In the rustic villages of Rajasthan, where ancient customs weave the fabric of daily life, Taehyung's story unfolds-a tale of courage, love, and the power to defy destiny.
At seventeen, she was thrust into an arranged marriage with Jungkook, a stric...
The opponent player smirked as he walked through the dimly lit hallway, his boots clicking against the stone floor. The chaotic noise of the police raid had long faded into the distance, replaced by the eerie silence of the secluded chamber he now entered.
A single oil lamp flickered, casting long shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of tobacco, curling in delicate spirals toward the ceiling.
At the center of the room stood a grand wooden table, polished yet worn from years of use.
And behind it sat a man, his chair turned away, concealing his identity.
The opponent player stepped forward, pulling out the cloth pouch heavy with gold, rings, and coins, and placed it firmly on the table.
Beside it, he laid down the promissory note, the one that confirmed—
Jeon Haweli was no longer in Mr. Jeon’s possession.
The player grinned, his chest swelling with triumph.
???- The Jeon Haweli is now out of Mr. Jeon's possession, sir. (he exhaled a breath of satisfaction) You should have been present there to see him. He looked so… (he chuckled, shaking his head) so utterly defeated.
He let out a booming laugh, recalling Mr. Jeon’s desperate face as he lost everything in a single night.
But the man in the chair remained silent.
Only the slow drag of a cigarette, followed by a steady exhale, broke the stillness.
The opponent player’s laugh faded, realizing that his amusement was not shared.
The atmosphere in the room shifted, the weight of silence pressing heavily on him.
And then—
The chair slowly turned around.
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The flickering lamplight illuminated a familiar face.
Sharp, dark eyes bore into the opponent player, and a single golden ring on his finger gleamed under the dim light.
It was none other than Jeon Jungkook.
His expression was unreadable, his lips curled around the cigarette as he took another drag before flicking the ashes onto a tray.
His dark eyes gleamed with a knowing smirk as he picked up the promissory note, the one document that now declared—
The Jeon Haveli was no longer in Mr. Jeon’s reach.
Jungkook studied the paper, his smirk widening as he leaned back in his chair, the weight of victory settling in his bones. With an air of dominance, he swung his legs onto the table, crossing them leisurely while still staring at the note.
