A journey of two souls who are made for eachother.
Jeon Jungkook, A very famous young billionaire CEO of Jeon Enterprise. who don't believe in god nor rituals. but what will happen when he get arranged with an innocent girl who is very religious.
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Everyone is gather in the angan of the house having morning time with teas and homemade snacks while discussing about today's Kul Devi Pooja.
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Ladies wearing village outfit today, that beautiful yet simple skrit pairing it with matching blouse and perfectly going dupattas but covering themselves with shawls and cardigans.
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While everyone is downstairs the lazy Ceos are still sleeping. "Tae, Jennie where's your husbands huh?" Tae's grandma ask with a smile.
"They must be sleeping maa" jin say while shaking her head. It's around 8 in morning but everyone except them woke up. "Wake them so we all can go temple by 9, the time is good for Pooja" grandma say.
Tae and Jennie quickly get up from their seats to wake their husbands but before separting their path they share a glance and shook their heads.
Tae enter the room and watch the soft glow that filters in the room through curtains highlight the smooth curve of her husband's bare back.
Tae paused in the doorway, a gentle smile softening her features. He lay peacefully, not a single trace of tension lingering on his face, his breathing deep and steady.
A sense of quiet contentment washed over her. She smile gently at the sight of his sleeping figure.
The room, though cozy, held a slight chill, a contrast to the warmth radiating from the thick, handwoven blanket draped over his lower back.
She crossed the room silently, her bare feet padding softly on the cool marble floor and her anklets making soft noises yet kook didn't even stirr.
A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she observed the tempting expanse of his back, fading nail scratches make her cheek heat even under the cold temperature.
"Sleeping so soundly," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, as she reached the bedside. Her fingers, cool against the warmth of his skin, traced a delicate pattern along his spine, sending a shiver through him.
