My Mafia Husband |JK FF| Poheli

|Chapter 1: Unveiling the Unspoken|

[As the tension mounts in the marriage hall, the contrasting inner monologues of Y/N and JK provide a captivating glimpse into their minds.

Y/N, overwhelmed with frustration and confusion, grapples with the unexpected twist her life has taken. Forced into a marriage she never wanted, she battles against her own emotions and the pressures imposed upon her by her family. Yet, amidst her turmoil, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to the very person she's supposed to wed, a twist of fate she never saw coming.

On the other hand, JK, seemingly confident and eager, hides his own internal struggle beneath a façade of anticipation. While outwardly thrilled at the prospect of marrying Y/N, inwardly, he battles with his own desires and the complexities of the situation. His admiration for Y/N clashes with the knowledge that their union may not be as seamless as it appears on the surface.

Their inner worlds collide as they stand on the precipice of a life-altering moment, each grappling with their own desires, doubts, and fears. As the ceremony unfolds, the stage is set for a journey filled with unexpected twists, undeniable chemistry, and the promise of love in the unlikeliest of places.

As the ceremony proceeds, Y/N finds herself standing next to JK, feeling a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She steals glances at him, noticing the earnestness in his eyes as he exchanges vows. Meanwhile, JK's heart races with anticipation, but he can't shake the feeling that something isn't quite right.

Y/N's mind races with doubts and uncertainties. She knows she's being pushed into this marriage against her will, but there's a spark of curiosity about the man standing beside her. Despite her initial resistance, she can't deny the undeniable chemistry she feels when their eyes meet.

Just as the officiant prepares to pronounce them husband and wife, Y/N's inner turmoil reaches its peak. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself to speak up, to challenge the fate that's been imposed upon her.

But before she can utter a word, JK's hand gently finds hers, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. Their eyes lock, and in that moment, Y/N sees a flicker of understanding in JK's gaze. It's as if he senses her hesitation, her silent plea for freedom.

In a surprising twist, JK leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper, "I know you didn't choose this, Y/N. But let's make the best of it together. I promise to stand by your side, to support you in every way I can."

Y/N's breath catches in her throat as she stares at him in disbelief. She never expected such empathy, such sincerity from the man she was supposed to marry. At that moment, a glimmer of hope ignites within her heart.]

[After some vows of marriage.]

Y/N's POV: I was startled, my eyes flew open wide. There he was, Jungkook, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips just inches from mine. My heart pounded in my chest, a whirlwind of confusion and adrenaline rushing through me. What was he doing? Was he really going to kiss me in front of everyone?

But before I could even process what was happening, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, and whispered, "Relax, it's just a tradition." His lips brushed lightly against mine in a soft, barely-there kiss that sent shivers down my spine.

I felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks, and I couldn't help but steal a quick glance at our guests, who were watching with bated breath. But in that moment, it felt like there was no one else in the room but us like the world had faded away and all that mattered was the electricity crackling between our lips.