The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 41

A beautiful poetry based on the chapter (MUST READ!!!)

खामोश निगाहों में सवाल छुपा है,
दिल में एहसास है, पर जुबां खफा है।
ना मैंने कहा, ना तूने सुना,
फिर भी ये रिश्ता कहीं गहरा बसा है। 🤌🏻❤️‍🩹

Taehyung's POV

Taehyung gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind wandering back to Y/N's desperate plea earlier. Her teary eyes, her trembling voice, the way she held onto him-it all played on a loop in his mind. "Don't go," she had said, her words laced with fear and vulnerability. It wasn't just the words but the weight behind them that tugged at his heart. Why did she say that? And why was it affecting him so much?

He let out a frustrated sigh, loosening his tie as he drove through the quiet streets. The usually composed Kim Taehyung was feeling something he couldn't quite put into words. Something unfamiliar, something unsettling. His thoughts were interrupted when his eyes caught a small stall illuminated by soft yellow lights at the corner of the street.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he parked the car. It was a dessert stall, still open despite the late hour. The faint memory of Y/N smiling at the mention of her favorite vanilla milkshake flashed in his mind. Maybe this could cheer her up. He stepped out and walked to the stall, the cool night air brushing against his face.

"One vanilla milkshake, please," he said, his deep voice startling the sleepy vendor. As he waited, his eyes wandered to a small flower shop next to the stall. An elderly woman sat there, wrapping a thick shawl around herself to shield against the cold. The vibrant colors of fresh flowers stood out against the muted background of the night.

Before he could think twice, his feet carried him to the flower shop. "A bouquet, please," he said softly, his gaze settling on a bunch of delicate white roses mixed with baby's breath. The old woman smiled warmly, her wrinkled hands carefully wrapping the bouquet.

"These flowers are for someone special, aren't they?" she asked knowingly, her voice gentle.

Taehyung hesitated, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Maybe," he muttered, taking the bouquet from her. He placed it carefully on the backseat of his car before returning to collect the milkshake.

As he started the car, the quiet hum of the engine filled the silence. He glanced at the milkshake and the bouquet, a small sense of satisfaction blooming in his chest. He could already imagine the surprise in her eyes, the way her lips would curl into a shy smile.

But just as he pulled onto the main road, a pair of blinding headlights caught his attention. His heart lurched as he realized a car was speeding straight toward him. Instinctively, he slammed the brakes and tried to steer away, but the car was too fast.

The impact was jarring. His car lurched violently, the sound of metal crunching against metal ringing in his ears. His head slammed against the steering wheel, and everything went dark.

Y/N's POV

The mansion was eerily quiet as Y/N lay on the couch, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of her blanket. Her mind was restless, her thoughts revolving around Taehyung. The way he had comforted her earlier, the warmth of his embrace, the gentle reassurance in his voice-it all felt like a dream.

She sighed, clutching the pillow close to her chest. "What are you doing to me, Mr. Kim?" she whispered to the empty room, a small smile tugging at her lips.