated myself so much that I was sure if there were an award for the most idiotic, naive, and utterly ridiculous woman on Earth, I would win it without any competition.

What had I been thinking? 

Actually, scratch that—I hadn't been thinking. 

I had let that smug, arrogant bastard toy with my mind and body like I was a damn marionette.

 My cheeks burned just at the memory, and no amount of screaming into the void in my head could drown out the sound of his husky voice calling me "sweetheart" or that smug smirk on his face when he said "Mrs. Sehgal."

I clenched my fists as I walked into the house, every step toward my room feeling like I was walking toward my execution. The place was quieter than usual. Of course Athira it was fucking 3am at night.

I shut the door behind me, my forehead falling against the cold wood as I groaned. 

"What the fuck did I do?" 

I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and shame.

My mind replayed every second of that encounter at his apartment—his words, his touch, his commanding tone. Ugh! I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. And the worst part? My traitorous body had liked it. I had begged. I had whimpered.

"Oh my God." I sank onto my bed, burying my face in my hands. 

The universe clearly hated me. 

I could never look him in the eye again, let alone go through with this insane plan of marrying him.

Except...I didn't have a choice.

This wasn't about love or romance. Unlike what I had wanted from life. I was marrying for business.

And the funniest part is my family wasn't the one forcing me into it. I had forced myself into it! 

Athira Roy please tell me where you get your stupidity from? Papa is too-smart for making decisions like this and maa is too responsible to act like a reckless fool like me. So, who was it that made me act like this. 

I can't even blame it on my genes.

Hey Krishna. Maa worshipped you so much and so did I. So, why do I not even get to loose my first kiss and my first orgasm to a man who I love and had to loose it all to a bastard. 

That bastard would be my first husband too! Fuck him.

I wasn't about to get happily-ever-after or grand gestures that I was used to seeing in my family.

No, I was getting a cold, calculated deal between two people who were equally messed up in their own ways. 

I flopped onto my back, staring at the ceiling as my mind raced. 

Dadu's voice rang in my head like a siren. "Stay away from the Sehgals, Athira. They're trouble."

He was right. But Reyansh wasn't just trouble; was the devil. 

And, here I was, tangled in his web like a stupid fly, too distracted by the shine of his golden cage to notice the spider lurking in the shadows.

How the hell was I supposed to explain this to my family?

"Hey, Maa, Papa, Dadu and everyone! Guess what? I'm marrying Reyansh Sehgal because, surprise, we made a deal, and oh, by the way, I totally let him—"