FATE

chapter 29

Author's pov

Ajay leaned against the trunk of a large tree, the shadows hiding his presence as he watched the school gates.

He had been keeping a close eye on Durva since arriving in Korea, biding his time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to get closer to his son.

Today, he noticed something that stirred a dark anger in him.

As the bell rang, children poured out of the school, and Ajay's gaze sharpened.

He noticed Taemin rush toward a sleek black car parked by the curb.

His heart began to race when he saw a young man with distinctive features—Yoongi.

The boy threw his arms around him, and Ajay's gut twisted.

“Who the hell is that?” he muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes.

He watched as the two of them exchanged words, Durva’s laughter ringing out like music to Ajay’s ears, but it felt sour.

That laughter, once his alone, was now shared with someone else.

Ajay’s fists clenched as he instinctively felt the growing possessiveness of a father who had been stripped of his rights.

He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the sight of them together ignited an irrational rage within him.

“So, this is her new boyfriend?” he seethed. “Typical. She always needed someone to depend on.”

Yoongi reached out to ruffle Durva’s hair, his playful demeanor only fueling Ajay's anger.

The scene unfolded like a twisted betrayal, and Ajay struggled to keep his breathing steady.

He had to remember why he was here.

His mind raced with dark thoughts.

If Y/N was moving on, then he needed to act fast.

He had to remind her that Taemin belonged to him—that no matter where they went, he would always be a part of their lives, whether she liked it or not.

With a final glare, he watched as they drove away, Durva’s excited chatter filling the car while Yoongi shot a glance at him through the rearview mirror, seemingly unaware of the storm brewing behind them.

As the car pulled away, Ajay felt a surge of determination.

He would find a way to take back what was his.

The last thing he wanted was for his son to bond with another man—especially not someone who made him feel threatened.

“I’ll make sure you both understand the consequences of your actions,” he muttered, already plotting his next move as he disappeared into the shadows.

With his anger simmering beneath the surface, Ajay knew he needed to take more decisive action.

He was not just any man; he was a prominent businessman with resources at his disposal.

Hiring a private investigator seemed like the logical next step to ensure he was always one step ahead of Y/N and the BTS members who had become entwined in their lives.

Ajay picked up his phone and made the call. “I need someone discreet, someone who knows how to dig deep and gather information without raising any suspicion,” he instructed, his voice calm and controlled.

“I want to know everything about Y/N and her connections in South Korea, particularly with that boy band.”

After discussing the terms, Ajay hung up, feeling a strange sense of relief.