Her Deviant Husband

Chapter 37

Reyansh's Pov.

The door slammed behind me, the sound reverberating through the suffocating silence of the mansion. The blood on my hands felt cold now, sticky and clinging to my gloves. Disgusting and filthy as always.

Three days.

It had been three goddamn days of pretending I didn't notice Athira falling apart, her eyes swollen from tears, her untouched meals staring back at me from the dining table. I'd locked myself in my study, torn between giving her space and punishing myself for wanting her so badly.

Why had I asked her not to leave?

What was the reason I found myself craving for her presence even in her absence?
What was the reason that I kept wanting even her hatred and tears if it meant she stayed with me?
What was the reason I felt like I was breathing of fucking ash and everything physically hurt when I even thought about her leaving me the moment she was done with her revenge or when she proved me wrong about my revenge?

There was no reason for her to stay with me.

Not a single Reason.

I looked back at the food lying cold on the dining table once again.

"Vihaan... did Athira eat?" I asked pinching the bridge of my nose due to my splitting head ache. I hadn't slept in three days not a wink. And the lack of sleep was seriously getting to me.

"No sir... Ma'am hasn't come down from her room today at all."

"Then why did no one give her dinner in her room? Are you all morons?" I asked frustrated at the fact that nothing seemed to be going right these day.

"Sir... you forget Ma'am is stubborn... in ways even more so than you." I click my tongue. Clearly... she was stubborn.

Stubborn in her foolishness.
Stubborn in her wit.
Stubborn in her hate.

"I'll talk to her." I waved my hand asking Vihaan to leave the mansion for the day. All the staff had already left. Since it was a Sunday and a long weekend.

Four days of me looking after my stubborn little menace. How very charming. If only she was fighting with me instead of going on Hunger strike while crying herself to sleep.

I walked upstairs towards her room.

I shoved the door open without knocking.

The sight that greeted me stopped me dead in my tracks.

What was Shaurya even doing here? How did he come here? I mean he did have his ways. In fact I may be shocked that he hadn't done this sooner considering what kind of person he is.

Silence fell the moment I entered, and my eyes found her immediately.

Athira.

She stood frozen, her lips parted like she had been about to say something, but now all she could do was stare. Wide, doe-like eyes locked onto me, flickering with fear and something else I couldn't quite place.

Her whisper was barely audible, her voice like a thread of air. "Reyansh."

I didn't respond right away. My steps were deliberate as I walked further into the room. Her gaze darted to the red smears I left on the doorknob, then back to me. I didn't miss the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed. She was scared.

It wasn't the first time she had seen blood on me... but she should know that instead of being scared she should know that this blood showed everything I was capable of. Everything I'd do for her.

"What the fuck is going on?" My voice was quiet, flat, carrying none of the annoyance boiling beneath the surface. I didn't need to raise it.

She didn't answer right away, and I could see her struggling to find the right words, her lips trembling slightly.