Next Morning:
Y/N and her crew of troublemakers—Diya, her cousins, and friends—were in the garden, trying to make reels. It was a chaotic scene as they stumbled through multiple takes.
"Yaar, what are you doing? You're doing it wrong! Aise hoga, aise!" Y/N scolded Diya, flailing her arms.
"Arre ha ha, jo bhi ho, jaldi banao! Warna humari kher nahi hai!" Diya warned everyone as the pressure mounted.
After what felt like a thousand attempts, Y/N finally declared, "It's perfect!" with an over-dramatic, satisfied smile.
"Yahhhh!" Siddharth, one of the cousins, yelled in triumph.
Just then, Y/N’s mom’s voice rang out from behind, clearly exasperated. "Bewakofo, yaha khade khade reels banate rehna, help mat kara dena."
Y/N quickly turned toward her friends, only to find them nowhere to be seen.
"Ghaddar log," Y/N muttered under her breath as her mom continued marching ahead.
"Chal ab," Y/N’s mom said, motioning for her to follow, and they both left the garden.
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**The Haldi Ceremony:**
Y/N’s mom and Taehyung’s mom, accompanied by their respective husbands, entered the courtyard with a beautifully decorated chauki for Shreya and Jimin's Haldi ceremony.
Shreya stepped in, her nerves evident as she adjusted her simple yet elegant yellow lehenga choli. The mogra flowers in her hair were a beautiful touch. She sat down on the chauki, glancing nervously at Jimin as he entered in a matching yellow kurta and dhoti, looking every bit the perfect groom.
The elders began applying haldi to their faces, arms, and legs, blessing them with prosperity and love. It was a sweet and simple moment, full of warmth.
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**After the Haldi Ceremony:**
Shreya hurried to her room for a quick bath, feeling the remnants of haldi still on her skin. After freshening up, she stepped out, only to freeze in place. There, in the middle of her room, stood Jimin, also in his kurta and dhoti, with that familiar mischievous grin.
"Jimin! Aap pagal ho kya? Agar hume kisi ne dekh liya toh, pta hai kya hoga? Haldi ke baad humara milna mana hai," Shreya exclaimed, her panic evident.
Jimin smirked, stepping closer to her. "Nothing will happen, love. I came here to finish some *pending work*."
Shreya blinked in confusion, her breath catching in her throat as Jimin whispered in her ear, "This work," before brushing his cheek against hers.
She felt the heat rise in her chest, her eyes closing as he kissed her neck and shoulder softly, all while gently applying haldi. His lips were like fire against her skin, and she felt herself melt. The kiss on her lips was a slow, lingering one, filled with passion and tenderness. Jimin even bit her lip lightly, causing her to moan and open her mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
When she tapped his shoulder, out of breath, he pulled back, his forehead gently resting against hers. Her breathing was heavy, but there was a shy smile on her face.
"I missed the taste of your sweet lips," Jimin said, pecking her nose before she buried her face in his chest, his laughter filling the room.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Both of their eyes widened in panic.
"I told you not to come, but you didn’t listen to me!" Shreya whispered frantically, her hands trembling.
"It’s okay, jaan. It must be your friends or sister," Jimin said calmly.
Shreya opened the door with a sigh of relief, only to find Y/N and her mischievous crew standing there, looking far too innocent.
"What took you this long to open the door?" Y/N asked, entering with a raised eyebrow. She froze when she saw Jimin, blinking a few times before a smirk slowly formed on her lips. "Ohh, so *this* is the private haldi rasam happening here?"
"Haww, didi, aap se ye ummed nahi thi!" Diya chimed in with a playful grin.
Jimin bolted out of the room in a hurry, his face flushed with embarrassment.
The group burst into laughter as Shreya turned a deeper shade of red, her hands covering her face in complete mortification.
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**Wedding Day:**
The grand wedding of Shreya and Jimin unfolded amidst the vibrant Rajasthani traditions. Jimin’s parents welcomed the groom with a warm smile and a decorated thal. The atmosphere was electric with excitement as the groom, looking dashing, made his way to the decorated stage to await his bride. He was both nervous and ecstatic.
When Shreya entered, Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. She was stunning—absolutely breathtaking in her bridal attire. His heart swelled with pride as their eyes met, and Shreya shyly looked away, her nerves kicking in.
As the couple sat for the rites, Y/N, along with her crew of troublemakers, gathered at the corner, whispering about their plan to steal the groom’s shoes.
"Dekh, Diya and Uttkarsh, you two take care of Jin and Jungkook. Siddharth and Yashveen, you’re on Taehyung and Namjoon duty. Hardik and Aman, you’re with Suga and J-Hope. I’ll handle the shoes," Y/N instructed, her voice serious but with an edge of excitement.
The group dispersed, each taking their assigned positions, and the operation was underway.
"Hi, Jiju—I mean, Jiju ke doston!" Diya stuttered as she nervously approached the groomsmen. Uttkarsh facepalmed himself, unable to believe her awkwardness.
Meanwhile, Yashveen faked an injury and dramatically sank to the ground, calling out for help. "Ahh, mere pair mein chot lag gayi. Meri madad karo, bhaiya! Mere room tak le chalo!"
Taehyung glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Kya hua?"
"Bas bhaiya, mere pair mein chot lag gayi hai, zara madad karo na." Yashveen continued his act, looking as pitiful as possible.
Across the room, Siddharth asked Jungkook for help. "Excuse me, can you help me find my phone?"
Jungkook, keeping his focus on the shoes, shrugged. "Sorry, I’ve gotta keep an eye on the groom's shoes."
"That’s fine," Siddharth said, "J-Hope and Suga are already on it!"
And so, the chaos continued with everyone running around in different directions. Y/N, meanwhile, moved toward Taehyung’s chair, casually sitting next to him. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Scrolling through Instagram," Taehyung replied with a bored look.
"Are you on Instagram?" Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Yeah," Taehyung said curtly, still scrolling.
"Me too," Y/N said with a smile, "Maybe we can follow each other."
"That’s nice," Taehyung responded, clearly uninterested, but Y/N kept at it.
As she talked, Yashveen sneakily swiped the shoes from under Taehyung’s chair and signaled to Y/N. "Got 'em!" she whispered to herself, mimicking the smug tone of her earlier success.
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Later, as the rites concluded:
Jimin turned to his friends, looking for his shoes. "Where are my shoes, Jungkook?" he asked.
"They were being taken care of by the others," Jungkook replied, looking around.
Jimin turned to his BTS members, "Where are they?"
"Don’t ask them, Jiju," Y/N said with a teasing grin. "I’ve got the shoes right here."
She raised her eyebrows playfully as Jimin’s face turned a shade of red that rivaled the wedding decorations.
The perfect crime had been committed.
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The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF
FanfictionThe story is about Taehyung and Y/N.. Y/N as innocent, childish girl and most importantly she is indian and Taehyung as cold,rude owner of kim cooperation..
