(The first chapter is all about how it started there is no phuwin scene hare it is like a plot if you want you can Skip it)
The gentle morning sun filtered through the sheer silk curtains of the provincial estate, casting a warm golden glow across the polished teakwood desk. Pond sat in a plush leather armchair opposite his father, holding a warm porcelain cup of jasmine tea between both hands, listening intently. Outside, the quiet rustle of garden leaves and the distant chirping of birds filled the serene air-a peaceful world Pond had known his entire life.
"You worry too much, Pond," his father said with a gentle laugh, setting down his fountain pen and leaning back. His eyes crinkled warmly at the corners as he looked at his son. "The regional accounts are in excellent shape. You've grasped the business dynamics faster than anyone I've ever trained."
"I just want to ensure every financial audit is flawless before the quarterly review, Dad," Pond replied softly, offering a quiet, endearing smile that lit up his features. "You built this firm from the ground up with your own sweat and integrity. I refuse to let you down."
"You could never let me down, my boy," his father insisted firmly, his tone softening into profound affection. He reached across the desk, patting Pond's hand reassuringly. "Listen to me. Business is important, but family, peace of mind, and your happiness come above all else. In fact... I've been meaning to talk to you about something long-term."
Pond tilted his head, his big, expressive brown eyes blinking with innocent curiosity. "About what, Dad?"
"An old pact," his father explained, a reflective, nostalgic look washing over his features. "Years ago, when your mother and I were first establishing our provincial roots, my former business partner in the capital and I made a solemn promise. If anything were ever to happen, or when the timing felt right, our families would permanently unite-not just through a corporate merger, but through an arranged marriage between you and his eldest son, Phuwin. He's a senior airline pilot now, flying international long-haul routes."
Pond's cheeks flushed a soft pink at the sudden mention of a betrothal. "Dad... an airline captain? We've never even met. I don't know anything about him."
"I know, son," his father chuckled softly, giving his hand one last reassuring squeeze. "And there's no rush at all. It was meant as a safeguard-a promise to ensure that no matter what twists life takes, you will always have an unwavering, strong pillar of support in this world. You'll meet him when the time is right."
Pond nodded quietly, trusting his father's wisdom without a shadow of a doubt. In his quiet, protected life surrounded by loving parents, the distant capital city and an unknown fiancé felt like a far-off, hypothetical story.
Three days later, that idyllic world shattered beyond repair.
It happened on a stormy, rain-drenched evening along the winding provincial highway. A slick patch of asphalt, a sudden loss of traction, and a violent collision took both of Pond's parents away in a single, devastating instant.
Pond was left completely alone, drowning in an ocean of sudden grief. But before he could even process the crushing weight of his heartbreak, the ruthless corporate machinery of the capital roared to life.
Phuwin's father arrived at the provincial estate within forty-eight hours, accompanied by a fleet of gleaming black sedans and a team of corporate lawyers. Citing the old partnership agreement and the newly executed legal contracts, he didn't give the grieving young man a single moment to mourn or catch his breath. Exercising official guardianship, Phuwin's father aggressively uprooted Pond from his quiet hometown, stripping him of his familiar surroundings and bringing him forcefully to the concrete jungle of the capital city.
Pond was thrust directly into a grand executive office in the heart of the central business district. He was tasked with running his late father's regional accounts, which had now been subsumed into the massive city conglomerate. He didn't know the city, he didn't know the icy board members who whispered behind his back, and he certainly didn't know how to survive the overwhelming isolation.
Weeks blurred together in a haze of endless, grueling work and silent tears wept behind locked doors.
It was now nine-fifteen on a dreary Thursday night. The vast executive floor of the firm was completely dark and deserted, save for the solitary amber glow radiating from the corner office.
Pond sat behind a massive mahogany desk that completely eclipsed his slender frame. His suit blazer was tossed onto the leather sofa, his silk tie was loosened, and his soft hair was sticking up in messy, adorable tufts. He looked like an utterly exhausted koala clinging desperately to a tree branch-curled in on himself, rubbing his bloodshot eyes with the back of his oversized sleeves as he stared blankly at towers of financial ledgers and spreadsheet columns.
Running on barely two hours of sleep, carrying the immense weight of his late parents' legacy entirely on his frail shoulders, he refused to let the cold city see him break down.
He let out a raspy, shuddering sigh, his big brown eyes blinking heavily at the glowing screen. "Just... three more quarterly audits..." he whispered into the empty, quiet room, his soft voice trembling with sheer, bone-deep fatigue.
Outside in the dim, carpeted hallway, the quiet background hum of the building was broken by the sound of firm, rhythmic footsteps approaching the door. Heavy, commanding, and deliberate steps belonging to a tall senior captain in a white pilot's uniform who had just landed from London-a man who had no idea that the "unwanted corporate obligation" his father forced upon him was sitting just inside that lit room, looking like a helpless, sleepy koala.
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