Y/N never imagined her life would take such a cruel turn - married off overnight, not for love, but for revenge. Forced into a contract marriage with Kim Taehyung, the cold and calculating CEO of the company she just joined, her world is thrown into...
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The bathroom door shut with a thud, leaving Taehyung chuckling to himself like a madman who'd just unlocked a cheat code to his wife's blushing spells. He shook his head, muttering, "Ajeeb hai yeh ladki..." before moving towards the luggage lying open like a treasure chest.
He tugged out a pair of loose trousers and a black oversized t-shirt and began casually peeling off his rain-soaked clothes-unbothered, unaware, and absolutely clueless about the storm brewing behind that bathroom door.
Inside, poor Y/N had her hands on her head.
"Yaar! Night suit toh reh gaya bahar!" (I left my night suit outside, dammit!)
She paced inside like a caged cat, biting her lip, weighing her options. "Should I wrap myself in a towel and sneak out? No, no-what if he sees me? What if he's near the bed? What if..."
Her thoughts screeched to a halt.
She tiptoed toward the door and slowly, slowly cracked it open-just a little peek. Just a glance. No big deal. Totally innocent. Right?
WRONG. Very wrong.
Her eyes widened like saucers. There he was.
Kim. Freaking. Taehyung.
Standing with his back slightly turned, shirtless, drops of water sliding down his toned back, his abs sharp enough to slice her oxygen supply.
She didn't even blink. She didn't want to blink.
This wasn't just a moment. This was National Discovery Channel for Girls.
Her pupils scanned every inch of his frame as if trying to memorize the Holy Scriptures. And for a full five seconds, she completely forgot she was spying.
Then he turned. Straightening his shirt casually-until his eyes locked with hers.
Eye contact.
Thats. it.
Taehyung's eyes widened like he just got hit by a truck made of embarrassment. He immediately yanked his t-shirt down over his chest like a damsel in distress in a 90s Bollywood movie.
"HAWW!! BESHARAM AURAT!" he barked dramatically, one hand covering his chest, the other pointing at her like she just committed treason.
Y/N gasped like a schoolgirl caught stealing candy. "Nahi! Woh-Mera matlab-I was just-I didn't mean to-"
Red. Cheeks. Redder than tomatoes in June.
Panicking, she dove for her night suit from the luggage, clumsily grabbed it, and bolted back inside the bathroom like her life depended on it.
