𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

PART 64

"Seens is gramtically incorrect. What's the meaning of Seens Forever?"

Explanation:-

As we know, ‘Seens’ isn’t grammatically correct. That’s exactly why I chose it. I can’t own the characters, but I do own the story—and I wanted to own the name too.

‘Seens’ can be pronounced as ‘Scenes,’ where I show their lives. It can be ‘Since,’ the time their lives began as they were growing. And it can even be broken into emotions—because that’s what I want to show: every emotion.

S – Silence
TK are introverts, and their first beginning was silent.

E – Emotions
I show every shade of emotions, from love to fights.

E – Endless
Despite their fights, their love never ends.

N – Nostalgia
They were separated for seven years, yet they kept remembering each other.

S – Stories
In the end, a reality check—it’s a story.

Seens may not be correct in grammar, but today, as I write this, I gave this word a meaning. Not to the whole world, but to the world I created.

And if you truly feel the depth of this story, you’ll eventually understand the meaning of this title.
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The hum of the rotating ceiling fan filling the air, Jungkook was still shirtless, his eyes staring at his wife with admiration. Tae was looking out, the cold breezes touching her, making her hair strands to flow gently. She beamed with enthusiasm and suddenly turned, her lips curled into a wide mischievous smile but it dimmed soon, seeing his face dangerously closer to her.

She could feel his intense gaze and breathe. A wave of warmth spread over her cheeks, a deep chuckle vibrated through his throat seeing her shyness. She said, “I-I will forgive you but you have to answer my one question.”

He arched his one eyebrow up, his lips curled from one corner, his left veiny arm snaked around her bare waist and said, his voice deep and low, “As you say, Jaan.”

He pulled her closer, her forearms bumped with his bare chest, her eyes wide and heart thumping against her chest. Her face flushed red, she lowered her gaze, he leaned down and whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, “Ask Jaan.”

“What is the Hindi word for divorce?” She asked, leaning back, her eyes staring at him with curiosity. He couldn't help but chuckle, he said, his voice nonchalant, “Obviously, Talak.”

Her lips curled in a soft smile, she leaned back gently shaking her head. His eyes glistened with confusion, she said, “Talak is a Urdu word used for Divorce.”

“Then what's the Hindi word?” He asked leaning closer in curiosity. Her smile became softer, she spoke, her voice soft, almost reverent, “In our Sanatan culture, in Hindi there's no word for divorce. Because nothing called Divorce exists in our culture.”

“I never knew it.” He muttered. She chuckled and gently pulled his nose, his eyes widened in surprise. She said, pressing a tender kiss on his cheek, “Kitne pyaare ho aap.”
"How cute you are.*

She wasn't questioning, she was stating facts. Blush spread over his cheeks, he looked down with a shy chuckle, rubbing his nape, his midnight black hair falling in front of his eyes. She said smiling, “Go and wear a t-shirt or you will catch a cold.”

He shook his head and threw the towel on the nearby chair, climbed on the bed and lay down, he said, “Today I'll sleep like this.”

“Oh is it? But why?” She asked, her one eyebrow shot up. He grinned, supporting his weight on his left elbow as he leaned closer and said, “Cause maybe I wanted to feel you.”