ʍǟɖɛ ʄօʀ ɛǟƈɦ օȶɦɛʀ [KIM TAEHYUNG Indian ff]

Chapter -57

Jimin is also very embarrassed about this thing right now, just think for a moment, even though they both not along well now,their relationship was very pure and full of friendship, but when someone made such dirty comments on their relationship...So won't both of them feel embarrassed to look into each other's eyes?

So there also he apologizes for this thing and she looks at both of them, her eyes start getting wet but she presses her lips and nods her head, accepting his emotional apology. She doesn't let herself be as weak and places her hand on Jungkook's head, then looks at Jimin, nods and walks away.

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at night~

She comes out of the bathroom after taking a bath, wearing a simple saree, her hair open and only a mangalsutra around her neck.

Coming out, she hangs the towel on its stand and her eyes wander around the room searching for her husband but she is unable to find him.So once she checks the swimming pool attached to their room where he often works out and some of his exercise machines are kept there, but he is not there either.

So she goes down and finds him still in the backyard. He is playing basketball where the basketball stand is installed, or rather he is hitting the basketball and venting his anger on it. She approaches him but he pays no attention to her presence and is busy hitting the basketball with it so that he can put it in the basket.

She goes to him and calls him but still there is no response from there.

YN : Suniye! (Listen)

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YN : patidev!(Husband)

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YN : are mere bacchon ke baap (father of my kids)

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More she was calling him lovingly more was he getting equally arrogant and was busy playing his own basketball without paying any attention to what she was saying. Now she too was starting to get angry.Yet there she takes a deep breath, calms herself down and calls out sweety lovingly

YN: Taehyung-Saa (Taehyung shi!)

But he still does not listen and quickly puts the ball in the basket and he starts playing again. Now she starts having pain in her head.

YN : iski bhains ki! (she curses)

She curses. She huff, she ties her hair in a bun and submits the downfall pallu of her sari and tucks it right below her deep round navel.And she goes into full Indian womanly excitement and he doesn't even realize when the ball slips from under his hand.

YN draped herself in a light pink saree, the chiffon fabric hugging her curves gracefully. Her long hair was tied loosely, in bun strands escaping to frame her face. She looked radiant under the soft moon light , the mangalsutra glinting against her neckline. But it wasn't the elegance of her saree or the glow of her smile that made the moment captivating-it was the way she handled the basketball.