Payal stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. She liked her boss and was drawn to his kindness, but she didn't understand these new feelings. Taehyung looked at her, trying to figure out if she was tense or if she would reject his proposal. He didn't care if she said no; he was determined to make her accept him, no matter what. The path ahead was uncertain, but darkness has a way of engulfing even the strongest wills.
Payal hesitated, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "Sir, you deserve someone perfect. You're famous worldwide, and I'm just an ordinary girl."
As Taehyung gently pressed his forehead against Payal's, their eyes locked in a deep, meaningful gaze. His words, filled with sincerity and raw emotion, flowed from his lips. "Firstly, don't call me sir," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "You are not just an ordinary girl. In you, I see my entire world. You have awakened feelings within me that no one else ever could. You are simply perfect, and all I want is you and only you." These heartfelt words echoed through the air, leaving a lingering sense of love and devotion. It was a moment that would forever be etched in their hearts.
As Taehyung took a deep breath, he mustered up the courage to get down on one knee, his heart pounding with anticipation. The words spilled out of his mouth, "Will you marry me, Payal?" Time seemed to stand still as Payal found herself stunned, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. Hesitantly, she managed to utter, "I'm not ready for marriage right now." It was a bittersweet moment, for deep down, Payal knew that her feelings for Taehyung went beyond mere attraction. She was in love, captivated by his kindness and warmth. Yet, she couldn't allow herself to accept his proposal, believing that he deserved someone even better. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over, as she struggled to navigate the overwhelming surge of emotions within her.
Taehyung's words were filled with understanding and patience as he reassured Payal, "Payal, it's okay. I'll wait for you until you're ready for marriage. But can you be my girlfriend? I promise I won't disappoint you." With a gentle smile, he took out a small box from his pocket and opened it in front of Payal, asking, "Will you be my girlfriend?" It was a heartfelt gesture, filled with hope and affection. Now the decision was in Payal's hands, as she considered the depth of her feelings and the possibilities that lay ahead.
As Payal closed her eyes, tears streamed down her face, a mixture of joy and uncertainty. She couldn't find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions within her, so instead, she let her actions speak for her. With a gentle nod of her head, she silently conveyed her acceptance of Taehyung's heartfelt proposal. It was a moment filled with raw vulnerability and hope, as they embarked on a new chapter together, their hearts intertwined in a bond of love and commitment.
As Taehyung gently placed the expensive diamond ring on Payal's hand, he couldn't help but admire how it looked. The ring's simplicity and beauty perfectly matched Payal's taste, just as he had hoped when he chose it. It was a moment filled with love and thoughtfulness.
Taehyung wants to go all out and get a big diamond ring, but he knows Payal prefers simple things. He chose a ring he knows she'll love. Sometimes, it's the thought that counts the most, right?
As Taehyung gazed into Payal's eyes, his heart pounding with anticipation, he mustered up the courage to ask, "Can I kiss you?" The air was thick with longing, as he had been harboring this desire for what felt like an eternity. Every fiber of his being yearned for that intimate connection, hoping that Payal would share in his longing.
As Payal stood there, unsure of what to do, Taehyung's voice broke the silence. "It's fine if you don't want to kiss me," he began, but before he could finish his sentence, Payal took a leap of faith. She pressed her lips against his, leaving him momentarily shocked, his eyes widening in surprise. However, as the seconds passed, Taehyung closed his eyes, surrendering to the warmth and tenderness of the kiss. Their embrace was filled with an overwhelming sense of love and affection, a silent expression of their deep connection. In that stolen moment, time seemed to stand still as their lips moved in sync, creating a beautiful symphony of emotions.
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As Shika finished her meal, Jungkook admired her from the couch, secretly taking her picture in her apron. He couldn't help but adore her, appreciating how she cooked for him, served him, and even washed the dishes. In that moment, he realized she was everything he had ever wanted - a total wife material. He had everything he could ask for, except for her. Now, he was determined to make her his. The desire to have her consumed his thoughts, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He was ready to take the next step and make her his own.
Shika looked at the clock and noticed that it was already midnight. Concerned about the delayed arrival of someone, she approached Jungkook, who seemed completely lost in his own thoughts. "Hey, Jungkook," she said, trying to get his attention. He turned to her, a bit surprised by her sudden interruption. "When will they come? It's late," she asked, her voice filled with worry.
Jungkook's eyes shifted to the clock, realizing that it was indeed midnight. He wanted to reassure Shika and ease her concerns. With a warm smile on his face, he responded, "Don't worry about your sister, Shika. I'm sure they must have something important going on. They'll definitely come soon." His comforting words seemed to have an immediate effect on Shika, as a sense of relief washed over her. She returned his smile and nodded, feeling reassured.
As Shika made her way back to her room, she decided it was time to change into something more comfortable for sleep. She slipped into her favorite pair of shorts and a cozy top, preparing to drift off into a peaceful slumber.
Shika understood Jungkook's concern for her well-being, but she couldn't help but worry about him too. She approached him with a gentle expression, her voice filled with concern. "You're getting late, Jungkook. I'll be okay being alone here. You must be tired from work. You should go home and get some rest," she suggested, genuinely worried about his well-being.
Jungkook looked at Shika, his eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and determination. He shook his head softly, a small smile playing on his lips. "I can't leave you alone, Shika. I'm okay, really. I'll stay until your sister arrives. Don't worry about me. You can go and get some sleep. I'm here," he reassured her, his voice filled with sincerity.
Shika hesitated for a moment, contemplating Jungkook's words. She didn't want to leave him all alone, knowing how bored he might feel. "No, it's fine. I'll sit with you. You'll be bored all alone," she insisted, settling herself on the couch beside him.
Jungkook gently placed his hand on top of Shika's, appreciating her concern. "I appreciate that, Shika, but you should really get some rest. You must be tired. Go, I'll leave soon. Don't worry about me," he insisted, his voice filled with warmth and gratitude.
Shika looked at Jungkook, torn between her desire to stay with him and her need for rest. After a moment of contemplation, she finally nodded, realizing that he was right. "Alright, Jungkook. I trust you. I'll go and get some sleep. But promise me you'll take care of yourself too," she said, her voice filled with genuine concern.
Jungkook smiled, his eyes reflecting gratitude and affection. "I promise, Shika. You take care too, and I'll see you in the morning," he replied, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity.
With a final smile exchanged between them, Shika made her way to her room, feeling a sense of comfort knowing that Jungkook was there, watching over her. As she settled into bed, her mind was filled with gratitude for having such a caring friend by her side.
Jungkook's gaze followed her as she made her way towards her room, her innocence radiating from her every step. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of admiration and possessiveness. The concern she had shown for his well-being had touched him deeply, making him realize just how much he needed her in his life. No one had ever cared for him in such a way before, and he found himself wanting to protect her, to make her his own.
But as his thoughts wandered to her tempting body, he couldn't help but realize that his desire went beyond mere physical attraction. There was a beauty within her, a beauty that surpassed anything he had ever seen before. He wanted to explore every inch of her, not just her physical form, but also the depths of her soul. He wanted her to be his, completely and unconditionally.
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Y/n lay on the bed, her body partially exposed, adorned with hickey marks and cuts. Some wounds marred her forearms, while others hid behind her ear. Though the cuts weren't deep, they served as a reminder of the monster who inflicted them. Y/n's heart ached as she sobbed, her tears mingling with the darkness of the room. The absence of the man who had captured her only added to the eerie atmosphere. Wrapped in a blanket, she pondered how her life had taken such a sudden and drastic turn. It was a moment of reflection, where the value of things she had once taken for granted became painfully clear.
Y/n's heart raced as she lay there, paralyzed with fear. Her body ached, and she dreaded the sound of the door opening. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately hoping that it wasn't him, praying for a miracle. But life doesn't always unfold as we wish. He stood there, facing away from her, reaching into her cupboard and pulling out a hoodie and sweatpants. They looked comfortable, but she couldn't bring herself to trust him. He spoke without turning to face her, his words carrying a mix of authority and concern. "You have ten minutes... Wear these clothes. I'll be back. If you don't wear them... well, you already know. I don't want to hurt you any further." With that, he left the room, the sound of the door locking echoing in Y/n's ears. She slowly rose from the bed, careful not to provoke his anger. Her eyes fell upon the clothes on the couch, and with a mix of trepidation and resignation, she made her way to the bathroom to change.
Y/n emerged from the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the faint glow of a lamp. She stood there, frozen in place, unsure of what to do next. And then, he spoke, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "Come here... Princess," he murmured, his eyes slowly opening. Y/n remained rooted to the spot, unable to move. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of impatience in his tone. "Do I have to pick you up?" he asked, his words laced with a mix of authority and expectation. Reluctantly, she shook her head, silently obeying his command. She made her way towards the bed, finding a small corner to sit in, creating a physical distance between them. The tension in the room was palpable, as Y/n tried to navigate her way through this unsettling encounter, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty.
Y/n's heart raced as she watched him chuckle, his eyes fixed on her. "Do you really think you can keep yourself away from me?" he taunted, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and control. "You're cute... Come here," he beckoned, patting the space beside him. Fear gripped Y/n's every fiber, leaving her paralyzed with uncertainty. She felt compelled to obey, too afraid of what might happen if she defied him. In that moment, she realized just how powerless she truly was, trapped in a web of fear and manipulation.
Y/n watched through tear-filled eyes as he opened the drawer beside the bed, retrieving a first aid kit. The pain was unbearable as he treated the cut on her neck and the wound on her forearm. She tried her best to hold back her tears, fearing his anger and the potential for more harm. However, he seemed to notice her tears as he worked, his voice softening as he spoke, "My intention was never to hurt you... I can't always control my anger, but I promise I won't hurt you again. Please don't be afraid of me." Y/n listened, her heart aching, and then a bitter smile crossed her face. "Wow... First, you hurt me, and now you're treating my wounds, claiming you won't hurt me again. What did I even do to deserve this? All I did was save you out of humanity, and this is the pain I receive in return."
"It wasn't my fault either. I never asked you to save me," he said, his voice devoid of anger as he recognized her fragile state. He knew he had to approach the conversation with care, not wanting to further frighten her. "But you see, your mistake was doing something No one had ever done to me before. And that, my dear, is where the fault lies." Y/n mustered up the courage to ask, her voice trembling, "What... did I do?"
He gently held the back of her neck, drawing her closer to his face without causing any further pain to her wounds. "I can't forget the care you showed me that day," he confessed, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. "No one, absolutely no one, has ever cooked food for me with such love and attention. And the way you treated my wounds, so gently and with such care... it's something I can't erase from my mind."
Her voice quivered with a mix of fear and compassion as she spoke, her words laced with a genuine plea. "If I've shown you such care and kindness, then why won't you let me go? Please, I'm begging you, release me from this captivity."
Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she looked into the eyes of the man who held her captive. His words hung in the air, laced with a dangerous intensity that sent chills down her spine. "No way I'm letting u go," he growled, his voice dripping with menace. He moved closer, invading her personal space, causing her to instinctively back up from her seat.
Fear and defiance mingled within her as she found her voice. "I didn't choose to cross your path," she retorted, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance. "I never asked for any of this. Please, just let me go. I don't want any part of your twisted plans."
The man's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on her arm. "You think you have a choice, Princess?" he sneered, his tone filled with contempt. "You're here because I allowed it. I spared you from the chains because I didn't want to cause you unnecessary pain. Rest and recover, but remember, there's no turning back now."
Y/n's mind raced, her heart pounding in her ears. She couldn't help but question the man's true intentions. Was there a glimmer of humanity beneath his villainous exterior? Or was it all just a facade, a cruel game he was playing with her life? As she lay there, bound by her circumstances, she realized the value of the freedom she had taken for granted.
As Y/n laid down on the bed, a few minutes passed before a maid made her presence known. "Madam, sir is calling you to the dining room for dinner," she informed Y/n. The thought of having to go and eat in front of him made her uncomfortable. Yet, knowing that she had no choice but to comply, Y/n reluctantly got up and made her way towards the dining room. The tension in the air was palpable as she braced herself for what awaited her. The scene was set for a potentially uncomfortable encounter.
Y/n stood there, mesmerized by the sheer beauty of the mansion. "Wow, this place is even more stunning than the previous one," she thought to herself. But she quickly snapped out of her admiration, realizing that she needed to focus on finding a way out. She couldn't stay here with him any longer. He had scared her, hurt her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he was a monster in human form.
Lost in her own thoughts, Y/n suddenly heard his voice break the silence. "Are you gonna stand on the stairs all day?" he said, his tone sending a chill down her spine. She flinched at the sound and reluctantly made her way to the table, keeping her distance from him. But he couldn't resist taunting her further, saying, "Come and sit beside me, or else I'll make you sit on my lap... Princess."
Her heart pounding, Y/n slowly took a seat beside him, her eyes fixed on her lap, too afraid to meet his gaze. She couldn't help but wonder how someone she had once helped could be so heartless. It was a painful realization, but she knew she had to stay strong and find a way to escape from this nightmare.
Y/n's heart skipped a beat as the bodyguard announced Bella's arrival. "Finally, some hope," Y/n whispered under her breath. She looked at Jimin, who seemed annoyed by the interruption. "Call her inside," he said with a sigh. Y/n couldn't help but feel a glimmer of relief. Maybe Bella could be the one to help her escape this terrifying situation. She silently thanked her lucky stars that she wouldn't have to endure Jimin's unsettling gaze alone anymore.
As Bella entered the room, Y/n's eyes met hers, filled with a mixture of fear and desperation. Bella's presence brought a sense of comfort, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness. Y/n's mind raced with thoughts of how she could seek assistance from Bella, someone who might understand her plight and offer a way out.
Jimin, on the other hand, seemed visibly annoyed by Bella's arrival. Y/n couldn't help but wonder why he was so bothered. Did he fear that Bella might uncover his true intentions? Or was there something else at play? Regardless, Y/n knew that she had to seize this opportunity. She had to find the courage to share her story, to seek help, and to finally break free from the clutches of the man who had captured her.
Jimin's annoyance was palpable as he retorted, "Why are you here, Bella?" His voice carried a sharp edge, betraying his frustration at her unexpected presence. But Bella, undeterred, responded with an excited smile, "Can't I come to my fiance's house?" Her words dripped with enthusiasm, as if she had just revealed a long-awaited surprise.
Y/n's eyes widened in disbelief. Jimin had a fiance? Her mind raced with questions, her thoughts tangled in a web of confusion. How could he have a fiance and yet be the one who had kidnapped me? Was there a sinister motive behind his actions? Is he going to kill me after using.
Jimin, sensing Y/n's inner turmoil, replied with a hint of rudeness in his tone, "Bella... we are not fiance." His words were curt, leaving no room for doubt. If they weren't engaged, then what was their connection?
Bella, taken aback by Jimin's response, didn't press further on the matter. Instead, she turned her attention to Y/n, her curiosity getting the better of her. "We are in the future... but who is she?" Bella's gaze shifted towards Y/n, her eyes filled with intrigue.
Jimin's heart skipped a beat as he looked at her. The weight of their shared secret hung heavily in the air, as both Y/n and Jimin wondered how their paths had crossed and what the future held for them. He said "it's not ur business"
Bella saw the marks on Y/n's neck and noticed her swollen eyes. She understood that Jimin, being involved with the mafia, had likely kidnapped Y/n for a specific reason. It could be to use her against his enemy, exploit her vulnerability, or simply to torment her. Bella knew that Y/n was in a dangerous situation.
Bella was aware that Jimin posed a serious threat to Y/n's life. She knew that he wouldn't hesitate to harm or even kill her in order to eliminate any obstacles in his path.
Bella: "Baby, I'm going to see you in the office."
Jimin (rolling his eyes) to himself: "Ugh, why is she always so provocative? She knows I have everything that girls crave for - power, money, looks."
[Jimin watches Y/n peacefully eating her food]
Jimin (thinking to himself): "Every other girl wants to be near me, seducing me. But this girl, she doesn't seem interested. She just wants to go. Why is she pushing me away? Who is she? What is she doing to me?"
[Jimin continues to observe Y/n]
Jimin (to himself): "I won't let her go. Not yet, at least. I need to find out why I'm craving her so much. Once I understand, then I'll let her go. She's not important to me."
[Jimin's thoughts linger as he keeps his gaze on Y/n.]
Jimin (thinking to himself): "I've always believed that as a member of the mafia, I can't afford to have feelings or weaknesses. Love is just not in the cards for someone like me. But why is Y/n making me question everything I thought I knew? These feelings I have for her, they're breaking through those walls I've built."
Y/n's heart pounded with a mix of fear and anticipation as she finished her meal, rising from her seat with caution. Just as she began to make her way towards the stairs, a sinister voice pierced the air, sending shivers down her spine.
"Seems like you're getting bored in that room," Jimin sneered, rising from his own seat and closing in on her. His words dripped with an unsettling blend of amusement and malice. Y/n felt a wave of unease wash over her as he approached from behind, his presence suffocating.
In a chilling embrace, he wrapped his arms around her, his grip tightening possessively. His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "You can roam around this mansion, explore if you want. But remember, it's not an invitation to escape. Don't think you can outsmart me, my dear princess."
Y/n's mind raced, trapped between the desire to explore the mansion's secrets and the haunting realization that freedom was merely an illusion. Every step she took within those walls would be shadowed by Jimin's watchful eyes, a constant reminder of the darkness that surrounded her.
Y/n's voice trembled with a mixture of resignation and fear as she softly replied, "Okay." She knew that fighting back would only lead to more trouble, so she held back her tears, choosing to endure in silence. Jimin released his grip on her waist and turned her around, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before leaving her there, alone with her thoughts.
Y/n looked around and thought to herself, "Everything here is so beautiful, except for Jimin's heart." She couldn't help but notice the contrast between the stunning garden room and the darkness she sensed within him. It made her realize that appearances can be deceiving and that sometimes, the most beautiful things can hide the ugliest secrets.
Y/n's eyes scanned the area, taking note of the presence of bodyguards. The realization that she needed a well-thought-out plan to escape weighed heavily on her mind. As she made her way towards her room, her thoughts raced, trying to piece together a strategy that would allow her to break free from this confinement.
As she was just on the way back to her room she saw and old looking door Y/n's curiosity got the better of her as she approached the dark, old-looking door. Despite a nagging feeling telling her not to proceed, her stubbornness pushed her forward. She couldn't resist the allure of uncovering the secrets that lay behind that mysterious door.
And she opened the door the things she saw in that room left her in utter shock .
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