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As the evening shadows fell over Jeon Haveli, the drawing room buzzed with nervous energy.
Dadi-sa, Jungkook's formidable grandmother, sat at the head of the room, her stern gaze piercing through everyone present. Around her were Mrs Jeon, Jungkook's mother, and several other women of the household, all awaiting her judgment.
The matchmaker, Mrs Rathore, stood trembling with a stack of photographs. She cautiously laid them out on the table, hoping to please the notoriously hard-to-please Dadi-sa.
Dadi-sa snatched the first photo and barely glanced at it before throwing it back at Mrs Rathore.
Dadi-sa- This one looks like a child. Do you expect me to marry off my grandson to a baby? (her voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife)
She grabbed another photo, her frown deepening.
Dadi-sa- And this one? She looks like she hasn't eaten in days. What are you thinking, Dalidar bai (poor woman)? Are you blind?
Mrs Rathore- I-I'm sorry, Bai-sa. These girls come from good families, I assure you. (said while stammering)
Dadi-sa- Good families? Good families won't make up for their lack of beauty. My grandson deserves the best. Not these... these excuses for brides. (she spat out, her tone dripping with disapproval)
She then turned her gaze towards Mrs Jeon and the other women.
Dadi-sa And you, Banno! Are you so desperate to get rid of your son that you'll accept any trash brought to you? Use your brain, woman!
Mrs Jeon lowered her head.
Mrs Jeon- I apologize, Masa. I thought these matches were appropriate.
Dadi-sa- Clearly, thinking is not your strong suit. How did I end up with such a useless daughter-in-law? (Dadi-sa said harshly)
The matchmaker, in a desperate attempt to calm down the situation, presented another photograph.
Mrs Rathore- Bai-sa, perhaps you'll find this girl more suitable. She comes from a respected family and is very accomplished.
Dadi-sa barely glanced at it before tossing it aside with an exaggerated sigh.
Dadi-sa- Accomplished? She looks like she would faint in the kitchen. I need a strong, beautiful girl for my poto (grandson).
With trembling hands, Mrs Rathore produced one last photograph.
Mrs Rathore- This is Taehyung, the only daughter of Mr and Mrs Kim. She is known for her beauty and grace and she is seventeen years old.
Dadi-sa- Seventeen? Why still unmarried? Any kind of disability?
Mrs Rathore- No Bai-sa. Her family wanted her to finish her education first. That's why they delayed their marriage.
Dadi-sa snatched the photo, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized it.
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Unbinding Tradition
FanfictionIn the rustic villages of Rajasthan, where ancient customs weave the fabric of daily life, Taehyung's story unfolds-a tale of courage, love, and the power to defy destiny. At seventeen, she was thrust into an arranged marriage with Jungkook, a stric...