FORCED MARRIAGE WITH BROTHER IN LAW

chapter 55

The morning of the wedding was chaotic. The house was filled with laughter, guests rushing around in bright-colored outfits, and the sound of dhols echoing in the air. The baraat was about to leave, and everyone was preparing for the grand moment.

Everyone except Y/N.

She sat alone in her small room, dressed in a simple salwar kameez, her hands resting lifelessly in her lap. She had known this would happen. No one had told her directly, but she understood—she wasn’t meant to go.

A knock on her door broke her thoughts.

Jungkook stood there, frowning. He was dressed in an elegant sherwani, looking every bit the part of an honored guest. “Why aren’t you ready?” he asked, confused.

Y/N didn’t answer, but before she could even think of responding, a voice interrupted.

“She’s not coming.”

Jungkook turned to see Y/N’s mother standing behind him, adjusting her bangles, completely unbothered. “Beta, understand something,” she said, placing a hand on his arm as if explaining something simple. “She’s unlucky. We can’t bring her. What if something bad happens during the wedding?”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed in disbelief. “Unlucky?” he repeated, glancing back at Y/N.

Y/N lowered her gaze, gripping her dupatta tightly in her lap.

Her mother sighed as if this was obvious. “You don’t understand our traditions. A girl like her… she’s better off staying home. If she stays out of the way, that’s the best thing she can do for her brother.”

Jungkook looked at Y/N again, expecting her to protest, to fight back. But she just gave him a small, tired smile. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m used to it.”

His stomach twisted uncomfortably at her words.

The sound of drums and music filled the air as the baraat began to leave. The excitement in the house reached its peak, but Y/N remained seated, forgotten in her own home.

Once the house emptied, she quietly stepped outside.

She told herself she wouldn’t cry.

But then she saw it.

The Sehra Bandi ceremony was beginning. The groom sat on a beautifully decorated stage, surrounded by elders. The ritual of tying the decorative veil over his face had started—a sacred moment that only a sister was meant to perform.

Except it wasn’t her.

It was another cousin, laughing, surrounded by cheers as she carefully tied the sehra around his forehead.

Y/N’s fingers dug into her dupatta. That was supposed to be her. She was his sister. It was her right.

But they had taken that from her too.

The ache in her chest deepened, but she forced herself to swallow it. No one cared if she was hurting. No one even noticed her standing there.

Except for BTS.

Jungkook stood frozen, staring at her instead of the ceremony. Jimin shifted uncomfortably, guilt written all over his face. Even Namjoon, who usually kept his emotions in check, looked disturbed.

Because now they truly saw it.

Y/N wasn’t just ignored—she was erased.

She wasn’t even given the dignity of a place in her own family.

And the worst part?

She had accepted it.

As Y/N turned away, a single tear slipped down her cheek.

No one would ever know.

But they knew.

And for the first time, they truly felt ashamed.

Because they had once ignored her pain too.

And now, it was impossible to look away.

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