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"If you don't hate him then prove it to me by kissing him."

As seema said those words, type only thought for a second before he aggressively pulled tharn to him and smashed his lips on his. There are gasps and whispers from others but at this moment he didn't mind them instead his focus is all on his husband who stood rooted in his place at type's sudden brave act. Tharn's mind is in shocked state as he's utterly stunned by type.

However, a second later he forgets about everything and immerses himself in the kiss. His hands find their way to type's slim waist and he engulfs type in his embrace. Being in drunken state or confound in the pleasure, type brings his hands up and drapes them around tharn's neck as they kiss eachother passionately. Forgetting about their surroundings, they immerse themselves into eachother. Tharn even goes as far as biting on type's lips for him to open them which earns a small moan from type.

Finally being with the person he loved all his life and having to feel him is making tharn loose his mind. His mind is just filled with type and the kiss they're sharing that he forgot about everyone in the room. Tharn pulls type even closer against his body as they drown in the kiss and savour eachother.

"STOP, STOP IT!" Seema screams not able to watch the scene in front of her anymore.

Her loud voice reaches the ears of the couple and that's when they get back to reality as they pull away from eachother, slightly panting at the after effects of the kiss. Though, they separate from the kiss they still stay in eachothers embrace as they look at the fuming lady in front of them.

"I didn't kiss him to prove it to you, I don't have to do anything to prove something to you. But the only reason I did is to let you know that I don't hate him and to shut your mouth so that you won't say something like this again." Type growls at Seema, almost falling as he's drunk from alcohol.

After saying that he turns back to tharn and mumbles as he goes limp in tharn's hands, "tharn, I'm sleepy."

"Let's go home." Tharn replies with a smile to the unconscious type before lifting him in his hands and walking out of the place without giving a glance at the others.

Carrying type out, he unlocks the car door and gently places type in the passenger seat before going to the other side. Getting in the driver's seat, he starts the car and pulls away from the parking lot. After a drive of sometime, they finally reach home and tharn parks the car in it's place before carrying type to their room. He carefully lays type on the bed and removes his clothes. He goes to the bathroom and brings a bowl of warm water with which he cleans type so that the smell of alcohol would lessen and that type would feel fresh and comfortable. Going to the closet, he picks a nightwear and dresses up type in it before covering his body with the blanket.

Once type is comfortably slept, tharn washes up himself and put on his nightwear before going to the bed. As he lie on the bed looking at type, who slept peacefully, he remembers the event that happened at the bar and couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face. He never in his dreams thought there would come a day where type would kiss him on his own will. He was obviously stunned but he also felt great as his heart filled with happiness. With that smile he drift off of to sleep but until his eyes closed he was staring at his husband who looks too beautiful and pretty in his eyes than any other person in the world.

The next morning greets the couple earlier than expected and type groans as he tries to wake up. He holds his throbbing head in his hands and sits up on the bed.

"God! Why does it hurt alot?" He mumbles to himself at the pain he's feeling.

"If you drink so much this is what will happen." Tharn says walking into the room with a tray in his hands which contains a bowl of hot soup and a glass of water.

He woke up long before and took a bathe before going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He made soup for type so that it would help his hangover and just entered the room to wake him up. That's when he saw type holding his head and mumbling to himself about the pain. As expected type is having hangover.

"Here, have this." He states while setting the bowl of hot soup in front of type before pulling out the portable table.

Type looks up at tharn with a scowl but grabs the bowl and starts eating the soul. Now it's more important to eat and reduce his hangover than to fight against tharn. When he gets some energy, he would use it on his husband to fight. As type eats his soup, tharn sits in front of him and watches him.

"What are you looking at?" Type questions, he feels weird as tharn keep staring at him.

"You," tharn replies and add something that makes type choke on his hot soup, "and thinking how you kissed me yesterday."

"Are you okay?" Tharn queries while rubbing his back as type has a fit of coughs at his words.

"I-I'm fine." Type mumbles looking down, unable to see tharn in the eyes as he remember the yesterday's event.

His brave act to prove something he didn't mean makes him feel hot all over. His cheeks blush and the redness goes even to his ears which scares tharn.

"Are you really fine? Maybe you have fever, you're becoming red." Tharn comments worridly.

He couldn't realise his husband is becoming red not because of the fever but because of his bold act that he did in front of everyone. And even going as far as getting drunk and loosing consciousness. He feels embarrassed of what he did but he would still do that same even if he turn back time because he really hated how his husband's ex-girlfriend kissed his husband and dared him to kiss tharn to prove her things. At the beginning he wasn't going to do what she asked for because he felt he didn't need to prove anything to her. But he decided against it and kissed tharn so that she would finally leave his husband.

Regardless of what tharn feels and the turn of events, he's proud of himself and what he did.