POSSESSED BY HER

MARRY MY HUSBAND

I leaned back against the chair lazily while twirling the pen between my fingers as Dhruv sat across from me looking seconds away from resigning from his profession altogether.

Meanwhile Vihaan leaned against the edge of the table beside me with his arms crossed, looking far too relaxed for someone who casually ruined multiple lives for me.

"So why exactly did you both call me here?" Dhruv asked while walking inside the office with a file tucked under his arm.

I sighed dramatically and leaned back against the chair while looking toward Vihaan.

"What happened to that oldie?" I asked. "Why did you call this man instead?"

"That oldie is not feeling well," Vihaan replied calmly. "So I summoned his grandson instead."

Dhruv blinked slowly. "You both are literally insulting my grandfather right in front of me."

"Your grandfather is an irritating fellow, Dhruv," I muttered while crossing my arms.

He thought for a second. "Okay fine," he admitted seriously. "I agree with that one."

Vihaan snorted beside me. Dhruv pulled the chair and sat across from us while narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"Now seriously," he muttered. "Why did you both call me here?"

Vihaan looked at him with the most dramatic expression possible before pointing directly toward me. "Miss Misandrist suddenly fell in love."

Dhruv gasped loudly and looked at me in complete disbelief. "Wow," he whispered dramatically. "The great Viyana?"

I rolled my eyes immediately. "Stop reacting like I committed a crime."

"You emotionally terrified men for years," Dhruv replied. "This is bigger than crime."

Vihaan nodded proudly. "She literally used to say marriage is a capitalist trap."

"And now?" Dhruv asked excitedly.

Vihaan pointed toward my phone lying on the table. "She smiles at 'Did you eat?' messages."

Dhruv burst into laughter as Vihaan joined him.

I glared at both of them immediately. Dhruv leaned forward dramatically. "Wait wait wait. So you actually love him?"

I looked away casually. "Yes."

Silence.

Then suddenly Dhruv slapped the table loudly. "OH MY GOD."

"Relax." I hissed in irritation.

"No this is genuinely shocking," he muttered while staring at me like I transformed into another species. "You once rejected a billionaire because he called you 'cute.'"

"He breathed incorrectly," I defended.

"And now you are married to a nurse." He said.

"My husband," I corrected automatically.

Both men immediately exchanged looks.

Vihaan sighed dramatically. "See? She keeps correcting everyone like this now."

Dhruv looked deeply fascinated. "What kind of man even managed to survive you emotionally?"

I smiled faintly without realizing it. "A very patient one."

Vihaan fake gagged beside me. "Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting."

Dhruv ignored him completely. "So this Adithya guy..." he started curiously. "Does he know you are mentally unstable?"

"He is discovering slowly." I shrugged.

"Poor man." Dhruv said shaking his head in mock sadness.

"He loves me." I said proudly.

"That makes him more concerning." He added.

I threw a pen at Dhruv immediately while Vihaan laughed shamelessly. Honestly this office felt less like a corporate meeting and more like two criminals gossiping about my love life.

Well...Dhruv was my childhood friend.

...Friend?

Honestly I didn't even know what exactly to call him anymore.

He was more like an irritating brother forced into my life since kindergarten. We studied in the same school, grew up together, fought almost every single day, and somehow still remained stuck with each other after all these years.

He was the mutual bestfriend for both me and Vihaan since childhood.

And unfortunately for him he also happened to be the grandson of the legendary old man, Mr. Rajesh.

Dhruv eventually became a criminal lawyer which honestly suited him perfectly because this man knew almost every illegal thing me and Vihaan ever did and spent most of his time handling our legal disasters. And occasionally helping us commit crimes too.

"Okay," Dhruv muttered finally while pulling a file toward him. "Let's be serious now."

He opened the file and took out a contract carefully. "My grandfather was literally scolding you while explaining this contract to me," he said while laughing softly.

"Old man has anger issues," I muttered.

"He specifically called you emotionally destructive." He giggled.

"That sounds accurate." I shrugged proudly.

Vihaan snorted beside me while Dhruv slid the papers toward me.

"Your contract expires in three days, Viyana." He said.

I looked down at the papers calmly. Then suddenly smiled faintly. "You mean my wedding anniversary is coming."

Both men blinked at me.

"Oh," I added thoughtfully while leaning back against the chair. "Then I should buy something for my husband."

Dhruv stared at me in disbelief. "This is actually terrifying."

"What?" I asked, offended.

"You are smiling while talking about marriage."Dhruv narrowed his eyes.

"I smile normally too." I said.

"No," Vihaan replied immediately. "You used to smirk like a villain before. This smiling thing started after Adithya."

Dhruv sighed dramatically after a moment. "This feels illegal somehow."

I laughed softly. "Shut up."

"No seriously," he continued while pointing at me accusingly. "You literally threatened a man into marriage and somehow ended up becoming obsessed with him."

Vihaan nodded thoughtfully. "I think Adithya has Stockholm syndrome."

I threw the nearest file at both of them immediately.

"Both of you are single," I muttered while crossing my arms proudly. "So don't talk about love lives. You both know absolutely nothing about true love."

Vihaan looked deeply offended immediately. "Excuse me?"

Dhruv scoffed beside him.

"Miss Viyana," Vihaan continued dramatically, "just one year ago you were literally one of us."

"And," he stressed, "you used to say you hated men."

Dhruv suddenly pointed at me. "Yes," he added seriously. "At some point I genuinely thought you were a lesbian."

I stared at him blankly. "Dhruv."

"What? You hated every man who breathed near you."

"I still fucking hate all men except Adithya," I clarified calmly.

The room went silent for one second. Then both of them burst out laughing.

"That poor man is literally the chosen one," Dhruv muttered while wiping the corner of his eye dramatically.

Vihaan leaned against the chair while shaking his head. "Imagine being the only male approved by Viyana."

"Historic achievement," Dhruv agreed.

I glared at both of them. "You both are acting jobless."

"No," Vihaan replied immediately. "We are fascinated."

Dhruv suddenly leaned forward with narrowed eyes.

"Tell me honestly," Dhruv asked while leaning forward on the chair with the most irritating grin possible, "you feel butterflies right?"

"Shut the fuck up," I muttered immediately.

"Aww," Vihaan cooed dramatically. "She is getting shy."

He high-fived Dhruv instantly and both of them started laughing like absolute maniacs inside my office.

I narrowed my eyes dangerously before leaning back against the chair with a smirk. "How exactly can I explain love to two emotionally damaged idiots?"

Both of them stopped laughing immediately.

I pointed toward Vihaan first. "One got cheated on by his own wife."

"Low blow," Vihaan muttered in offense.

Then I slowly pointed toward Dhruv. "And the other one got rejected by his crush in fifth grade."

Dhruv gasped loudly. "Why are you bringing up that after almost twenty years?"

"She said she liked your friend instead," Vihaan added helpfully before laughing loudly.

"That was a traumatic event!" Dhruv shouted.

I burst out laughing immediately while he looked personally betrayed. "You literally cried during lunch break," I reminded him.

"I was ten!"

"You wrote poetry for her." I added.

"STOP TALKING."

Vihaan clutched his chest dramatically. "Oh my god this office is healing my depression."

"I only got rejected," Dhruv defended dramatically while pointing toward himself proudly. "But this man got into a relationship for almost twelve years, married his sweetheart, had a whole daughter with her and STILL got cheated on."

I almost fell off the chair laughing.

Vihaan stared at Dhruv in complete disbelief. Dhruv immediately moved his chair away from him protectively.

"Twelve years is actually insane," I gasped dramatically. "That woman literally completed side quests while being married to you."

"VIYANA."

Dhruv slammed the table while laughing loudly. "Brother got cheated after building a whole family."

Vihaan looked deeply offended now. "You both are horrible human beings."

"Honestly," I muttered while trying to calm down, "this is why you shouldn't give your entire personality to one woman."

Vihaan narrowed his eyes at me immediately.

"Says the woman who literally smiles at 'Did you eat?' messages."

The smile disappeared from my face instantly.

Dhruv gasped dramatically.

"Counter attack."

I pointed toward Vihaan immediately. "At least my husband actually loves me."

"Pain," Dhruv whispered while clutching his chest.

Vihaan leaned back against the chair dramatically like life itself exhausted him. "One failed marriage and suddenly everyone becomes a comedian."

I laughed softly again before looking at him properly.

"You deserved better though," I muttered quietly.

Vihaan looked away for a second before scoffing lightly. "Too late now."

Dhruv sighed dramatically. "God this conversation became emotional suddenly."

"That's because you brought up trauma." I said.

"You literally mocked my fifth grade rejection!" Ge shot back.

"That was funny trauma." I shrugged.

Vihaan looked deeply offended. "So my failed marriage is entertainment now?"

"Yes," me and Dhruv answered together.

He stared at both of us for one second. Then suddenly started laughing too.

Dhruv shook his head in absolute disbelief while flipping through the pages of the document again carefully.

Then suddenly he paused.

"Wait."

His eyes slowly lifted toward me.

"Viyana," he said slowly, "you both didn't officially register your marriage?"

I frowned slightly. "No," I replied casually. "I just made him sign the contract I prepared. It stated clearly that we were married only for one year."

Dhruv blinked at me repeatedly like I personally offended his law degree.

"You are telling me," Dhruv started carefully, "that the great Viyana Sinclair threatened a man into marriage..."

I nodded proudly.

"...but forgot to legally register the marriage properly?" He asked.

"...I thought it was not necessary." I shrugged.

Dhruv pointed toward the contract immediately. "Viyana, according to this document, your marriage automatically expires after three days."

I blinked slowly. Then suddenly Vihaan gasped dramatically.

"Wow."

He placed his hand over his chest emotionally. "So this isn't your wedding anniversary."

He looked at me with fake sadness. "It's your divorce anniversary."

I groaned and dropped my head against the chair dramatically. "What can I do now?"

Dhruv calmed down slightly before opening the file again.

"Simple," he replied. "Go to the register office and officially register your marriage properly."

I blinked. "That's it?"

"Yes." He nodded.

Vihaan smirked faintly. "So basically you have to marry your husband again."

My chest warmed embarrassingly at the thought.

Marry Adithya again.

But this time without threats, without forcing him.

Just love.

"And," Dhruv added while arranging the documents back into the file, "your bank accounts will automatically be unfrozen after three days."

"Finally," I groaned dramatically while leaning back against the chair in relief.

God.

One whole year of fake marriage contracts, inheritance drama, media chaos, emotional breakdowns, and accidental falling in love-

All for this.

"My life is genuinely exhausting."

Dhruv looked at me for a second before shaking his head slowly. "Your life is so dark-romance coded, Viyana."

I narrowed my eyes immediately.

"What does that even mean?"

He pointed toward me dramatically. "You literally threatened a man into marriage."

Then he pointed toward the imaginary direction of Adithya. "And somehow the poor victim fell in love with you."

Vihaan snorted loudly beside me.

Dhruv sighed dreamily. "It's literally beauty and the beast."

I smirked proudly. "So I am the beauty obviously."

"The only change," Dhruv replied calmly, "is that Adithya is the beauty and you are the beast."

For one second I stared at him blankly. Then both him and Vihaan burst out laughing like complete idiots.

I looked at them in pure offense.

I didn't know what kind of happiness these two gained from verbally bullying my husband constantly.

Dhruv walked toward the door before suddenly pausing. Then he turned toward me with a grin.

"By the way...advance happy birthday."

My expression paused slightly.

Right.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

ADITHYA MENON

"Yo bro, come on," Anish said, following me down the hospital corridor like I had personally offended his entire existence. "It's just a five-minute date or something. She is literally torturing me to bring you along."

I took another sip of my coffee and kept walking. "I have plans tomorrow," I lied smoothly.

Anish immediately narrowed his eyes. "What plans?"

I froze for half a second.

Tomorrow was Sunday and the one day I had actually promised myself I would spend properly with my wife without rushing out for hospital calls or emergencies or nonsense.

So of course this man chose today to ruin my life.

"I don't like that girl," I said flatly, trying to escape the conversation.

"I already told her that," Anish sighed, still walking behind me. "But she is not leaving it. She is convinced you are just 'playing hard to get '."

I almost choked on my coffee.

What?

These people seriously think I am single.

I can just say I am married. But if I say I'm married, the first question would be who?

And the moment I say Viyana the entire hospital gossip chain would explode in approximately 0.2 seconds.

Doctors, nurses, interns even the security guard would somehow find out.

And I absolutely did not want my wife to become the "hot topic of the week" in a hospital full of bored people with nothing better to do.

I rubbed my face tiredly.

"I don't like that girl" I repeated again, more firmly this time.

Anish groaned. "Bro, just come once-"

"I said no." I muttered.

He stopped for a second, then suddenly crossed his arms. "You are being weird today."

I looked at him. "I am always weird."

"Not like this." He said.

I exhaled slowly, already exhausted by the conversation. "I have a girlfriend," I muttered finally, hoping it would end everything.

Anish stopped walking completely. "What?"

I didn't turn back. "I said I have a girlfriend."

"WHEN??" He asked in shock.

I waved my hand casually while walking away. "Long time."

Behind me, I could hear Anish still processing it.

"brO WAIT-WHO-"

But I was already walking away, coffee in hand, heartbeat slightly faster than usual.

Anish unfortunately did not leave the topic easily. Instead the man practically followed me around the corridor triumphantly like he had just uncovered some national secret.

"Who?" he asked excitedly while catching up beside me again. "Just tell me. I swear I won't tell anyone."

I looked at him blankly. That sentence alone was enough proof he would absolutely tell everyone. I sighed internally while taking another sip of my coffee.

I just casually said I had a girlfriend and these people were already reacting like this.

Then what would happen if I told them I was married?

Not just married but married to Viyana Sinclair.

The Viyana Sinclair.

Half the hospital would probably stop working for one full hour just to gossip about it.

Honestly a part of me would feel proud saying it aloud because my wife truly was successful but I hate that unnecessary attention.

And I definitely didn't want people looking at me differently just because of her status.

I just wanted to remain...normal.

I walked into our room quietly and sat down on the stool near the desk while Anish entered right behind me still looking far too invested in my love life.

The moment Kriti saw us, she immediately looked up excitedly.

"You are coming with us tomorrow right?" she asked.

"No," I replied immediately. "I have plans."

"Leave that topic," Anish interrupted dramatically before she could continue. "That's not important right now."

He pointed at me like an investigator exposing a criminal. "He said he has a girlfriend."

Kriti gasped loudly. I closed my eyes briefly in exhaustion.

Oh god.

"WHAT?" she whisper-shouted while staring at me in betrayal. "Since when?"

I silently dumped the empty plastic cup into the dustbin before sitting back down. "Recently," I muttered.

"Name?"

"No."

"Show photo."

"No."

"How did you meet?"

"No."

Kriti narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You are hiding something."

I rubbed my forehead tiredly. "No. I am hiding someone."

Anish immediately slammed his hands on the table dramatically. "Bro is secretly in love while we are suffering alone."

"Speak for yourself," Kriti muttered.

I ignored both of them completely and opened the patient files in front of me hoping the conversation would finally die.

It didn't.

"Is she pretty?" Kriti asked shamelessly.

I paused for half a second before answering quietly-

"Yes."

Very.

Dangerously beautiful actually.

Anish immediately pointed at me dramatically.

"LOOK AT HIS FACE."

I frowned."What face?"

"You smiled." He said.

I instantly straightened my expression. "No I didn't."

"You literally did," Kriti accused while narrowing her eyes at me suspiciously. "Oh my god he is whipped."

I scoffed immediately. "I am not whipped."

Meanwhile my mind was quietly destroying my peace again.

Because no matter how much Viyana loved me sometimes I still couldn't stop overthinking.

Viyana was different. Completely different from me. She belonged to a world I had only seen from far away through television screens and news articles.

Power, luxury, influence, money.

People would stand up when she walked into rooms. Entire companies moved according to her decisions.

And then there was me just an ordinary nurse who still forgot where he kept his bike keys half the time. I belonged to crowded hospital corridors, sleepless night shifts, cheap roadside tea and a middle class life where survival itself felt exhausting sometimes.

Even our personalities stood at opposite ends. She was fire and destruction and confidence while I was just...quiet. Soft. Careful with people, words and emotions.

And maybe that was exactly why my heart became so restless sometimes.

Because I could proudly introduce her to anybody in my life without even thinking twice. I could stand before the whole world and say this is my wife with nothing but pride swelling inside my chest because how could anyone not admire her? She was intelligent, beautiful, terrifyingly strong.

But could she do the same for me?

That question quietly destroyed me more than I liked admitting.

Could she proudly hold my hand in front of her world and introduce me as her husband without feeling even the slightest embarrassment?

Or would I just stand there awkwardly looking painfully out of place beside her while people secretly questioned what exactly she saw in me?

Would they laugh behind our backs wondering how someone like Viyana Sinclair ended up with someone like Adithya Menon?

The thought alone made my chest tighten.

Because the truth was ugly.

She could have married anyone she wanted.

Rich businessmen or powerful heirs.

Men who matched her status perfectly and knew how to belong in her world naturally without second guessing every little thing.

But between her own selfishness and my protest against the hospital case, fate somehow brought her towards me.

Toward a man who still worried about electricity bills and medicine schedules and whether his wife ate lunch on time.

Sometimes I genuinely wondered if one day she would wake up and realize she deserved someone better.

Someone bigger or someone more suitable for her life.

And god, the terrifying part was that she never once made me feel inferior.

Not once. Viyana loved me so openly and so intensely that sometimes it overwhelmed me because there was no hesitation in her eyes whenever she looked at me.

She never treated me like I was lesser than her.

Never acted ashamed of me. Never once made me feel small intentionally.

But still my own insecurities kept whispering cruel things inside my head.

Maybe I should change myself.

Maybe I should learn how to fit into her world better.

Maybe I should become stronger, smarter, more successful, more polished...more worthy of standing beside her.

Not because she asked me to.

But because loving her awakened this desperate need inside me to become the best version of myself possible.

Because for the first time in my life, I had someone so precious that the mere thought of losing her could completely ruin me.

And if she ever disappeared from my life I genuinely didn't know what would remain of me afterward.

How was the chapter guys!!!!??

And the sudden introduction of Dhruv has a reason. (Hehehe)

( I usually do book covers on my own with the help of the pictures from Pinterest. But this time I used Mr.Chatgpt for creating the book cover. And let me know if you guys like this or shall I create covers on my own??)

Dhruv Vardhan came to his native village only to settle an inheritance dispute tied to his ancestral land. He never planned to stay. And he definitely never planned to lose everything in a single night.

One night, he finds a terrified girl struggling against a man in the deserted corner of the village. Without hesitation, Dhruv steps in and saves her from the monster who tried to rape her.

But before the real culprit could be exposed, the villagers gather around the scene and misunderstand everything.

In a village where a woman's so-called honor matters more than the truth, the crowd demands only one solution ..... marriage.

As accusations are thrown at him and his own grandfather looks at him with disgust, Dhruv desperately turns toward the girl he saved, hoping she would tell the truth.

But at the last moment, Hiradini Mukund lies.

Terrified of her family, her society, and the fate awaiting an "impure" woman, she points at Dhruv and accuses him of raping her.

Before he could even process the betrayal, they forcibly marry her to him in the village temple itself.

Now trapped in a marriage born out of fear, hatred, and shattered trust, Dhruv brings home the woman who destroyed his name... while Hiradini is left to live with the guilt of destroying the only man who once tried to protect her.

Will the accused ever love his accuser?

#Book four in HER series