The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains as you stirred, your wrist feeling unnaturally heavy. Your eyes flew open, and your jaw clenched when you saw it again—handcuffs binding your wrist to RK’s

"RK!" you hissed, your voice laced with fury as you yanked at the chain. "What is this? Again?!"

RK stirred beside you, stretching languidly as if he hadn’t a care in the world. "Good morning to you too, biwi," he said, his voice deep and teasingly calm. He glanced at the cuffs with mock innocence. "Ah, these? Just a little insurance policy, my love."

"Insurance?!" you shot back, sitting up and glaring at him. "Against what? My freedom? My sanity?"

He propped himself on one elbow, his gaze locking onto yours, unrelenting yet oddly tender. "Against you running away. How many times do we need to go through this? You run, I bring you back. You fight, I hold on tighter. It’s a loop, biwi.”

Your fingers curled into fists as you pulled at the chain. "This is insane, RK! You can't keep me here like some—"

"Like someone I can’t live without?" he interrupted, his voice sharp, but his eyes betraying a raw vulnerability. "Because that’s what you are to me biwi. My life. My obsession. My everything. You walk out that door, and I cease to exist."

You glared at him, your heart twisting despite yourself. "You think chaining me will fix anything? That this will make me love you again?"

He sat up fully, his expression unreadable. "No," he admitted, his voice dropping. "But at least it keeps you here. And I’ll show you every single day how much I love you, even if you hate me for it."