The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 40

SURPRISE!!!! so here is the part guysssssss💓

A beautiful poetry:-
बातें अधूरी, खामोशियाँ गहरी, 
नज़रों से कह दी हर दिल की पहेली। 
हाथ छूने की हिम्मत तो ना हुई, 
दिल की धड़कन ने सब कह दिया वही। 
अजीब-सा एहसास, अजनबी-सी दूरी, 
फिर भी पास आने की चाह, कुछ ज़रूरी। 🥀🤌🏻

Taehyung stepped into the mansion, the sound of his shoes echoing softly against the marble floor. His mind was restless, swirling with questions he couldn't answer.

"What has happened to me?"

That thought played on a loop in his head. He wasn't sure when it started, but lately, something about Y/N had begun to pull at his heartstrings in a way he couldn’t ignore. The way she smiled, the way she called him "Mr. Kim" with her shy demeanor—it all left an inexplicable warmth lingering in his chest.

But as he moved further into the house, all those thoughts screeched to a halt.

There she was.

Y/N stood in the kitchen, her back to him as she worked diligently on dinner. She had her sleeves rolled up, her hair tied messily, and a faint hum escaped her lips. The warm glow from the kitchen lights bathed her in a soft, golden hue, making her seem almost otherworldly.

Taehyung couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at his lips. Without realizing it, his feet carried him closer to her. Quiet, deliberate steps, as though he were afraid to break the spell.

When he was close enough, he leaned down slightly, his breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You should’ve told me you’re secretly a chef, Mrs. Kim.”

Y/N gasped, dropping the spoon in her hand. She spun around, her wide eyes locking onto his mischievous ones.

“Mr. Kim!” she exclaimed, clutching her chest in shock. “You scared me!”

Taehyung chuckled, the deep timbre of his laughter sending a shiver down her spine. “I didn’t mean to,” he said, though the smirk on his face said otherwise.

She stepped back slightly, her cheeks heating up under his gaze. “What... What are you doing sneaking up on me like that?”

Taehyung crossed his arms, leaning casually against the counter. “I couldn’t help it,” he said smoothly. “The smell of dinner drew me in. Or maybe…” He tilted his head, his eyes locking with hers in a way that made her breath hitch. “...it was you.”

Y/N’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. She averted her gaze, busying herself by picking up the spoon she had dropped. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” she mumbled under her breath.

“But why not?” Taehyung leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “I’m just being honest.”

Y/N’s hands fumbled with the spoon, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She didn’t dare meet his gaze again, knowing it would only make her more flustered.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” she said quickly, changing the subject in an attempt to steady her racing heart.

Taehyung chuckled again, straightening up. “Alright, Mrs. Kim,” he said, stepping back but not before letting his fingers briefly brush against hers as he picked up a stray napkin. “I’ll wait patiently, but don’t take too long. I might get hungry enough to steal a bite from you.”