What Is The Name Of My Wife .... !! Jk And Tae

Bonds and Conditions

The air in the grand mansion felt heavy, almost suffocating, after the revelation in Mr. Min's study. The sisters had just walked out with trembling steps when they saw Soobin standing nearby. His eyes widened when Geetanjali and Naina suddenly ran toward him, their voices breaking as they cried out together:

"Soobin bhai!"

Before he could react, both of them threw their arms around him tightly, clinging as though he were the only anchor left in their stormy sea. For a moment Soobin froze, utterly shocked, but then his arms instinctively wrapped around them. His embrace was firm, protective—like an elder brother shielding his sisters from the world.

In that instant, Soobin understood. Their faces told him everything: the swollen eyes, the trembling hands, the way their hearts seemed shattered. They had learned the truth.

And it broke him too.

Memories rushed back unbidden—when he was just ten years old and his mother had passed away. He remembered being inconsolable, crying day and night, unable to accept the loss. But it was these very girls—barely eight years old at the time—who had looked after him. They hadn't understood death properly, but they knew one thing: his mother had gone to God's palace, and he needed comfort.

They had sat with him for weeks, wiping his tears, sharing their toys, making silly jokes, and holding his hand until he fell asleep. They were children themselves, yet they had acted like adults—protecting him, caring for him, and trying to make him smile again.

Now, years later, it was his turn to give back that love. It wasn't just kindness anymore—it was family. Bonds formed by choice, by shared pain and unspoken promises. They nagged each other, fought sometimes, but always stood by one another like true siblings.

Soobin pulled them even closer and whispered, his voice calm but firm:
"Hey, you two are stronger than this. Why waste your tears over something that doesn't belong to you? Focus only on what's truly yours."

He tilted his head and smirked lightly.
"Remember that time you broke the neighbor's window with your friends? You didn't even feel guilty because you knew he didn't deserve your attention. Same thing here. Don't give them the power to break you."

The girls paused, his words sinking deep. Slowly, Naina and Geetanjali nodded. Their tears still shimmered, but there was a new fire in their eyes.

Soobin reached out, gently wiping the wet trails from their cheeks.
"That's better. Smile, my sisters."

A faint smile curved their lips, fragile but real.

Unbeknownst to them, Yoongi had been watching from the corner of the hallway. His sharp eyes caught everything—their embrace, their tears, the comfort Soobin provided. Something twisted in his chest, something he didn't want to acknowledge. For a fleeting second, he wished he were in Soobin's place. But almost instantly, he brushed off the thought, shaking his head. He turned cold again.

"Soobin," Yoongi's voice cut through the air. "Come to my room. Now."

Without another word, he walked away, his figure disappearing around the corner.

Soobin sighed, gave the girls one last reassuring pat, and followed Yoongi.

Left alone, Geetanjali and Naina trudged back to their room. They closed the door behind them, leaning against it for a moment before their eyes met. Both had broken smiles, but they leaned into each other's arms, hugging tightly, drawing strength from the bond only they understood.

After a long silence, Geetanjali finally asked with a mischievous glint in her teary eyes:
"So... what conditions should we put in front of them?"