The Khanna mansion was bathed in the soft glow of dawn on Karwachauth morning. Yn woke up, nestled in her husband Namjoon's arms, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept peacefully. She couldn't help but smile as she admired him, his features relaxed in slumber, his lips forming a subtle pout.
Yn gently leaned down and pecked Namjoon's lips before slipping out of the bed. She tiptoed to the washroom, her steps light and graceful....
Moments later, she emerged, dressed in a stunning light blue saree that draped elegantly around her figure. Adorned with beautiful jhumkas that dangled delicately from her ears and a pendant that rested gracefully against her collarbone, she looked like a vision of grace and beauty.
Namjoon stirred on the bed, his eyes fluttering open. He propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze fixed on his wife, his admiration evident in his eyes.
As she fastened the pendant around her neck, she turned to Namjoon.
"Good morning, Joonie," Yn said with a soft, loving smile, her eyes sparkling with affection...
Namjoon couldn't help but smile back, his gaze never leaving Yn. "This is the best morning view ever," he said, his voice husky with sleep and filled with genuine affection. He marveled at the sight of his wife, captivated by her beauty and the love that radiated from her.
Yn blushed, her cheeks tinted with a rosy hue at Namjoon's heartfelt words. His husky voice, laced with genuine affection, sent shivers down her spine, and she felt her heart swell with love for this incredible man lying before her.
She walked back to the bed, her saree gracefully flowing with every step, and sat down beside Namjoon. Cupping his face with her hands, she looked deep into his eyes, her own reflecting the same affection he expressed. "And you, Namjoon, are the best part of my every morning," she whispered, her voice soft, yet filled with a profound love that knew no bounds.
Namjoon's eyes softened further, his hand reaching up to gently caress Yn's cheek. "I'm the lucky one," he replied, his thumb tracing her lips tenderly. "To wake up to you, to have you by my side every day—it's a blessing I can't be grateful enough for."
In that moment, time seemed to stand still for them. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of each other's eyes. Their love was a silent, powerful force, binding them together in a way that was unbreakable.
The sweet, melodic silence between Yn and Namjoon was suddenly broken by the soft cries of their 4-month-old son, Krish, emanating from the nearby crib. Yn, her eyes still filled with love for Namjoon, turned towards the source of the sound, her maternal instincts kicking in.
"I think someone wants to join our morning celebration," Yn said with a chuckle, her voice a mixture of amusement and affection. She gently stood up from the bed, her fingers still lingering on Namjoon's cheek for a moment before she moved towards the crib.
Namjoon followed her with his eyes, his face adorned with a fond smile. "Our little morning alarm," he teased, his voice filled with warmth as he watched Yn pick up Krish in her arms.
Yn cradled Krish gently, her fingers brushing against his soft cheeks as she whispered soothing words to him. The baby, still in the realm between dreams and wakefulness, calmed down upon feeling his mother's comforting touch. Yn rocked him gently, her movements rhythmic and calming.
Namjoon propped himself up on his elbows, observing the tender scene before him with adoration. "He has your eyes," he remarked, his voice soft, as he admired the way Yn looked at their son with endless love and devotion.
Yn looked back at Namjoon, her eyes sparkling with pride. "And he has your smile," she replied, her voice filled with affection....
The door to the bedroom creaked open, and in walked their 5-year-old daughter, Kavya, her eyes wide with curiosity and innocence. She had a tousled mop of hair, much like her mother, and her father's bright, inquisitive eyes.
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"Namaste Mr. Mafia!" - Kim Namjoon ff
Romance"Namjoon, think about it," she pleaded, her voice breaking, tears glistening in her eyes. Namjoon, his eyes softening with understanding, gently caught her hand in his. "Y/n," he said, his voice a soothing whisper, "I've thought about it. I've thoug...
