I couldn’t stop staring as the car rolled up the driveway.

Our house—our new home—glowed softly in the late afternoon light.

Every corner was perfect.

The soft golden lamps, the cream-colored walls, the delicate flowers in every room.

I could smell jasmine, faint but sweet, curling into the air like a quiet promise.

My heart thudded, and I squeezed Johan’s hand without thinking.

It hit me suddenly, fully.

We were married. Husbands. Tied together. All the vows, the garlands, the silly dares Phoon had thrown at me… they led here. To this. To us.

My cheeks warmed at the thought, a little shy, a little breathless, but so, so sure.

“Come on,” Johan murmured, opening the car door.

His voice was soft, grounding, and I let him guide me out.

Every step toward the house felt surreal, like I was moving through a dream I never wanted to wake from.

He reached for my coat, slowly sliding it off my shoulders.

His hands lingered, warm and steady, and I felt a shiver of delight run through me.

Before I realized it, he scooped me up and set me on his lap. My heart leapt at the closeness, the comfort of him holding me.

He fit like he was made to hold me, and I melted into him, feeling my shyness bloom into something soft and tender.

“You’re a little shy little brat,” he teased, his hand brushing my hair from my forehead.

I laughed, the sound light and happy, feeling warmth rise in my cheeks.

“I… I just… can’t believe this,” I said softly, letting my voice match the gentle rhythm of the moment. “We’re really… husbands.”

Johan pressed his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my temple. “We are,” he whispered. “And it’s just us now. No one else, only us.”

I leaned into him, letting my heart sync with his steady beat.

“I never thought… a stupid dare by Phoon would give me… this. A lifetime win,” I murmured, shy but sincere.

His thumb brushed my cheek, slow and grounding. “It’s real,” he said. “All of it. And it’s perfect.”

He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine with a softness that made my stomach flutter.

I melted into the kiss, sighing against him, letting the quiet joy of the day wash over me.

When he pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye, he murmured, “Strawberry.” I felt the faint sweetness linger on his lips.

I flushed, smiling. “Is it sweet?” I whispered.

He leaned in again, pressing another soft kiss to my lips, forehead resting against mine. “Sweet. Soft… just like you,” he murmured, and my chest tightened with warmth.

I exhaled slowly, letting every part of the day, the vows, the new life we’d begun together, settle inside me. “I’m really… yours now,” I said, voice soft but certain.

“And I’m yours,” he replied, steady and unwavering. “Forever.”

I rested against him, letting myself feel all of it—the happiness, the comfort, the joy.

My fingers found his, holding on tightly, and I realized, with a dizzying rush of contentment, that I could stay here like this forever.

Our Forever.

~The end~

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Author's note-

Both the parts of DARE is honestly like my babies.

I'll miss writing it so much.

Whether it was writing north inner monologues, his sassiness or Johan's character development. I had actually used all my heart, soul and tears in every single chapter of both parts of this book.

I hope you'll enjoyed it. 🩷

Your author will now stop writing.

Temporarily!

If I ever get the inspiration back I'll be back.

Also...

Before I go I need to know do you have any favourite book which was written by me? If yes than please let me know. It will make me happy.

~oniirosie