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    Text on screen — “Security off duty. Devar on vibe.” Karan’s caption: “Meri bhabhi meri boss. Literally.”

    Karan was 22, charming, reckless, and convinced he was the family’s self-appointed security guard. Every time Riya stepped out, Karan would appear: “Bhabhi, helmet pehno. Bhabhi, phone mat dekho. Bhabhi, woh auto wala shady lag raha hai.” Riya found it endearing at first, then exhausting.

    That night, Karan knocked on her door.

    One evening, Riya was scrolling Instagram when she saw a new reel audio trending: — a peppy, teasing track where the bhabhi sings about how her devar follows her like a bodyguard, checking her phone, her friends, her late-night cravings. Lyrics go like: “Security mein devar mere, mood kharab kare re…” Riya laughed out loud. It was literally her life.

    Riya had been married into the Sharma family for two years. Her husband, Aarav, traveled frequently for work, leaving her in the care (or rather, clutches ) of her younger brother-in-law, Karan — aka Devar ji .

    They ended up filming their own reel — Riya dancing, Karan pretending to frisk a potted plant like a clumsy guard. The video got 2 million views.

    Riya smiled sweetly. “Karan, I have a new song for you.”