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Jungkook Perspective [ PoV ]

I had my dinner and silently sat on the bed in my room when the door opened, revealing my mom. She came and sat beside me.

"Jungkook, I want a daughter-in-law," my mom said, and this is something I hate. "No, mom," I whispered, leaning my head on her lap.

"Jungkook! You're 25 now, can't you get married?" Mom whispered in a soft tone. "Okay, mom, if you want me to get married, select the girl, and I will marry her." She patted my head.

"That girl we saw on the road, she is really nice... let's go and talk to her family." That girl, she sounds like a gold digger. I nodded.

"Let's go tomorrow." I nodded. I closed my eyes and fell asleep soon, but before that, I told my guards to get her family background.

"Good night, Jungkook," she said, and I drifted to sleep.

Next morning

I woke up and silently sat on the bed. I was feeling so tired today. I walked to the washroom, and it took me a maximum of 15 minutes to freshen up. I walked out of my mansion, which I bought in India. I called her parents here and even sent my guards with cars to bring them here.

"Are the maids done with the food?" I questioned the main chief. He nodded and showed me the well-maintained table. "When are they coming?" I added coldly. My dad was sitting on the couch while waiting for the guests.

"Sir, after half an hour," the chief replied. I sat there on the couch after wearing my black long coat with a muffler around my neck. If mom told me to marry her, then by force or by love, I will marry her.

"Eomma," I hugged Eomma, who was coming downstairs by the stairs. She hugged me back and patted my head. I pecked her forehead and took her with me to the couch.

"Dear, everything is so good." Soon, we heard a car's horn. Finally, they're here from their hometown. I sat on the couch and just put that cold, heartless, heartthrob, dangerous, psycho, mafia king, etc., aside. I am a good son in my mom's eyes.

"Jungkook." I saw an old man, an old lady, and a boy and girl. Maybe her brother and sister. We called them to the dining table. They were looking at the house like they'd never seen a house like this before.

"Mr. Y/f/n, we will talk while having lunch," said my dad politely. "Yes, sure," Y/f/n said, and they all sat at the dining table with us.

"We want your daughter to be our son's wife." I was just eating without caring for words. "But we don't even know you, and she is still a kid," her dad said, thinking of her little daughter.

"We're talking about the elder one, Y/n L/n," I whispered to them. "Umm, bu--" I interrupted him in the middle. "My mom wants her to be my wife.

So, I want this marriage, think, and don't say no, uncle. I mean, dad," I whispered to them, making them stare at me for a moment. "I will make your daughter my queen," I added.

"Sure, we're ready, but her final exams are here, let her complete them first," Y/m/n said. My mom shook her head.

"Yes, she can," my mom said politely, and my dad also said the same. "I want this marriage in my culture," I chuckled.

"No, we want this marriage in Indian culture," her father said.

"Uncle, I have to go back to Korea just after a week, so I need to marry her soon in my culture," I exclaimed.

"Jungkook." Mom gave me a glance. Her eyes looked like they were telling me not to say this. "Umm, so can we go?" I asked politely.

"Umm, sure," Y/f/n said. After a few hours, we were done talking with each other, and her parents left. I can now say she is just a gold digger. I hate girls at all.

After 2 days, it's the Marriage Day!

I was standing in the big hall on the stage only with the priest. I was waiting for Y/n to come. Yeah... I know her name but still haven't met her.

"Call the bride," the priest said when her dad went upstairs just to bring her downstairs, holding her hand. As I looked at her, I felt myself losing control. Her father came to me and handed her hand to me.

"My daughter is a princess, take care of her," her dad whispered before handing her hand to me. "I will," I replied.

She stood in front of me. Her dark brown hair was falling on her face, her pink smooth plummy lips were perfect for any kiss, her yellow-white skin was perfectly matching. The white dress she was wearing looked like a princess dress, and she looked like a princess. Her deep ocean eyes with brown orbs.

"Mr. Jungkook Jeon, do you take Miss Y/n L/n as your lawful wife?" the priest said.

"I do," I said without hesitation, looking straight into her eyes.

"Miss Y/n L/n, do you take Mr. Jungkook Jeon as your lawful husband?" the priest asked her.

"I do," she said after taking a deep breath.

"You may kiss the bride," the priest said when I held her hand and kissed her hand. We are done with the wedding ceremony.

"Jungkook, take care of my daughter," her father said, and I nodded with a smile. "Yes, dad," I replied with a smile.

She hugged her parents while crying, and I am just feeling irritated. She was done with her crying when I held her hand.

"Bye, mom and dad," I said to her parents and then mine. I took Y/n to the car, and she sat on the front seat with me. I was driving the car.

I can see her crying silently. I didn't even think to confront her. Why would I? I don't even love her. But she is so pretty. I want her to stay away from me. I will make her scared of me more than anything.

A/n Perspective [PoV]

By the way, guys! tell me, do you cry if you have to leave your house? I know it's a stupid question.

Love to all my readers. ❤️

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