In the rustic villages of Rajasthan, where ancient customs weave the fabric of daily life, Taehyung's story unfolds-a tale of courage, love, and the power to defy destiny.
At seventeen, she was thrust into an arranged marriage with Jungkook, a stric...
A box of tissues (no, not just 2-3-you'll need the whole pack)
Something sweet to comfort your soul (I recommend jalebi, for thematic trauma)
A pillow to hug when the tears betray you
And maybe... just maybe... your therapist on standby. 😭
Because this chapter is not just a chapter. It's a tear-stained wedding album. It's a soft goodbye. It's the moment where we laugh a little, cry a lot, and scream at fictional characters who feel too real.
Our little Jiminee... the girl who once hid behind Tae's pallu... is now becoming a bride. Yes, a whole Rajasthani dulhan. And trust me, even the dhol will be sobbing in this one.
So buckle up, wear your emotional seatbelt, and if you're not crying by the end-are you even part of this family?! 🤨
P.S. I want 250+ comments below. Don't play with me. Your tears deserve to be shared. Your heartbreak needs to be documented. Your sobbing emojis need to be seen.
The carved wooden door creaked open gently as Tae and Jungkook stepped inside Jiminee's room. The moment the door shut behind them, the outside noise faded - like the world had hushed for just a while, allowing only memories and the beating of three hearts to echo through the quiet.
And there she sat - on the edge of the tufted sofa, her fingers folded softly in her lap, her posture regal, and her face lit with a calm that only brides wear - the calm that hides a storm underneath.
Jiminee.
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She wasn't a little girl anymore.
Draped in a crimson lehenga heavily embroidered with golden thread and gota-patti borders, she looked every bit like a royal bride carved out of old folklore-a Rajput princess lost in her own stillness.
The red veil framed her delicate face, her kohl-lined eyes catching the soft lamp light that flickered in the room. Her lips wore a red deeper than rose, and the jewelry - oh, the jewelry - the thick emerald choker nestled at her neck, rows of gold bangles clinking softly with every movement.
And yet, there was innocence - a timid curl of smile that tried to mask the trembling of a heart not quite ready to leave the only world it ever knew.
Tae's breath caught for a moment as her eyes softened.
