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The wedding hall buzzed with life.
The sound of dhols echoed through the air, mixing with the laughter of cousins, the click of camera shutters, and the scent of rose petals scattered across the marble floor.
Women in bright lehengas swayed to the rhythm, the shimmer of bangles dancing in the golden light of chandeliers.
Outside, strings of marigolds framed the entrance like fire-colored curtains. Inside, the mandap glowed - drenched in soft hues of gold and crimson.
The sacred fire was yet to be lit, but the room already felt warm with joy, noise, and stories being told in giggles.
Shreya, the bride and Yn's cousin, was somewhere in her room - her cousins running in and out, shouting about missing bangles, lipstick shades, and flower jewelry.
Jimin's side - the groomsmen - had arrived in full glory. Namjoon tried to manage the chaos, Jungkook was already teasing one of the cousins, and Taehyung... well, Taehyung stood near the entrance, quietly watching the scene unfold with his usual unreadable expression.
The sound of the shehnai rose softly, like a thread connecting the madness to something sacred.
Aunties gossiped near the buffet, uncles discussed business even here, and kids ran around with cones of ice cream, their laughter cutting through the music.
Somewhere in the middle of it all, Y/N adjusted the end of her dupatta and looked around - lost between the noise and the warmth, her heart fluttering with emotions.
Y/N made her way toward the bride's room. She lightly knocked once before peeking in.
"Hayyeee... kitni sundar lag rahi hai tu, thu thu!" Y/N gasped dramatically the moment she saw Shreya.
(Hayyeee... You're looking so beautiful, thu thu!)
Shreya turned, her cheeks blooming red as she laughed softly. "Thank you..." she murmured, almost shy, the glow of her bridal attire making her look nothing less than a dream.
Y/N's laughter faded into a small, nostalgic smile.
For a fleeting second, memories of their childhood came rushing back - fighting over the last piece of chocolate, pulling each other's hair, and making up the next minute like nothing ever happened.
She blinked quickly, brushing away the tears threatening to spill from the corner of her eyes.
Regaining her playful tone, she said, "Dulhan sahiba, chalna hai bhi ya sharmate rehna hai?"
(Dear bride, are you planning to come out or just keep blushing here?)
Shreya chuckled, her nervousness easing a little. "Bas aa rahi hoon," she replied, her voice trembling with excitement.
(Just coming)
Y/N smiled again - wide, proud, and a little teary - before turning toward the door.
As soon as Y/N left the room, she saw her brother Yashveen walking toward her, his expression already impatient.
"Kitni der lagegi?" he asked, slightly frowning.
(How long will it take?)
"Bas aa rahi hai, tu kyun uchal raha hai?" Y/N replied casually.
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FanfictionY/N never imagined her life would take such a cruel turn - married off overnight, not for love, but for revenge. Forced into a contract marriage with Kim Taehyung, the cold and calculating CEO of the company she just joined, her world is thrown into...
