Forcibly Yours

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Ruhanika's POV

"Aww, this looks cute. Worth the back pain," I muttered, snapping a pic of the heart-shaped collage stuffed with a hundred random photos.

I stepped back, tilted my head — looked good. Hung it exactly where I'd fought for my 'wall rights' with Dheer right after the wedding.

"Let's see... brighten, sharpen... hmm, filter or no filter?" I mumbled while editing. Settled for no filter. Real is in trend anyway.

Posted it on Instagram with a 'finally done!' caption. Shut the app before I could start obsessing over likes.

"Bhabhi! Look what I got for you!" Kiaan's voice shot up from downstairs. I grabbed my shrug, suspicious, and headed down.

He held up the viral Instagram bouquet — glittery flowers and chocolates, all dramatic like he was proposing.

I crossed my arms. "Wow. Who's the unlucky girl signing up for Rathore genetics?"

"For my crush," he grinned, proud like he'd just invented love. Same girl he's been yapping about since college started.

I sat beside him, eyeing the bouquet. "Hm. She has low standards."

"You don't look happy. What's with the face?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I'm happy for your crush. I'm just sulking about my own life."

"Translation: Bhai did something?"

"Your Bhai doesn't do anything. That's the problem."

"Why? Did Bhai mess up? Should I call Ishaan bhai? One call — we'll slash his company shares. He'll behave real quick," Kiaan smirked, but his eyes checked me seriously.

I sighed. "It's not that. Dheer is nice, yeah. But sometimes I feel like I skipped the whole dumb college romance phase. The late-night calls, sneaky meetups, pointless drama — I never had that. Feels like I missed a stupid milestone."

"Hmm, tragic," Kiaan nodded, dead serious. Then casually pointed at himself. "Not everyone's lucky to get this. Handsome, romantic, sharp-minded — full package."

I side-eyed him. "You're a budget version of your brother. Sit down."

He clutched his heart like I shot him. "Excuse you — I'm two centimeters taller than Bhai."

"Yeah, in your shoes."

"Platform confidence is still confidence," he shot back, flipping an imaginary hair.

"Hmm so care telling me about your types in men? Just Don't tell me it's some influencer from Instagram — filters, fake accents, and borrowed poetry," Kiaan squinted at me.