Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Chapter 53

The low hum of the helicopter blades sliced through the silence of the night and nothing could ease the storm brewing within me. I sat in the leather seat, jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

Reason : My wife.

The glass of whiskey in my hand remained untouched, the amber liquid catching the dim cabin lights as I swirled it absentmindedly. It was meant to steady my nerves, but the fire already burning in my veins needed no encouragement.

Athira Roy Sehgal.

My wife had left in the middle of the night—for an urgent meeting.

After I had precisely told her to stay at home. To stay safe.

I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Almost.

She knew exactly what kind of world I belonged to. What kind of dangers lurked in the shadows, waiting for a single misstep. And yet, she had walked straight into the lion's den, alone.

The Oberoi Hotel. Yes, it belonged to her family friends. Yes, under the light, she held power and influence. But when darkness felt threatened by the light, it didn't cower—it struck.

And if there was one thing my wife excelled at, it was getting herself into trouble.
Recklessly. Boldly.
As if she had nine lives to spare.

I knew that within those gleaming walls, she had some semblance of control. An advantage. But that meant little when the enemies I had spent years battling were just as ruthless in the shadows as I was.

I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to focus.
Now was not the time for emotions.
Emotions were, are, and always will be a weakness.

I trusted my wife's abilities.
She was far more cunning than she let on, intelligent, and fearless.
But even the smartest players sometimes underestimated the game.

Vihaan sat across from me, his phone pressed against his ear. His posture was tense, his fingers drumming against the armrest as he listened. Then, finally, he ended the call, his jaw tight as he met my gaze.