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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As I mentioned in the previous chapter, this chapter will primarily contain scenes of Diya and Jungkook. As I am rewriting their journey to make it more beautiful, and memorable. So it's a request: please support this decision and read the upcoming story with an open heart.🎀✨
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Soft morning light slipped through the thin curtains, filling the quiet room with a gentle golden glow. Dust floated slowly in the air, caught in the narrow beams. The sun's warmth touched Diya's sleeping face, brushing her cheeks.
She shifted a little, her brows drawing together for a moment, and turned her face away with a quiet huff, searching for the comfort of shade as her dreams lingered.
Suddenly, someone pushed the door open and stepped into her room, only to find Diya still fast asleep. The sight visibly irritated the person.
"Diyaaa!!" she almost shouted, the sharp call slicing through the quiet and startling Diya.
"H-huh... kon hai?" Diya's voice came out shaky and sleepy, her eyes fluttering open before threatening to close again.
(H-Huh Who is it?)
"Aadhe ghante se utha rahi hu tujhe!!" the person growled, clearly annoyed.(I've been trying to wake you up for half an hour!!)
Diya blinked slowly, still struggling to pull herself out of sleep, her mind blurred as she tried to process.
"Thodi der sone do na," Diya murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.
(Let me sleep a little longer,)
Her mother paused for a brief moment, a flicker of softness crossing her expression, yet she remained firm.
"Tera interview hai na aaj" she reminded her, while folding her arms.
(You have your interview today, right)
The words struck instantly. Diya pushed herself upright. "Aree haannn" she breathed, her gaze shifting quickly to the clock mounted on the wall before returning to her mother.
(Ohh right!)
"Abhi 7 hi baje hain..." she muttered, her voice turning slightly cold.(It's only 7 o'clock...)
"Haan toh? Uthegi nahi kya? Itna late toh uthti hai... shaadi ke baad bhi late uthegi?"
(So what? Won't you get up? You already wake up so late... will you wake up late even after marriage?)
She let out an irritated hiss before getting up from the bed. Honestly, this wasn't anything new for her. Mornings like these had become a routine.
With a frustrated huff, she pushed the blanket aside and got off the bed. Walking toward the cupboard, she opened it and quickly pulled out a set of clothes, her movements hurried as if every second mattered.
