Eleven Days of Love💘✅

CHAPTER 1 : AN UNWELCOMING ARRIVAL

CHAPTER 1 : An Unwelcoming Arrival

Nuri's P.O.V.

"Ma. I am not a model who can get kidnapped anytime. For god's love stop! I look like a potato." I screamed at my phone.

On the other side of the phone, it was my mother who was worried because of my first-ever solo tour abroad.

"I know you look like a potato. But still, You are my only child. Just be safe." mom screamed back from the other side of the phone.

"Are you really my mother ?" I frowned.

"I think I am still now," Mom chuckled. I could imagine my mother's smirk already.

I was well acquainted with my mother's savage talks. I sighed heavily knowing I couldn't return the savageness of my mother's words.

"Fine!" I replied with a low tone.

"I Love you."

"I love you too Ma."  A smile finally appeared on my lips.

Disconnecting the call, I kept the phone in my denim pocket.

I collected my luggage from the baggage counter and started moving towards the exit.

Exiting the Seoul Airport, I extended my hands and breathed the air.

"Finally I reached the Country I wanted to come to." I reminded myself that I completed one goal to visit South Korea.

I am an Indian girl, Nuri Bose, who liked South Korean culture very much from the year I discovered thousands of variations of South Korean foods as I was a big foodie. 

But this wasn't the only reason to come here. I wanted to attend a concert by the big musical band I liked for 4 years now. I smiled in satisfaction.

"I feel today is going to be a great day !" I said happily and pulled out my phone once again to check the next step.

I checked my goal board where I wrote down all the steps I had to take to have a perfect tour.

"So I need to take a certain bus to the hotel" I read the instructions.

All of a sudden, someone bumped into me. My phone went flying somewhere in the distance and I realised I wasn't on the ground anymore. I landed on the top of the basher.

I closed my eyes, being scared. 

I thought I was going to crush my face into the solid concrete but to my surprise I felt a soft surface underneath my stiff body.

I opened one eye only to find a young handsome man lying there beneath myself. Clean shaved, pointed nose, perfect lips, and a pair of golden-brown eyes. A little wind blew suddenly and it gave his silky straight hair a swing movement.

I could smell a mixed smell of his aftershave and cologne.

The man was holding me by my waist, not letting me fall to the ground. We both stared at each other for a long minute. Everything moved slowly until I realised, this handsome man collided with me and made me fall into the ground. Moreover, he was now holding me by my waist.

"Leave me you pervert!" I yelled in anger.

That man's golden brown eyes narrowed at my words.

"Pervert ?! Where ?! Where ?" The man searched right and left.

"You are the pervert here!" I yelled at the man, "Leave me!"

The man then noticed he was holding me by my waist. 

And he removed his hand from my waist with the speed of light. His cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. My body rolled down from the top of him and my forehead hit the solid concrete floor.

"Ouch"

The man stood up and Started dusting off the dirt from his clothes as he seemed anxious.

Finally, I stood up rubbing my forehead because of the slight pain.

"Are you crazy?" I complained. 

But The man started gathering his luggage and Moved towards the airport.

"Yah! You didn't even say sorry!" I yelled.

But the man was determined to leave in a rush. Seeing him leaving without apologising I grabbed his shirt from behind and said, "Hey! you! Don't you have any manners ?"

"Aaish~ leave me. Chinja ~ I am late already." The man said without looking at me and as he was strong, he easily released my hand from his shirt and left in a hurry.

"Huh ?! Ill-mannered man." I dusted off the dirt of my clothes as I kept cursing the man with Indian slang. 

Finally, I remembered, "My phone ?!"

I searched here and there for my phone but I noticed, not only my phone but my luggage and backpacks were nowhere to be seen. 

My face went pale. And my throat became dry in fear as I understood, I was robbed.

The wind still blew perfectly, but made me feel scared this time.