"Namaste Mr. Mafia!" - Kim Namjoon ff

Chapter - 12 My Beghum

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the Khanna mansion, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement as the family prepared for their trip to the iconic Taj Mahal. Y/M, the ever-enthusiastic patriarch, called out, "Y/N, come fast! Everything is waiting for you."

Y/N, adorned in traditional attire befitting the grandeur of the Taj Mahal, carefully descended the stairs. With delicate grace, she navigated the steps, balancing the "shaadi wala stuffs" in her arms. Just as she neared the bottom, her foot slipped, but before she could meet the floor, strong arms encircled her, preventing her fall. It was Namjoon, her gallant groom, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

He teased, his voice low and flirty, "Careful there, love. Falling for me, are you?"

Y/N blushed, swatting his arm playfully. "Smooth, Namjoon," she retorted, trying to hide her smile.

Just as Namjoon leaned in for a playful kiss, they both flinched simultaneously. Their eyes widened as they caught sight of Saira, standing there with her arms crossed and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, clearly enjoying the moment she had walked in on.

Y/N scolded her, her tone both playful and reproachful, "Saira! Stop that! Behave yourself!"

Saira merely grinned, her laughter echoing through the hallway. "Oh come on, Y/N, where's the fun in that? Just adding a little spice to your love story!"

Namjoon, trying to suppress his laughter, quipped, "Well, I must say, you certainly know how to make an entrance, Saira."

The playful banter filled the room, adding an extra layer of excitement to the day's adventures. The trip to the Taj Mahal was already promising to be memorable, and the playful teasing only added to the joyous atmosphere as they embarked on their family outing to one of the wonders of the world.

As the family stepped outside, Y/N and Namjoon couldn't help but wear shy smiles on their faces, their cheeks slightly flushed from the playful encounter. Saira, ever the mischief-maker, couldn't resist the opportunity to tease them.

With a sly grin, she turned to the others, her voice dripping with amusement, "You won't believe what I just witnessed! Our dear Y/N di and RM jiju here were having a moment on the stairs. It seems like love is in the air!"

Jungkook chimed in, his tone playful, "Oh, really? A moment, you say? I guess the stairs have become a new romantic spot for these lovebirds!"

Snigdha joined in the teasing, her eyes twinkling, "Well, it's not every day you witness a real-life fairytale moment on the stairs. I hope you both were taking notes for our future romantic escapades, Jungkook"

Jungkook, his lips curving into a mischievous smile, nodded enthusiastically, "Absolutely! Stairs, huh? Who knew they could be so romantic?"

Their parents, watching the exchange with sparkling eyes, felt a deep sense of joy for their children. Y/M and Y/F exchanged glances, their hearts swelling with happiness. Y/F, wiping away a tear of joy, said, "Look at them, so in love. We're truly blessed."

Y/M nodded, his voice filled with pride, "Indeed, we are. Our children have found love, and they're embracing it wholeheartedly."

Amidst the teasing and laughter, the family climbed into the mini-bus, ready for their journey to the Taj Mahal. As they settled into their seats, the air was filled with anticipation and happiness. Love was in the air, and it seemed like every moment of this trip was destined to be cherished forever. 

Amidst the cheerful chatter and excitement, Y/M casually instructed Saira to fetch the picnic basket from inside the house. Unbeknownst to everyone, Jimin seized the opportunity, slipping inside behind her. As she was collecting the basket, Jimin, with a playful glint in his eyes, slyly locked her between his arms, leaning casually on the dining table.