Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Wedding Arc 5

To the Glorious, Chaotic, 200K Club:

Well, well, well... look who pushed this little corner of the internet to 200,000 reads. You beautiful disasters really showed up—and for that, I owe you my unfiltered gratitude (and maybe my last shred of sanity).

To the ones who voted, commented, and emotionally asked me for updates—I love you harder than my characters love emotional trauma.

And to the mysterious creatures who read every single chapter without leaving a single vote or comment? Oh, I see you. You heartless angels. You've broken my spirit and inflated my read count at the same time.

This story started with just me and a Google Doc full of angst. Now it has all of you—messy, hilarious, loyal readers who treat my plot so well.

You've turned typos into inside jokes, characters into obsessions, and my ego into a balloon that's one comment away from popping.

So here's to the 200K milestone, to every scream, swoon, and silent read. You're part of this madness now.

Next stop? Global domination. Or maybe just another cliffhanger. Either way, buckle up.

With love
Lily 💓

Vote Target: 150 to 180
Comment Target : 100+ votes.
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We reached the Kul Devi Mandir by early afternoon sun kissed its gold domes, and a soft breeze made the bells on the entrance gate tinkle.

The place had been closed for VIP darshan, we requested it to be around afternoon because we didn't want to disturb other devotees. This time of day—just after the morning rush—was peaceful.

I was marrying Reyansh Sehgal. Again.
And no matter how many times I said it to myself I wanted to keep reminding myself that.

If someone told me a a few year ago I'd be marrying Reyansh Sehgal—not once but twice—I'd have laughed in their face and called them delusional.

But oh didn't life like to make twists and turns. Something that may seem like a nightmare may turn out to be the best thing fate gifted to you.

Dadi had already started with her "Divine blessings and dirty jokes" routine. "Eva beta," she whispered conspiratorially to my mother, "Did you see the way Reyansh looked at Athira? Lagta hai Devi Maa ki murti se pehle woh prarthana yahi karega."
("I think he's going to say his prayers to her before the idol.")