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NEXT DAY
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YN'S House

YN's dad: No...I had told you before to stay with us. But you never listened now you will listen to us only!

(YN's dad said sternly to muskan...she doesn't have mom dad they expired few years ago)

YN's mom: Look at you what you done to yourself... (she said nothing just clinching blanket) beta... aren't you think us your family?

Muskan look her face eyes filled with shade of water.  The silence in the room is interrupted by the sound of her voice, barely above a whisper.

Muskan: "I do...I do consider you as my family. but...I can't be weight on your shoulder"

YN's Mom: (heart aches) You're not a burden, beta. That's not how family works. We're here to support each other, through thick and thin.

-★-

(You come in living room smile at them)

YN: Um...I have settled your luggages in room if you—

Zoe: Wait a second how dare you to touch my bag?!

Zoe's sudden outburst catches you off guard. You look at her, surprised.

YN: I was just trying to help. I didn't mean to—

Zoe: I don't need your help. You have no right to go through my things.

Hobi: Zoe! (glare shuts Zoe up, but her irritation is still evident in her eyes. He turns to you) Ignore her. You were just trying to help. Thank you, YN. (Smile)

YN: (she nods looking down) um...it in first room at right... (Muttered)

Hobi: (senses your discomfort and tries to soothe You) Thanks, YN. We appreciate it.

The others express their thanks as well, their voices a mix of genuine gratitude and a hint of unease, especially for Zoe who still seems ticked off.

Tae: And where is my room, syrup laddu?
(RM and Sofia chuckle lightly)

RM: it's rasgulla for God sake!

Tae: shut up it's syrup laddu for me...

J-Hope: Tae, you’re so extra. It's not syrup laddu, it's rasgulla. You need to get it right.

Tae pouts jokingly, not wanting to admit that he’s wrong. He is that stubborn bachaa of every family.

Tae: Fine, call it rasgulla, if you want. But in my heart, it will always be syrup laddu.

YN: (silently) It's... upstairs wait I will show you...come Sofia di, RM...  (You showed them their room as they tell you to not mind Zoe words she's always this bitter with everyone)

Sofia: Don't mind Zoe, YN. She’s like that with everyone, don’t take it personally.

RM: Yeah, she’s just cranky and doesn’t know how to keep her opinions to herself.

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MOMENT LATER
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Badi ma: So you want me to change room just because your in laws can stay in royal while I'm in room with no door?!

YN shakes her head, feeling guilty for making this request of her.

YN: No, it's not like that, badi-maa. I just thought....it would be more convenient for my....in-laws if you could...move rooms.

Badi maa: Con-ve-nie-ent?! What about my convenience? I don't want to move rooms.

YN: .... they are couples and that room....has no door... that why I—

Badi maa rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed by your reasoning.

Badi maa: And? So what if they’re couples? I don’t care. They can manage. And doors can be installed, no? I’m not moving.

You looks her cold face before leaving , After you finish cleaning the room, you step back and take a look around. The room has everything needed, but without a door, it feels incomplete. you know there's no point arguing further.

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Jin: Are you sure it's okay for us to take this room? It seems like it's your room.

YN: You are....my future Jeth ji too... (Chuckle lightly)

Lusy: And me your future bhabhi, right?

YN: Yea.. (nods with smile) so..um just use it as yours.... (Smile)

-★-

You put your dresses away in the wardrobe, letting out a soft sigh as Jungkook wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder, his breath warm on your skin.

Jungkook: You're doing too much, Misthi.

YN: (shakes head) It's not much...

Jungkook: Yes, it is. You're always pushing yourself too hard. I can tell when you're tired.

YN: I'm just not used to it...

He gently turns you to face him, his hands on your shoulders.

Jungkook: Exactly. You're not used to it, and that's why you're wearing yourself out. You need to take a break.

YN: I know I can be lazy sometimes, but I feel responsible for taking care of my in-laws. If not, I'd just stay in bed all day.

Jungkook: (chuckles) I know you’re not always lazy, but that doesn’t mean you should overwork yourself. You matter too. (He touches your cheek gently.)

YN: I know... Rana ji! Now you rest, you must be tired.

Jungkook smiles at the endearment, even though it's not his name, and nods.

Jungkook: Okay, Misthi. I guess I could use a break. (He pats the space beside him on the bed.)

You sit next to him, and he pulls you into a hug. He can tell you're holding something back.

Jungkook: You know you can talk to me, right? If something’s bothering you, you can tell me.

YN: (shakes head) It's nothing... just... maybe I’m tired from the trip.

Jungkook: (gently) Misthi, I know you're not telling me everything. You can't hide it from me.

YN: (looks down, fisting her kurti) It's just... our house is small... I’m sorry.

Jungkook’s heart tightens at your words. He lifts your chin so you meet his eyes.

Jungkook: Don’t apologize, Misthi. Your house doesn’t matter to me. I love you for who you are, not what you have. You’re more than enough for me.

Seeing the tears in your eyes, he wipes them away with his thumbs.

Jungkook: Shh... don’t cry. You have no reason to. I’m here, and I love you.

YN: I... love you too...

Jungkook: And that’s all that matters. Nothing else.

He pulls you close, hugging you tightly.

Jungkook: Your heart is bigger than any palace. The food here is better than any restaurant. What more do we need? Don’t doubt your worth. You’re everything to me, always. No matter where we live or what we have, you’re my greatest treasure.

He smiles gently, hoping his words comfort you.

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Taehyung walked down the hallway, stretching, when he saw a girl talking to YN's aunty, Shanti. As soon as she noticed him, she smiled.

Shanti: "Oh, Taehyung, you're up!" (Smiling)

Taehyung: (Chuckling) "It’s Taehyung, not 'Teahong'." (She blushed and quickly went to the kitchen.) Taehyung turned to the girl who had been silently laughing at his name, feeling something stir as he noticed her attractive face.

Taehyung: "So funny, huh?" (Crossing his arms and stepping toward her)

Shivangi: (Eyes widening, trying to hold back a laugh) "Isn’t it? 'Thorn'…" (Chuckles)

Taehyung walked closer, arms still crossed, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement.

Taehyung: "Yeah, real mature. Making fun of my name."

Shivangi: "Sorry, but what kind of name is that? 'T-Horn'?" (Chuckles lightly)

Taehyung: (Rolls his eyes) "It’s Taehyung, not 'Thorn.' It’s a fine name where I’m from. Got a problem with it?"

Shivangi: (Grinning) "Oh, Taehyun might be better. Maybe you drank a lot of tea as a kid, that’s why they called you 'Tea'…"

Taehyung blinked, unsure how to react to her strange remark.

Taehyung: "What? My parents didn’t name me 'Tea' because of some tea addiction! You’ve got a wild imagination."

Shivangi: "Kidding, kidding!" (Lightly taps his arm)

Taehyung: "Right. Are you always like this, making weird jokes?"

Shivangi: "Life’s too short to be serious all the time!"

Taehyung: (Chuckles) "I get it. Just don’t make fun of 'Taehyung' again."

YN’s Badi Maa: (From upstairs, in Bundeli)  oh modi... ute ka kar rahi h... mehndi lagvave bulai thi ya baatein chatkave?

[ "What are you doing there? I asked you to do mehndi or just talk?"]

Taehyung looked up at YN's Badi Maa scolding Shivangi in her native language.

Taehyung: (To Shivangi) "What’s she saying? Is she scolding you?"

Shivangi: (Muttering) "Oh, she’s complaining about me again… (Whispering) She’s fifty-one but still acts like she’s twenty-five. I’ll catch you later!"

Taehyung: (Chuckles) "Good luck with becoming twenty-five at fifty-one!" (Winks playfully) "See you around, Miss Cheeky."

As he walked away, Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh, thinking that their encounter was one of the most unexpected and amusing moments of his stay.

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AT NIGHT
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Jimin happens to stop by the corridor, noticing Muskan standing there covered in a shawl. Her gaze is unfocused, seemingly staring into nothing. He observes her stance, leaning on a pillar while looking out into a small garden in front of her.

Curiosity and concern fill, He quietly approaches, his footsteps barely making a sound. He stands beside her, keeping a respectable distance, trying to get a better look at her face.

Jimin: Hey. How are you feeling? (He continues to observe her expression, trying to gauge her emotional state.)

Muskan: (snapped and looks him) fine...I'm fine... (Whisper)

Jimin: Every fine is not always fine...you had your medicine? (She just nod)

There's a moment of silence as he stands there, still observing her. His voice remains soft as he speaks again.

Jimin: You know, bottling things up isn't good for your health.

Muskan: (she looks him their eyes meet) I know what is better for me...

YN: muskan!

Jimin watches as the moment between them is interrupted by YN's voice calling out to Muskan. She turns away, walking slowly towards the terrace hall where YN is waiting. Just before she leaves, she glances back at Jimin, their eyes meeting once more. Jimin stands there, contemplating the brief interaction. He senses the pain and turmoil swirling inside her.

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