Unbinding Tradition

33. Sacred Promise ❤️

This ff is giving me daily soap vibe 😢.. and I feel like Ekta kapoor of Wattpad plus.. 😂

Everyday new drama Taekook ki zindagi mai.. najane ab konsa Naya mod aayega...

Anyways; go and enjoy your latest episode.. aur haa comment bhi kardena.. in previous chapter; very comments.. 😤😡

The early morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft rays of light across the room.

Tae stood in front of the mirror, carefully tying the strings of her lehenga, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of the festival and the significance of the fast she was keeping for Jungkook.

As she adjusted her dupatta, she caught a glimpse of him in the reflection, preparing to leave for work. His expression was as unreadable as ever, a mix of sternness and something else she couldn't quite understand.

Just as he was about to leave, Jungkook stopped and turned toward her. Tae's back was facing him, but she could feel his gaze, heavy and intense. He cleared his throat and spoke, his voice calm and distant.

Jk- There's no need for you to keep this fast. (he said briefly, his words sharp) I may be late tonight. Make sure you eat and get back to bed.

He stood there for a moment, watching her in the mirror, but before she could say anything, he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Tae looked down, feeling a slight ache in her chest at his cold words. She took a deep breath, trying not to let his attitude shake her resolve.

When she glanced at her hands, a faint smile appeared. Her mehendi had darkened overnight—a symbol of her commitment's strength.

Gently tracing the intricate patterns on her palms, she whispered to herself, as if to gather strength, "I'm doing this because I want to. I don't need anyone's permission to fulfill my devotion."

The faint smile on her face widened as she remembered the early morning hours spent with the other women in the household, sharing a meal before sunrise.

There was something sacred in that quiet, shared ritual, something that connected her with the women who had come before her and those beside her now. This fast, this devotion—it was hers to keep.

Tae adjusted her dupatta over her shoulder, a quiet resolve settling in her heart. She would observe the day with all the respect and love the occasion deserved.

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The morning of Teej arrived with an air of celebration and anticipation in the Jeon household. For all the women, it was a day that brought both joy and reverence, an occasion cherished for generations.

Dressed in vibrant, intricate lehengas adorned with shimmering jewelry, each woman prepared herself for the day's rituals, their attire symbolizing the beauty, grace, and strength that Teej honored.

Teej held deep significance, a day when women came together to pray for the well-being of their husbands and the prosperity of their households. More than that, it was a celebration of womanhood, of endurance, and the timeless bond between Goddess Parvati and Lord Shiva—a bond representing unwavering devotion, patience, and mutual respect.

Women across the region kept fasts, adorned themselves in colorful garments, and offered their prayers, seeking the blessings of Goddess Parvati for a harmonious married life, inner strength, and resilience.

At the heart of the Jeon haveli, all the women gathered, each carrying offerings of flowers, fruits, and sweets in silver trays as they made their way toward the temple. The soft tinkling of their anklets echoed through the halls, blending with the scent of jasmine and marigold in the air.