kahani pyar ki (Tk)

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NAMJOON'S POV

I sat down on my bed, feeling extremely angry. My heart rate increased due to my anger, and my face turned red. I threw the bedsheet off the bed and tossed the chair around. How can they do this? First, they didn't understand how much I love Jin, and now they don't understand that I won't marry anyone except Jin.

What do they want from me? If they can't understand this, I'll make them understand. I opened my closet and pulled out some clothes, and then I found an album of Jin and me in the corner. It had more pictures of Jin than me, taken with a camera while we were joking around. I picked it up and brought it out of my room.

I saw Papa explaining to the guests that I just needed some time, as this was all so sudden. Papa noticed me approaching and Mom came to me, saying, "Son, forgive me, they're not listening to me." I gave her a reassuring smile and said, "Mom, it's not your fault." Mom smiled back and said, "Go, tell them you won't marry; make them understand."

I smiled and nodded, then walked over to the guests. The girl looked shy as she saw me. I sat down next to Papa, and he said, "Here comes my son, now you can proceed with the rituals." I smiled at everyone and opened the album on the table, saying, "Do you know who this is?"

I looked at Uncle, who was smiling at me. As I spoke, he looked at the album and said, "No, son, who is this?" Just as I was about to answer, Papa grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes, saying, "Don't do this." I placed my hand on top of his and said, "Papa, let me speak," and I removed his hand. Then I said, "This is my Jin, I love him very much, and I want to marry her."

As they heard this, everyone's faces fell, and they stared at me in shock. I showed Aunty another picture of Jin and said, "Look, Aunty, this is from when I first got this camera, and I went to see Jin. She was wearing a pink suit, and she looked incredibly beautiful. I wanted to take her hand and bring her home, and tell everyone to arrange our marriage." I chuckled and was about to continue when the guests stood up, and Uncle said, "Is this why we were invited here?"

Uncle was furious, and I was pleased to see that. My Papa stood up and said, "This child doesn't know what he's doing." I listened to his words, stood up, and held the album in my hand. I said, "I'm 27 years old, and I know what love is and what's best for me." I said this to the guests, and Uncle stormed out of our house in anger. I smiled, feeling victorious that he had left.

I looked at Papa, who was sitting on the sofa, still angry. He grabbed my hand tightly and said, "Why have you embarrassed me so much? What do you want?" Without thinking, I simply said, "Jin." Suddenly, I felt a stinging pain on my cheek, and I realized Papa had slapped me. I put my hand on my cheek, trying to soothe the pain. Papa said, "Just kill me." I looked at him but said nothing.

He glanced around and started walking towards the kitchen. Mom grabbed my hand and said, "Go to your room." I nodded, but before I could leave, Papa returned with a knife in his hand.

Papa held the knife and placed it in my hand, forcibly holding my hand and placing the knife to his throat. He said, "Kill me." I stared at Papa in shock, and Mom also started telling him, "What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" But it seemed like Papa wasn't listening to her.

I tried to pull my hand back, fearing that I might accidentally hurt him. My heart was racing with fear that I might end up injuring him.

I looked at Mom and said, "Mom, please make them understand." Mom looked at me, her eyes filled with tears, and said, "Just stop, all this will hurt you."

Dad looked at me and said, "Why? What happened? Aren't you being killed? I would have killed you before you fell in love with that bastard. It's all that girl's fault."

I withdrew my hand from the knife, and it fell to the ground. I never thought Dad would say such things. I looked at Dad, who was taking deep breaths. I've never felt such pain, and now it's because of Dad's words.

I looked at the knife and picked it up, saying, "I'll die, and you'll find peace, you'll be at ease." Dad looked at me, and Mom said, "Have you gone crazy? Leave that, what are you doing?"

I looked at Mom, then at Dad, and said, "No, Mom, he can see everything, but not my love. He understands everything, but he doesn't understand my feelings. I just want to do what I want. Have you ever listened to me once, or he asked me once, 'Why are you talking like this?' No, he just want to impose their will on me."

I took a step back, still holding the knife in my hand, and said, "You want to live my life, you want to make every decision for me. So now, I'll kill myself, and you can live my life."