IDEAL LOVE

Chapter Eleven

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As the festivities of their wedding continued, Jimin and Yn found themselves immersed in the beauty of Bengali traditions. Among these traditions was the sacred ritual of Ful Sojja, a ceremony where the newlyweds spend time together in seclusion, adorned with flowers, symbolizing the beginning of their marital journey.

Yn's heart fluttered with anticipation as she and Jimin were led to a secluded room adorned with fragrant flowers and candles, their soft glow casting a warm, romantic ambiance.

Jimin took Yn's hand in his, his eyes filled with love and devotion as he gazed at his bride. "Yn, this moment feels so special, just being here with you."

Yn smiled, feeling her cheeks flush with warmth at Jimin's words. "I feel it too, Jimin. It's like time stands still when we're together like this."

Their conversation was interrupted by a mischievous twinkle in Jimin's eyes. "You know, Yn, I heard that during Ful Sojja, the newlyweds are supposed to express their love for each other in the most intimate ways possible."

Yn's cheeks flushed even more at Jimin's playful suggestion, but she couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, is that so? And what exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Park?"

Jimin leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Well, Mrs. Park, I was thinking we could start with a sweet kiss," he whispered, his lips grazing hers in a gentle, lingering caress.

Yn's heart skipped a beat at the tender touch, her body tingling with desire. "Mmm, that sounds like a good start," she murmured, her fingers threading through Jimin's hair as she pulled him closer for another kiss, this one filled with passion and promise.

As they lost themselves in each other's embrace, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of flowers and the soft glow of candlelight, Jimin and Yn knew that their love was as timeless and enduring as the traditions that bound them together.

As Jimin and Yn continued to bask in the intimacy of the Ful Sojja ritual, their hearts beat in harmony, and their souls intertwined in a dance of love and desire.

Jimin traced his fingertips lightly along Yn's jawline, his touch igniting a fire within her that she couldn't deny. "Yn," he murmured, his voice husky with longing, "you are more beautiful than any flower in this room."

Yn's cheeks flushed at his words, feeling her heart swell with love for the man who stood before her. "Jimin, you always know just what to say to make me feel special," she whispered, her eyes shimmering with affection.

Their gazes locked, each lost in the depths of the other's eyes, the world fading away around them as they surrendered to the passion that burned between them.

"Yn," Jimin breathed, his voice barely a whisper, "I love you more than words can express. You are my everything, now and always."

Yn's heart soared at his declaration, her soul singing with joy at the depth of their connection. "Jimin," she whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion, "I love you too, with all that I am."