Ranveer Vs Vin - A DeepVeer Fanfic

Chapter 4

Deepika stopped when she reached the auditorium exit. She exited, waiting for Ranveer to walk through, then closed the door behind him.

She grabbed his arms and caressed his face with her slender, gentle fingers. Ranveer leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, melting into her touch.

"Veer," she whispered. "I'm so sorry. Vin-"

"It's alright, Deepu. Just know, I am annoyed. And angry. I can't believe him! Why would he try and hook up with a married woman?" Ranveer exclaimed. Deepika sighed.

"He's not hooking up with me."

"Well, it sure seems that way to me. And Ranbir too. PC and Alia clearly think that way as well," Ranveer reasoned. Deepika frowned, and Ranveer immediately reached up, smoothing the creases in her forehead with his gentle, soft finger.

Deepika pressed her lips against his, kissing him with every ounce of love inside of her. Actually, Deepika's love for Ranveer could not be measured. So, even though she was kissing her husband with so much love, she would never run out of it.

Ranveer wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer, kissing her back with equal passion. Deepika smiled against his lips. Ranveer's embrace was so much warmer than Vin's. In Vin's arms, she felt helpless. Cold. But in Ranveer's, she felt safe, warm, and happy. Just having Ranveer  at her side made her want to melt.

Deepika ran her hands through his hair, careful not to mess it up. Ranveer sighed. He could get used to this.

She pulled away, giving him one last kiss on the forehead. "Please, Veer, bear with me. I promise, we'll leave as soon as the show is over. I won't stick around for any interviews. I already got that over with when we got here."

Ranveer took a deep breath. "It won't be easy, seeing Vin all over my gorgeous, lovely wife. But I'll try. I'll try for you. Not for him, not for me. For you."

Deepika smiled, kissed his cheek, and opened the door, walking into the auditorium again. Ranveer sighed, trailing behind. Vin relaxed in his seat as his "girlfriend" made her way back to her seat.

"Uh, Vin, could you and Ranveer switch seats?" she asked politely. She couldn't stand not having Ranveer next to her. Especially after kissing him.

"No!" Vin exclaimed, as if the idea was bizarre. "I traveled all the way to India for you. I'm experiencing jet lag for you. But you clearly don't appreciate my efforts."

"I never asked you to come here," Deepika pointed out. "Not that I'm not happy you're here. Fine. Alia, you and Ranveer switch."

"Come on, DP! I don't want to be next to him!" Alia hissed, referring to Vin. "He's a bald chicken!"

Deepika gave her a stern look, and she finally gave in, standing up and switching seats with Ranveer. Alia settled in next to her husband, cuddling into his side, trying to get as far away from Vin as possible. Ranbir wrapped his arms around her.

Ranveer wrapped an arm around Deepika's shoulders, and Deepika leaned on him.

Vin, however, was not happy with this. "Deepika, I'm your guest. You're supposed to be paying more attention to me! Who is this guy anyway?" he asked, scrunching his nose as he looked Ranveer up and down. "Why would such a gorgeous woman such as yourself choose an ugly guy like him? You should go for hot, handsome, and muscular guys like me."

"Ranveer is hot, handsome, and muscular. Very, very hot..." She turned to Ranveer, who was giving her a playful smirk. She kissed his lips, hoping to wipe the smirk off of his handsome face, but she only made it grow wider.

"Unlike you," Deepika added, turning back to Vin. Vin groaned, narrowing his eyes at Ranveer as he turned to the stage as the hosts came on stage.

As long as Ranveer and Deepika were next to each other, everything would be alright.