❝How old are you❞ jungkook asked. You just put two fingers infront of him. ❝2!?❞he asked with a frown. ❝T-twenty❞you said nervously after shaking your head as *NO* ❝I used to mentally laugh at your dad whenever he calls you baby..... until I meet you❞ he said with a chuckle. ❝And here you are......actually a baby❞ you heard him again. ❝D-don't call me baby.....I'm m-mature❞ you said with angry pout. He smiled at your cuteness. ❝Cupid did an amazing job......cause you are my baby......My baby wife❞ he said snuggling his face in the crook of your neck. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••• A story about a cold Mafia business man finding a cute, clumsy and sweet girl as a life partner. A story about how an arrange marriage turn into love. A story about how an innocent angel become the devils breathing and heartbeat. A story filled with cliché and cringy stuffs like poor, weak, sweet girl with cold rude heartless millionaire and of course Hot Guy. 🔞Different different warning for slightly smut and fully smut Read at your own risk⚠ 💋English is not my first language. Nor I'm an experienced writer. So please don't comment something judgemental. 💋BUT You're always welcome to provide suggestions. Please be nice to everyone, it doesn't cost anything. Cover designed by ✨its_pihu1997✨ Story concept by ✨zarabunny97✨ About plot writing, editing and story line, all the rights reserved to @swaeg001 Started: 31st December, 2020 Finished: 10th October, 2021 ✨Achievement: #1 in btsjk #1 in btsff #1 in watty #1 in agony #1 in btsboys #1 in btsarmy #1 in btsfanfic #1 in fanclub #1 in arrangedmarriage #1 in maturethemes #2 in btsscenarios #3 in jeongguk #3 in lovestory #3 in btssmut #3 in jimin #5 in taehyung #8 in Rude [✨I'm definitely happy with this✨]

Reincarnation.. A word that carries the weight of centuries - the silent truth whispered in the blood of every soul. It is the return... not by choice, but by fate's command. When one life ends, the soul does not vanish - it drifts through the abyss, carrying the scars, the sins, the love, and the wounds of a thousand yesterdays. In every lifetime, we fulfill some desires, yet others remain... aching, unfinished, echoing like a cry that cannot fade. Those incomplete longings are carved into our karma, chaining us to the wheel of time. And so, we are born again - into a new body, a new story - yet haunted by the wrath born of one-sided love's pain and searing anger, and by tragedies we could not escape. The past is never truly gone... it waits for us, just beyond the veil And I'd choose you; In a hundred lifetimes, In a hundred worlds, In any version of reality I'd find you and I'd chose you - The Chaos of Stars "Some nightmares don't end when you wake up-they follow you through lifetimes, waiting to claim you again." "The past never dies-it waits. And when the time is right, it drags you back, piece by terrifying piece."