It's a cute, adorably romantic tale. The central theme of this tale is a Korean Idol falling in love with Indian Girl.
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Taehyung is travelling frequently this month, as everyone is aware. Taehyung gives his poster to a army at the airport in one of...
Hello, my name is Mehta y/n, and I'm in the process of packing up my belongings because I recently graduated and will be moving abroad to further my education. You already know how difficult it is to convince your Indian parents to let a girl in her twenties to seek an education overseas. Oh, I should have told you that I'm moving to Korea. Not in the jail, please. In reference to my studies of psychology, I mean South Korea. I discovered after doing some study that Seoul University in South Korea provides wonderful prospects. So here I am, having struggled for two months convincing my parents, moving.
While packing I noticed my mother enter my room carrying numerous plastic containers filled with homemade Indian snacks. I sighed after taking a look at this.
Y/M: Pack this as well, y/n. Kalpna Aunty made this particularly for you.
Y/N: Here we go once again (I spoke quietly, glancing down to make sure my mother wasn't listening.)
Y/N: Maa, I'm going to tell you one last time that I'm only going to take the absolute necessities and a few snacks, and I'm only permitted to carry 30 kg.
Y/M: Take this theplas with you at the very least, OK? They are the ones you like the most.
Y/N: Alright, alright, hand them over (admitting defeat, I took them).
Y/M: Check the list we created to make sure you don't leave anything behind.
Y/N: Alright Maa
I discovered that I had forgotten the essential item that is necessary for my survival when reviewing my list. I yelled aloud as my eyes expanded. Mom was startled by my cry...
Y/M: What happened y/n? You frightened me (she said sounding worried).
Y/N: I nearly forgot my jhumkas.(shocked—how could you possibly have forgotten about your first love?)
Y/M: Okay, fine, take ten to fifteen pairs with you.
Y/N: Just 10 to 15 pairs? What do you mean?
Y/M: How much do you wish to take, then?
Y/N: All of them.
Y/M: y/n, this is too much; you can't take your 250 pairs of jhumkas all the way to Korea.(Said with a voice that got higher)
Y/N: Why not? (whining)
Y/M: You refused to pack snacks with you since you said you were only allowed to carry 30 kgs on the flight.(She claimed to be furious)
Y/N: Maa, you know I'm obsessed with jhumkas and can't live without them.(whining)
Y/M: Do whatever you want (She yelled angrily.)
I quickly sprang up and packed my entire Jhumka box into my suitcase. It was a huge box, and it took some effort to make it fit in. Dad walked into my room as Mom and I were talking(or call it arguing)
Y/D: Are you finished, Baccha? After 4 hours, you have your flight.
Y/N: I know Paa and I'm all done (I say zipping up my suitcase).
Y/D: Look at how grown-up my sweetheart has become.(while saying he patted my head.)
Y/N: Of course, Paa, I'm not a kid anymore (I smiled broadly and gave him a bear embrace).
Y/M: No more emotional drama, please.
Y/D: Juhi, don't be jealous; she's my daughter (he replied in a playful manner.)
Y/M: I know, I know (she murmured with a finished expression).
Y/D: y/n, put your bags in the car; we'll be departing for the airport in 15 minutes.
Y/N: Alright, Paa
Then, as I was getting ready for the airport, I decided to wear this outfit because I usually end up wearing Indian kurtis and sarees because I am very particular about how I look and love wearing both Indian and Indo-Western clothing and also reason behind this is I love to show off my stunning jhumkis and jhumkas.
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Don't say that this is too much or too heavy for me.
You left your stuff in the car and got ready to take off for your dream destination. My paa took me inside and made me sit on the sofa and my mom came from the kitchen and did my red tikka on my forehead, put a black thread around my wrist and applied kajal on the back of my ears, an Indian equivalent of the evil eye. She also gave me a spoonful of yoghurt that had been lightly sweetened. A traditional Indian ritual.
I gave my house one more tour since I wouldn't be able to see it for several years, and after that, I drove to the airport with my parents.
AT AIRPORT
We arrived at the airport after 30 minutes. We parked the vehicle, grabbed my luggage, and proceeded to the airport's main entrance. I turned to face my maa and paa and noticed that they had a few tears in their eyes. I had a pitiful expectation of this, but I was unsure about how to handle it. Should I comfort them even though I was unable to do so due to my actions. I feel weak just looking at them like this. I didn't want to cry, so I glanced down. I repeatedly blink my eyes to stop tears from streaming down my face. I smiled and raised my head to gaze at my parents, who were crying.
Y/N: Come on, cheer up; it's not like I'm going to be gone forever. (I admitted with a small smile.)
Paa and Maa vigorously nodded their heads since they were aware that if they were weak, she would be unable to leave.
Y/D: Baccha puts a lot of effort into your studies (he said changing the emotional situation).
Y/N: Don't worry, dad. I'm your daughter, and I'll undoubtedly make you proud at the end of the day.
Y/M: Make sure you eat well because you seem to get sick a lot (she said concerned)
Y/N: Sure, Maa.
Y/D: y/n, I trust you, so don't break it.
Y/N: Never (you said with sparkly eyes).
It was finally time for you to enter the airport after Dad was reassured by your sincere smile and the way you responded. My parents gave me a hug before I waved my hand goodbye and entered the airport.
