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"I'm yours." The words came easily, truthfully. "I've always been yours."
"And I'm never letting you go." His thumb stroked her pulse point. "Not in two years. Not in twenty. Not ever. This isn't temporary, Divya. This is permanent. You're stuck with me for the rest of your life."
"I don't want to be anywhere else." Her hand came up to rest against his jaw. "I love you."
"I love you too." He kissed her again, deep and claiming. "So much it terrifies me sometimes. The thought of losing you…" His jaw tightened. "I'd burn the world down before I let anyone take you from me."
The possessiveness in his voice made her feel safe. Wanted. Claimed in the best possible way.
"You're not going to lose me," she promised. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Good." His arm tightened around her, pulling her impossibly closer. "Because you're mine, Divya. My wife. My love. My everything. And I take care of what's mine."
She nestled against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her ear.
No more walls. No more contracts. No more pretending this was temporary.
This was real. This was permanent. This was theirs.
Just Vikram and Divya. Just husband and wife. Just forever beginning.
Epilogue
Two Months Later - Dubai
The Dubai sun blazed overhead as Divya stood on the film set, clipboard in hand, watching the controlled chaos of a major production unfold. Two months since Filmfare. Two months since Vikram had declared his love to millions. Two months of being his wife, really, truly his wife, in every way that mattered.
And her last week as his assistant.
"Divya!" The director's assistant called out. "We need Vikram for blocking in five!"
"On it." She scanned the set, finding Vikram exactly where she expected, near the monitor, discussing camera angles with the cameraman. They were shooting for the next movie whileDil Aur Deskremained in pre-release stages.
He looked up as she approached, and his entire face transformed. The professional mask dropped, replaced by something warm and intimate that made her stomach flip even now.
"Mrs. Khanna," he said, voice dropping low enough that only she could hear. "Come to drag me away?"
"The next scene." She kept her tone professional despite the heat in his eyes. "Five minutes."
"Which scene?"
"The intimate confrontation. You know, the one where…"
"The one where I kiss the heroine against the wall." His expression shifted to something darker. More possessive. "That scene."
She fought the urge to roll her eyes. Ever since his post Film Fare infamous interview two months ago, where he'd declared he found it "repulsive" to kiss anyone who wasn't his wife, the entire industry had been in an uproar.
Producers scrambling to adjust scripts. Heroines alternatively flattered and insulted. The media having a field day.
And Divya caught between fury at his audacity and a deeply inconvenient need for him to prove exactly how much he meant it.
"Yes, that scene." She gestured toward the set. "They're waiting."
"Good." He stood, catching her wrist as he passed. "Because you're coming with me."
"Vikram…"
"For blocking." His thumb stroked the inside of her wrist, finding her racing pulse. "Just blocking, Divya. Unless you want it to be more."
