The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 39

Finally..!!

A beautiful poetry:-

कुछ कहा नहीं, फिर भी सब कह दिया,
तेरी खामोशी ने मेरे दिल को सह लिया।
नज़रों से नज़रों का जो रिश्ता बना,
उसने ही मेरे इश्क़ को बेवजह रह लिया। 🤌🏻💗

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As the car disappeared down the long driveway, Y/N stood frozen at the door, her hands gripping the edge tightly. The ache in her chest lingered, but the silence around her now was even heavier. She swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. The tears were gone, but their ghosts remained, clouding her vision and thoughts.

Taehyung, still standing a few steps behind her, finally moved closer. The sound of his footsteps broke the silence, and Y/N's breath hitched. She didn’t turn around, but she could feel him there, his presence as steady as a shadow.

"Mrs kim,” he said softly, his voice low, almost hesitant.

She didn’t respond immediately, afraid that if she spoke, her voice would betray the whirlwind of emotions she was feeling. But then, she took a shaky breath, letting it out slowly. “Yes, Mr. Kim?”

He frowned slightly at her formality, though he had grown used to it by now. Still, something about the way she said it tonight felt different—more fragile, more vulnerable.

“You should sit down,” he said gently, stepping closer until he was beside her. “You’ve been standing here for too long.”

Y/N finally turned her head to look at him, and her heart fluttered at the concern etched across his face. His usually cold, distant demeanor seemed to soften under the moonlight spilling through the open door.

“I’m fine,” she said, forcing a small smile, though her voice trembled slightly.

Taehyung’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the waver in her voice, and without another word, he reached out and gently took her wrist. The sudden touch made her gasp, and her wide eyes shot up to meet his.

“Come,” he said simply, leading her back into the house.

She followed silently, her heart racing in her chest. His hand was warm around her wrist, and the small, casual gesture felt far more intimate than it should have.

He guided her to the couch and motioned for her to sit. She hesitated but eventually sank into the cushions, feeling both awkward and strangely comforted by his silent care.

“Wait here,” he said, his voice was steady but softer than usual.

Before she could question him, he disappeared into the kitchen. Y/N sat there, her thoughts swirling, replaying every small detail of his actions. Her fingers subconsciously touched the spot on her wrist where his hand had been, and a tiny smile tugged at her lips despite herself.

Moments later, Taehyung returned, holding a glass of water. He held it out to her, and she looked up at him, surprised. “Here,” he said simply.

She took it with trembling hands, her fingers brushing against his. The light, fleeting contact sent a shiver down her spine, and she quickly looked away, taking a sip to steady herself.