Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Chapter 66

And just like that, I started laughing—uncontrollably, the kind that bubbles out of your chest before you can stop it, the kind that makes your shoulders shake and your eyes sparkle.

Still wrapped securely in Reyansh's arms, I tilted my head up and grinned at the girl standing across from us.

"You're that Aarna?" I asked, my tone laced with disbelief and amusement. "The one who asked Reyansh if this was a dark romance plot at our wedding?"

Reyansh let out a dramatic sigh from above me, his chest rising and falling. "This is so unnecessary."

Aarna raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. "Only because I'm real and not one of your ghost contacts, Reyansh."

I burst into laughter again and patted Reyansh's chest. "I like her already," I said, giving Aarna a warm smile. There was something incredibly refreshing about her—like she walked into the room and brought a little storm of honesty, sarcasm, and oddly specific chaos with her.

Reyansh rolled his eyes hard enough to injure himself.

"Great. There goes the last bit of peace in my life."

He looked like a man wondering how he ended up in a room full of people determined to drive him crazy. Still, he didn't let go of me. In fact, he held me a little tighter.

"Are you going to keep holding me like this forever, or...?" I teased.

Reyansh smirked, eyes darkening just a little. "Maybe I should. You'd look good in my arms."

I narrowed my eyes. "Ansh, when did you become this impossible?"

"Ever since," he murmured, voice suddenly softer, almost smug as his lips brushed the shell of my ear, "you married me."

Before I could retort, he leaned down and kissed me—slow and sure, like we had all the time in the world and no audience at all. His lips moved against mine with practiced ease, stealing the air right out of my lungs. One arm still wrapped around my waist, the other moved to cradle the back of my head, and I hated myself but I liked the kiss so much that I didn't even care that Aarna was standing right there.