Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Wedding Arc pt-12

Hello guys, so sorry but I was unable to publish due to college conferences and other university related work.

Special MENTION to my baby girl authorinaayaa Who wrote Rishi's pov in this chapter.

I hope you all enjoy the DUAL POV of the two brothers.

As me and Inaaya keep joking

"TWO BAD B!TCHES, AT THE SAME DAMN TIME-"

Not Athira AND Aarna glaring at me and Inaaya from the corner- with a knife.

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Dual POV
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I swear, every time I land in India, I don't feel like I'm just visiting. I feel like a bloody wedding planner on retainer. Somewhere in the fine print of my passport, there must be a clause that says Rishi Sehgal: occasional groom's cousin, full-time wedding staff.

Take Yuvaan's wedding, for example. I arrived with the very noble plan of slipping in, congratulating my cousin, having a drink or three, and making an early exit. Simple. Elegant. I had absolutely no intention of lifting a finger for flower arrangements or table runners. Why would I? That sort of decorative nonsense was none of my concern. My only priority was to be the handsome cousin.

But fate, in its twisted sense of humor, had other plans. Because that was before I saw her. Aarna. The self-appointed commander-in-chief of all things matrimonial. She wasn't walking; she was storming through the venue like she owned the entire operation, and posture screaming CEO of Weddings, Inc. And the insane part? Everyone obeyed her. The decorators, the caterers, even my own relatives.

And me? The man who had sworn off any form of wedding labor? I was suddenly checking on light fixtures, running errands I didn't even know weddings required. Not because I gave a damn about the efficiency of the event—hell no. I couldn't have cared less if the centerpieces were upside down or the mandap caught fire. The only reason I threw myself into the chaos was simple—it kept me close to her. If she was darting left, I found an excuse to follow. If she barked out orders, I pretended to assist.