The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 44

A beautiful shayari on the CHAPTER-

तेरी छूने भर से संवर जाता हूँ,
तेरी बातों में जैसे बिखर जाता हूँ।
मोहब्बत सिर्फ इश्क़ नहीं, एहसास भी है,
तेरी हर नज़र में मैं खुद को पाता हूँ। 🥹💗

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The hospital room was bathed in soft afternoon sunlight, casting a golden glow on everything inside. Taehyung was leaning back against the pillows, his hands resting on his lap, while Y/N sat beside him on the chair near the bed. The room was quiet, but it wasn’t an awkward silence—it was a comfortable one, where neither felt the need to fill the air with unnecessary words.

Y/N, however, seemed a little distracted.

Taehyung’s sharp eyes caught how she was fidgeting with her fingers, her eyes lowered as if lost in thought. She wasn’t nervous, but there was a certain shyness in her demeanor, like she wasn’t used to sitting with him like this—peacefully, without any taunts or arguments.

A small smirk formed on his lips.

He knew exactly how to break this silence.

Without warning, he let out a sharp gasp and clutched his injured leg dramatically. “Ah! Ouch—Mrs. Kim, it hurts! My leg!”

Y/N’s eyes widened in alarm, and she immediately got up. “W-What happened? Did you move it too much?”

Taehyung groaned exaggeratedly, his face twisting in fake pain. “I-I don’t know! It suddenly started hurting so badly!”

Panic flashed in her eyes as she reached out, instinctively placing her hands on his knee, gently checking for any discomfort. “Oh my god, do I call the doctor? Are you okay?”

He let out another groan before blinking up at her, his lips twitching. “Wait… I think I know how to fix it.”

Y/N gulped. “How?”

He slowly lifted his hand, placing it on top of hers.

“Your touch,” he whispered, eyes gleaming mischievously. “It’s magical. My pain is going away now.”

Y/N blinked. Once. Twice.

Then, realization hit her.

Her worried expression turned into a deadpan look as she slowly removed her hand from under his. “Mr. Kim…”

Taehyung tilted his head innocently. “Yes, Mrs. Kim?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Are you—” She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “Are you serious?”

Taehyung bit his lip to keep from laughing, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Very serious, Mrs. Kim. I was in so much pain, but now that you touched me…” He placed a hand over his chest. “I feel healed. I think it’s something..”

Y/N scoffed. “Something, my foot.”

He gasped, clutching his heart dramatically. “Did you just reject my confession?”

She crossed her arms. “It wasn’t a confession, Mr. Kim. It was a scam.”

Taehyung let out a fake pained sigh. “Wow, Mrs. Kim. I thought you cared for me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I do! But not when you’re being dramatic just to hold my hand.”

He smirked. “Caught me, huh?”