Forcibly Yours

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DHEER POV 

She kissed me.

On live TV.

On the stage.

In front of every-fucking-one.

God.

Ruhi kissed me.

I've been watching that same 57-second clip on loop, where she looked into the camera, called me her husband, and kissed me like the world didn't exist. I've seen it enough to memorize the exact second her eyes softened.

Somewhere between the 6th and 7th rewatch, I realised... this isn't a dream.

This happened.

I used to imagine it. In quiet moments, when she was asleep beside me or brushing her hair across the room. I'd wonder how it would feel if one day she just—said it. Told the world who I was. Her husband.

I never thought she'd do it. And definitely not like that.

She said she kissed me because my face was bruised.

Honestly? I'd keep the bruise for a lifetime if it meant getting that kind of attention.

But obviously, not everyone shares my enthusiasm.

Like Ishaan and Kiaan — who've been sulking harder than toddlers denied candy ever since we returned to the hotel.

They didn't speak to me for half an hour. Just kept pacing, sighing dramatically like background dancers in a breakup song.

Then, finally, they stormed over — identical frowns, matching disgusted faces.

"Sharam toh nahi aayi na duniya ke saamne ye sab karte hue?" Ishaan started, throwing his hands in the air.

(You didn't feel any shame doing all this in front of the whole world, did you?")

I looked up from my phone. "What?"