Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Chapter 33

Athira's pov.

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, muted glow over the room.

I stirred, my eyes fluttering open, and for a moment, I wondered if everything that had happened was just a bad dream.

But as the remnants of sleep faded and reality set in.

The last thing I remembered was crying until I suffocated due to the pressure in my chest, and

My body was stiff, and I felt a dull ache in my head—proof of the tears that had consumed me the night before. Slowly, I sat up in bed, my hands shaking as I pushed my hair back from my face. The silence of the room was so pissing off, and I couldn't help but feel like I was trapped in a world I didn't belong to anymore.

I got up, the cold floor underfoot sending a shiver through me, and walked to the mirror. I barely recognized the person looking back at me. The face that stared back was puffy from crying, eyes red-rimmed, and expression empty.

I barely had time to process the reflection before the reality of my situation slammed into me.

How did I get into the bed? Didn't I suffocate and faint of the floor?

My hand gripped the edge of the sink, my reflection mirroring the confusion and anger swirling inside me.

This was his doing. Reyansh's doing. He was the one who had broken me down, who had forced me to feel things I never wanted to feel, who had reduced me to this state of raw, exposed vulnerability. And then walked inside the room without my permission...

Fuck how do I keep forgetting that moron does whatever he wants.

Permission. What a joke.

I had to get out. I had to find a way to escape.

I paced back and forth in my room, my mind racing with frustration. Reyansh had left for work right?

There was no response.

Just silence that following me like a cruel reminder of my captivity. I felt like a bird in a cage!

I had to leave—there had to be a way out. And now was the time to find it...

But as I stepped toward the door, my plan to escape the suffocating room was thwarted when it opened abruptly. Vihaan, stood in the doorway with his usual unreadable expression.

"Morning," I said, my voice sharp as I glared at him.

He didn't respond, just stepped in and held up a hand, effectively blocking my exit. "You're not to leave," he said, his tone as cold as it had been the day before.

"Sir's orders. We're to restrain you if necessary."

My heart skipped a beat. I froze, trying to process the words. I wasn't some prisoner to be kept locked away...

"What do you mean, 'restrain me'?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief.

His eyes were ice-cold, unwavering. "You're not going anywhere, Ma'am. Sir's orders. For your safety."

"For my safety?" I spat out the words, incredulous. "That is some hot load of utter bullshit. If I need protection from anybody in this world it is your jackass boss, Vihaan. Also I'm not some prisoner here."

He didn't flinch, his expression as stoic as ever. "I suggest you stay put," he said curtly, before stepping back and leaving the room.

An asshole has an asshole bodygaurd.