FATE

chapter 10

Author’s POV

The day of the concert arrived, buzzing with excitement and anticipation. Fans filled the streets of Seoul, dressed in BTS merchandise, their voices, a symphony of enthusiasm as they eagerly made their way to the venue.

Among them, Y/N and Durva stood out, their hearts racing in sync with the rhythm of the city.

As Y/N put the finishing touches on her outfit, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves.

This concert was more than just a performance; it was a chance for Durva to experience the joy of seeing his idols live.

She glanced over at him, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he fiddled with the BTS lightstick she had gotten him.

“Amma, can we go now?” he chirped, practically bouncing on his feet.

“Just a minute, love,” she replied, her heart warmed by his enthusiasm.

Once they were ready, they headed out, the energy in the air palpable as they joined the throngs of fans heading to the stadium.

Outside, Y/N and Durva found their seats among the sea of ARMYs, the energy of the crowd electrifying.

The lights dimmed, and the excitement swelled to a crescendo.

As the first notes of their favorite songs filled the air, Y/N caught a glimpse of Durva ’s face lighting up, his joy radiating around them.

In that moment, all her worries faded away. They were here, together, sharing in something magical.

But in the back of her mind, the thought of the shadows from their past loomed, reminding her that even in joy, there could be a flicker of uncertainty.

As the concert began, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder how intertwined their lives had become with BTS.

The music echoed around them, filling her heart with warmth, even as she felt the invisible threads of fate pulling them closer to the secrets waiting to be unveiled.

With each song, Durva's laughter filled the air, and Y/N’s heart swelled with love for her son and the life they were building together.

But as the performance continued, she found herself glancing backstage, wondering if perhaps the members were thinking of them too, and if, just maybe, they would find a way to connect after the show.

Ajay’s POV

Ajay sat in the dimly lit room of his Mumbai apartment, the air thick with tension.

He leaned back in his chair, a glass of whiskey clutched in his hand, as he stared out the window at the bustling street below.

His mind raced with thoughts of Y/N and Durva , a mix of anger and determination swirling within him.

He had spent the last few days searching for any leads, and finally, a contact had slipped through the shadows with the news he had been dreading. They had left India. He couldn’t believe it at first. Y/N had taken their son and vanished without a trace, fleeing to a foreign land.

“Seoul,” he muttered to himself, the name leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “How could she do this? Run away like a coward?”

His grip tightened around the glass, the ice clinking against the sides as he wrestled with his emotions.

The thought of her starting anew without him ignited a fire within him. He was Durva’s father, and no one—especially not Y/N—could take that away from him.

“Where are you hiding?” he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. “You can’t run forever.”

Ajay stood up and began pacing the room, each step fueled by his frustration.