"Namaste Mr. Mafia!" - Kim Namjoon ff

Chapter - 6 Engagement🌕

As the engagement preparations were in full swing, the air buzzed with excitement and anticipation. Saira, dressed in a stunning traditional attire, carefully balanced the plate of vibrant flowers in her hands. The floor was polished to a shine, making it a tad slippery. Just as she took a step, her foot slipped, and the plate of flowers started to tumble.

In a split second, Jimin, ever the quick thinker, darted forward and caught her, managing to save her from a fall. However, the flowers weren't as lucky – they rained down on both of them, creating a colorful, fragrant mess.

Saira looked up, her eyes wide in surprise, but instead of getting angry or embarrassed, she burst into laughter, finding the situation more amusing than anything else. Jimin joined in, chuckling at their floral predicament.

"You seem to have a way of turning everything into an adventure, Saira," Jimin teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Saira grinned back, a hint of mischief in her gaze. "Well, what's life without a little excitement, Jimin-ssi? And I must say, you make a great flower partner."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her response. "Is that so? I guess I'll have to remember that for the future."

As they shared this light banter, there was an underlying warmth in their words and glances. The playful teasing was no longer filled with animosity but rather with a newfound fondness. Their journey from rivals to allies had taken an unexpected turn, and in that moment, there was a silent acknowledgment of the change in their relationship.

Saira reached out to fix a stray strand of Jimin's hair, her touch gentle and affectionate. "Thank you for saving me, Jimin," she said softly, her eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that hadn't been there before.

Jimin smiled back, his usual confident demeanor softened by genuine warmth. "Anytime, Saira. I've got your back."

And in that fleeting moment, surrounded by the fragrant remnants of the fallen flowers, Saira and Jimin shared a silent promise – a promise of support, understanding, and perhaps, something more, as they prepared to celebrate the love of others while unknowingly discovering the beginnings of their own love story.

Snigdha, radiant in her traditional attire, stepped out of her room, ready to join the festivities. Just as she took a step, a strong yet gentle hand reached out and pulled her into a secluded corner. It was Jungkook, his eyes filled with mischief and a playful smile on his lips.

Their eyes met, and without a word, Jungkook leaned in, capturing her lips in a sweet, teasing kiss. Snigdha, though momentarily surprised, responded with equal fervor, her fingers gently tangling in his hair.

"Jungkook-ah," she teased, pulling back slightly, "What's gotten into you?"

He grinned, his playful demeanor evident. "I just couldn't resist stealing a kiss from the most beautiful girl at this party."

Snigdha rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance, but the smile on her lips betrayed her true feelings. "Smooth, Jungkook. But you're not going to distract me that easily. I need to get to the mandap."

Jungkook pretended to pout, his eyes wide with faux innocence. "Can't blame a guy for trying, right?"

With a sly grin, Snigdha leaned closer, her lips inches away from his ear. "Oh, I won't blame you, Jungkook. But I might just have a little surprise for you."

Before he could react, Snigdha slipped out of his grasp and, with a playful wink, dashed toward the mandap. Jungkook, intrigued and curious, followed her with a quizzical expression.