Forcibly Yours

DHEER'S POV

Ruhi looked ethereal in that red saree. Red isn't just a color on her; it's a declaration of how effortlessly stunning she is. My munchkin—she's a vision.

 But why is she walking toward me now? My heart is already racing like it's in some sort of marathon. One step closer, and I'm sure it'll give out entirely.

She's so close I can feel the warmth radiating off her. And just when I think I've got a grip on my emotions, she leans in and kisses me—on the lips. The moment freezes, the world fades, and all I hear are the hoots and whistles of those idiots in the background.

My eyes shot open. My hand flew to my chest, checking if my heart was still intact. It was—barely—but the thundering beat confirmed I'm alive. 

Wait, why am I not feeling any clothes on me? Did Ruhi did something with  me after that kiss...? No! Stop. Bad thoughts. Bad, bad thoughts! It was a dream. Just a dream. A dream that I'd give anything to make real.

It was 4 a.m., still an hour before my workout. I sighed, attempting to calm my racing heart. Then I felt it—a slight movement beside me. I turned my head, and there she was, my Ruhi.

 Her head rested on panda lap well in other words MY LAP. Her soft braid draped over her shoulder, and her serene face glowed in the dim light.

Her hair... gosh, her hair. It's so long and beautiful. Yesterday, she looked amazing, but that hairstyle didn't do her justice. I should learn more styles for her—for parties, weddings, even casual dates.

 I saw her using an app last night to look up hairstyles while I was helping her with her hair. I remember the logo. Maybe I can download it and surprise her by learning a few styles. 

The memory of yesterday flashed in my mind. Seeing her in that red saree had already started a war within me. I had picked two dresses for her, but deep down, I hoped she'd choose the saree. And she did. 

Sitting in the car with her lavender scent filling the air, I was struggling to keep my sanity intact. I sped up, desperate to reach home and take a cold shower. The thought of... well, the thought of her was making it impossible to hide my feelings, A certain part of my anatomy—and my... embarrassment.

Then, as if to test my resolve, she reached up to gather her hair into a bun, exposing her neck. That graceful curve, the delicate skin... I had to clutch the steering wheel tighter just to keep myself grounded.

 My foot slammed on the brake, and I instinctively reached out to steady her, my hand bracing the dashboard. She looked startled, her big doe eyes locking onto mine. My gaze traveled from her eyes to her nose, then to her lips... those red lips. 

It was the first time since our marriage that she wore red  lipstick, and it suited her far too well. She was utterly irresistible.

In a moment of sheer desperation, I blurted, "Ruhi, can I kiss you?"