Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Chapter 26

Mature: Trigger Warning - Gore and Violence

Reyansh's pov.

How many days had it been since I had actually killed someone?
Almost a week...

A week.

I hadn't realized how long it had been until I thought about it. It was strange—how easily time had slipped by, like sand through the cracks of my fingers. One week without bloodshed, without spilling someone's life on the cold, unforgiving ground.

It almost felt... unnatural. I had spent so long in the underworld, the shadows of death always close, that now, a mere week felt like an eternity.

But then again, I had been distracted. Athira...

God, she had a way of making me forget everything. For a while, I allowed myself to be lost in the idea of her—the way her laughter echoed in my mind, the curve of her lips when she smiled, the way her presence filled my life.

I hadn't allowed myself to be distracted ever. And now that I was allowing and accepting the reason of being distracted. I knew one thing. Athira Roy... Can very well be turning into my greatest weakness.

Regardless, when it came to her, nothing seemed to matter.
Nothing else in this world, not even my own empire, and the revenge I wanted to take for so long felt important.

But I couldn't afford to let that distraction take over again. My only aim in life is to destroy everyone involved in my family's betrayal and death.

I had a world to rule.
I had blood to spill.
And I had to remind myself of what I was—the Wraith. The Destroyer.

It's not a name I chose, but one I earned. Every death, every drop of blood spilled, every soul I claimed with a ruthless, unwavering hand... built that name.

The weak beg for mercy, but mercy is a commodity I cannot afford to give.

Mercy is but just a word here. I didn't rise to power by being merciful.

The ones who you spare mercy inevitable become the cause of your doom.

I didn't carve my way to the top by playing fair. I had to accept that much.

After Nanu's death the my Father almost claimed the title of the next Head of the family. But that didn't happen. According to Nanu's will. Only one who is Sehgal by blood. Like me could take over. So naturally I became the heir at the age of 10. So, when you are a child who is the heir of the strongest mafia in the country then you attract death.

At every moment of my life someone tried to assassinate me after that and the only way out was to kill them first. Manipulate them. It was all a game of chess. It was not who made the first move. It was about who made the fatal game ending move.

Regardless, me being ruthless— was the reason I survived. I stayed at the top because I understood the game better than anyone else.

The underworld is a place for the strong. And strength isn't measured by how many people you have in your corner; it's measured by how many bodies you leave behind, how many lives you've taken to claim the throne.

This empire?
It's built on betrayal, blood and death.

I didn't choose this path—it chose me.
I was born into this life.

In this world, there's no room for weakness. You either destroy, or you are destroyed. There is no middle ground, no grey area.

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