Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Chapter 38

Athira's pov.

Reyansh's body collapsed into my arms, heavy and lifeless.

For a moment, I froze, unable to process the sight of him—him—so still, so vulnerable.

The Reyansh Sehgal never showed weakness. Not when he was stabbed, not when he was at the face of death, not when he was bleeding, not when he was killing and especially not when he was around me.

"Reyansh!" I screamed, my voice raw, my throat burning with panic.

No. No. No.

My mind was already spiraling at the thought of Evansh being kidnapped. But now seeing Reyansh bleeding in my arms I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore.

My trembling hands pressed against the gaping wound in his abdomen trying to stop the blood that didn't seem to stop.

His blood oozed between my fingers, hot and sticky, staining my skin as it pooled beneath us.

"Wake up! Don't you fucking dare do this to me!" I shouted, shaking him gently. His head rested motionlessly against my shoulder. My knees scrapped against the dirt as I tried to get closer to him. The sting didn't even register in my mind as I felt his head start to slip off my shoulder, his face pale, his breaths shallow and ragged.

Tears streaked down my cheeks as I pressed harder on his wound. I noticed how his lips started turning a light shade of bluish purple.

Athira. Athira Roy. Athira Roy Sehgal!

Remember something that papa would have blurted out in his big brain doctor moments. Come on. Come on. Remember something!

Blue lips...
No Blood Coagulation...
Pale skin...
Shallow Breaths...
Think. Think. Think for fuck sake.

What is it...

Damn it... I know this!

I know it...

Poison.

There was poison on the blade he was stabbed with.

But... But Reyansh is indestructible.

He'd shun death on it's face. He didn't fall. He didn't bleed out in my arms like this.

He can't!

"Come on, Reyansh," I whispered, my voice breaking. "You're not allowed to die on me, you hear me? You promised, you bastard. You promised to ruin me! You asked me not to leave you!"

My heart felt like it was being crushed in a vice. His blood soaked into my clothes, into the earth beneath us, as I frantically shook him again.

"Reyansh!" I called out his name once more. Hoping he'd at least open his eyes.

"Vihaan!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the still forest. "Fuck! Help me your boss got stabbed!"

Before I could gather my thoughts, the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps reached my ears. I looked up, my tear-blurred vision focusing on the man emerging from the shadows.

Rudra Shekawat.
(a/n: refer chapter 15 if you forgot who he is... he is an important character lol)

Followed by almost fifteen men.

His arrogant smirk twisted my stomach into knots, his dark eyes glinting with triumph as they roved over me and Reyansh whom I clutched closer in my arms. He looked far too pleased, as though watching Reyansh fall was his life's crowning achievement.

"Well, well," Rudra drawled, his voice smooth and venomous yet edged with playfulness and cunningness.

"The mighty Reyansh Sehgal finally brought to his knees. Who would've thought it'd be this easy?"