Forcibly Yours

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TARGET : 20 VOTES AND 80 COMMENTS

FORGET IT AND I WILL FORGET THE STORY.

Ruhanika's POV

I had decided I wouldn't talk to him. At least not for a while. I had every right to be angry—he left me at the airport without a word, like it meant nothing. So yes, I was going to let the silence do the talking. Give him space. Or maybe just let him wonder.

But his stupidity left me no choice.

First, he sent Kiaan alone to China. Not even a single word about Luv bhai or Rush bhai tagging along.
And now, he casually dropped two lakh rupees into Kiaan's account.
Two. Lakh.

Like we were going on a world tour instead of a competition.

Kiaan is twenty-two. He's responsible, yes—but he's also a college student who once thought packing instant noodles and a deodorant counts as travel prep. You don't just throw two lakh rupees at someone like that. I mean, who does that?

Dheer Rathore does. Apparently.

I had tried to keep my cool. Declined his video calls, ignored the voice call. I wanted him to know he couldn't just disappear when it matters and expect me to smile like nothing happened.

But when he called again—I picked up.

"Where in the world are you that you're so busy declining all my calls? I must have something important to say, right? Otherwise why would I dare to disturb the great Shezada's precious schedule?"
I snapped, the words tumbling out in one breath.

If he'd been standing in front of me, I swear—
Actually, no. Never mind. I'd probably just stare like an idiot again.

"Hello?"
"...Hello?"

Wait.
Did he just put me on hold?

I swear, one more second and I'd have called his mom and told her everything—how he abandoned me at the airport, how he ignored my calls, how he—

" Oh my Shezadi... calm down. Deep breath. I'm listening now, okay? I'm all ears. Please don't be angry," he said, in that maddeningly soft voice.

And just like that, the butterflies I had put to sleep months ago decided to wake up. Stretching their wings like they owned the place.

Ugh.

"You—forget it," I muttered. "Just tell me why you gave Kiaan two lakh rupees."

I pulled my scarf higher, hiding half my face as the wind picked up. It had started snowing again. Tiny flakes brushing against my cheeks like memories. The kind that stay longer than they should.

And once again, the thought crossed my mind—
How warm it might feel to just walk beside him here. No words. Just footsteps matching mine.
The kind of warmth I can't wrap around myself in this weather.

My eyes stung a little.
Probably the cold. Or the wind. Or maybe just... something else.

But I stayed quiet. I didn't want him to hear whatever was happening in my chest right now.

"Ruhi... answer me," I heard his voice over the phone.

Huh?