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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ANNOUNCENENT-
Hey everyone 💜 I've been closely observing your responses, and I realized that many of you aren't fully enjoying Diya and Jungkook's story the way I initially scripted it. So, I've decided to re-start their storyline with a fresh script.
That means in this part, I won't be adding any Diya-Jungkook scenes. Their journey will properly begin in the next part, where their moments will be shown in detail-actually more than others-because we'll need to continue and build their story beautifully.
I promise their arc will be worth the wait, with more depth, emotion, and charm than before.
Thank you all for your patience and constant support-it means so much to me! 🌷
Let's get started ('∀')♡ __________________________________________
Y/N sat in front of the mirror, her face still flushed a deep shade of red. The warmth hadn't left her cheeks ever since that moment. She nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then quickly hid her face in her palms.
Her voice came out in a soft murmur, muffled against her hands. "Yaar... kya soch rahe honge wo mere baare mein?" (God... what must he be thinking about me?)
Her eyes peeked out between her fingers, still wide with embarrassment. A nervous sigh left her lips. "Kya karun ab?" (What do I even do now?)
She groaned softly, rocking back a little in the chair, still covering her cheeks.
And just then-click. The soft sound of the bathroom door creaked open behind her.
She immediately stood, adjusting her dupatta out of habit, as he stepped out of the bathroom.
Loose grey t-shirt, black shorts. Hair wet. Water sliding down from the ends to his forehead - slow, glistening. He was rubbing the towel behind his neck lazily, not really trying to dry it all.
His gaze lifted - and paused.
Right there, on her. Y/N, sitting stiff like a schoolgirl caught daydreaming. Her eyes fixed on her fingers, twirling nervously like they were her only escape.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Kya hua?" (What's wrong?)
She looked up at once, startled - her eyes wide.
"Kuch nahi," she shook her head too fast. (Nothing.)
His lips curved - just slightly.
"Toh mujhe dekhkar khadi ho gayi?" (So you stood up just because you saw me?)
