Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Chapter 31 (M)

Trigger Warning: Mature Content, Non-Consensual acts of Sex

Reyansh's pov.

My grip on her wrist tightened as I dragged her away from the pandal. The fire hissed and spat in the background, as if mocking the chaos I had created, but I didn't falter.

Behind us, her Mother's sobs echoed, each broken wail sharp enough to slice through the tension in the air.

"Atharva," she cried, her voice trembling with desperation. "Do something! Don't let him take my baby! Please! I am begging you!"

Athira turned her head slightly, just enough for me to catch the steel in her gaze. No tears stained her cheeks, no plea escaped her lips, but the betrayal in her eyes was a dagger to my chest.

Her father, Atharva, stood stoic and silent, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might shatter. His arms were wrapped around her Mother, who was sobbing uncontrollably into his chest. Beside them, her Dadi sat frozen now, gripping tightly into Anurag Roy's hand, so tightly her knuckles had turned white.

I could feel the weight of their hatred, their murderous glares boring into my back. Her cousins were the most vocal though.

"Let her go, you bastard!" Shaurya shouted, his voice shaking with fury as he took a threatening step forward.

"Touch her again, and I swear—" Ayaan began, but Atharva's voice cut through like a whip.

"Not now. If he harms Athira..." He paused as if unable to even complete his thoughts or vocalise them

I didn't look back. I didn't need to. I already knew the storm I had unleashed. The weight of their fury wasn't new to me; it had been inevitable the moment I'd painted her hairline with my blood. Married her while keeping them alive.

But this was all because they had decided to spill the blood of another first and burry it. Now they will have to live with knowing that someone with the same blood has their beloved daughter or grand daughter.

The reaped what they sowed.

Athira's steps faltered as I pulled her down the steps, but I didn't loosen my grip. She didn't struggle, didn't cry, didn't beg.

She kept her chin high, her silence screaming defiance louder than words ever could.

"You want to let go of me now?" she finally hissed, her voice low and venomous. "Or does your ego need me to collapse before you're satisfied?"

I stopped abruptly, turning to face her. The fire in her eyes rivaled the flames we had left behind.

"Collapse?" I said, my voice calm but cold. "You're stronger than that, Athira. That's why I chose you."

Her laughter was sharp and humorless.

"Chose me? Don't delude yourself. This wasn't a choice—it was an ambush."

Her words stung, but I refused to show it.
"Call it what you want. The result is the same."

She wrenched her arm free from my grip, taking a step back but not running. Her gaze flicked past me, back toward her family. Her Mother's cries were still audible, and the sight of her father's seething rage made her shoulders straighten even further.

"Do you feel powerful now?" she asked, her voice trembling just the lightest bit. "Dragging me away while my family watches? Making me a part of your sick game? Is that how you define strength, Reyansh Sehgal?"

I stepped closer, lowering my voice so only she could hear. "You're mistaken if you think this is a game. This is survival. For you, for me, for everyone who's part of this story."