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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Time passed slowly... but for Y/N, it was blissful.
Each moment felt lighter than the last-because someone named Kim Taehyung had been relentlessly trying to earn her attention ever since that temple day. Whether it was by sneaking glances, faking weather talk, or now quietly sulking when ignored, he was putting in more effort than he'd probably ever admit.
Y/N, curled in the bus seat beside him, pretended to be asleep, but the truth was-she was savoring every bit of this attention. Her lips twitched at the corners as she rubbed the underside of her nose to hide her smile. Carefully, she picked up her phone, turned the camera slightly, and secretly captured a picture of Taehyung who was currently adjusting the gajra (flower garland) he had gently tucked into her hair the other day.
He didn't even realize she was awake. She didn't realize she was falling.
Days passed like wind-fast, fleeting, but full of warmth. Between market visits, temple outings, late-night snacks, and harmless bickering, the entire group had been so wrapped up in the trip that they hardly noticed time flying.
Now, as the return journey began, the bus headed toward Udaipur, their home.
Inside the bus:
Y/N was sleeping peacefully, her head resting softly on Taehyung's shoulder. He sat still, afraid to wake her, one hand gently tucking back the loose strands of her hair that danced around her cheek. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he stared at her, lost in a moment he never wanted to end.
Meanwhile, two other chaotic humans were anything but peaceful.
Aditri, sitting beside Yashveen, turned to him mid-conversation and asked with a sparkle in her eye, "Kabhi yellow wali chips ko sauce ke sath try kiya hai?" (Have you ever tried those yellow chips with sauce?)
Yashveen turned to her with a horrified expression, eyebrows raised, as if she'd just asked him to commit a sin. "Ew, nahi!" he said, almost disgusted, "tum pagal ho kya?" (Ew, no! Are you crazy or what?)
Aditri dramatically widened her eyes and placed a hand on her chest. "Hey bhagwaan! Fir zindagi mein try hi kya kiya haii??" (Oh God! Then what have you even tried in life??)
Before he could roll his eyes or argue, Aditri, the absolute menace she was, pulled out a small packet of chips and a sachet of red sauce from her bag like a magician revealing a secret trick.
"Is baar nahi bachne dungi bacchu!" she declared, already squeezing the sauce over the chips.
