Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Chapter 70

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(2 Years Later)

Two years is a lifetime when you've lived through hell and come out the other side blinking against the light.

The world hadn't ended in blood and fire like I used to imagine during those nights when every breath felt like it was borrowed from my mother.

Instead, life had stilled into something else—an unrecognizable rhythm of calm. And maybe I should've feared the calm more than the chaos. But Athira never let me spiral alone anymore.

She was the one who turned my chaos into calm.

She was now the CEO of Roy Empire. Her rise hadn't been loud or dramatic. She worked hard to learn from her mistakes and kept learning till she deserved the role.

The way she balanced ledgers and loyalties was poetry in motion.

Now in the Mafia world knew her not just as the granddaughter of Anurag Roy or my wife, but as Athira Roy Sehgal.

She is my queen.
My life.

Things had settled, surprisingly.

Deals became cleaner, weapons quieter, and the unnecessary noise faded into shadows.

Vihaan, too found love.

He had shocked everyone when he fell in love. Saranya—his wife now—was a contradiction wrapped in silk and steel.

A mafia princess, yes, but also a lawyer who quoted constitutional law . The woman could recite Supreme Court judgments and could probably slit your throat with the same smile. And Vihaan? That man was head over heels.

He split his time between Bangalore and Mumbai, his heart divided between his love for Saranya and the cold call of duty as the mafia's second-in-command.

I sometimes watched him from a distance, still unable to believe that he had found it—peace. Or something like it.

Inara, my little sister, had left it all behind. She walked away with Jai—the man who had once betrayed me, once stood beside me, and now chose a different life with her.