Chapter 1: (Aaira's pov)

It was supposed to be the best day of my life, but guess what? Where do I even start? Maybe it’s better if I save that for later.

I’m Aaira Stark, daughter of Robert Stark, one of the wealthiest CEOs in New York, perhaps even in all of America. My life has always been cushioned, surrounded by luxury and protection, all in the name of keeping me safe. My father made sure that even the unworthy wouldn’t get a glimpse of me.

I’m not from a royal family, but sometimes it feels that way. I’m 22 years old, and I’ve been loved and cherished like no other. Being an only child has made me the center of my parents’ world. They adore me, and I’ve never wanted for anything. Whatever I desired was placed right in front of me within 24 hours. Spoiled? Perhaps, but I never had a reason to complain.

Disappointment has never been a part of my story. My father, especially, couldn’t bear to see me shed a single tear. My life was perfect, or so I thought. I was fortunate enough to study at Oxford University, where I met him for the first time. The love of my life.

It was during a university competition that I first saw him. At the time, I tried to suppress my feelings, brushing them off as unimportant. I focused on other things, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered every time I glanced at him.

Shortly after, my father moved us to Korea for a new business venture. It wasn’t an easy transition, but we eventually settled in, and I enrolled at Seoul National University. That’s where our paths crossed again.

I also have a childhood best friend, Kim Seokjin. We’ve known each other since I was two years old. He was our neighbor in New York, and when my father decided to move to Korea, Seokjin and his family followed. Being Korean, he’d always planned to return eventually, but he first stayed in New York for his education and to take over his father’s business.

Seokjin is more than a friend, he’s like a shield, always there to protect me. My father trusts him with my life, and so do I. He’s the one constant in my life, my confidant, my safe haven. I love Seokjin dearly, and I know he feels the same about me.

But then, there’s Park Jimin. He’s the love of my life, yet he’s cold and distant. He doesn’t talk to me much, and when he does, it’s often with irritation or indifference. Let me tell you about him, Jimin, a little more. He’s captivating in every sense of the word.

His personality, his aura, everything about him draws me in. He’s reserved, doesn’t talk much, and has this mysterious air about him. I fell for him the very first day I saw him. He’s kind and caring in his own way, especially when it comes to his family. His love for his younger brother melts my heart.

Yet, he keeps me at a distance, leaving me longing for more. I understand that he prefers to keep to himself, but it hurts. I don’t think he likes me, and why would he? After all, he’s my ex-boyfriend. Yes, my ex-boyfriend. We were together once, but it ended before it could truly begin.

He never told me why. The only thing he said was, “I can’t, sorry.” And just like that, he walked away. I cried that night like I had never cried before. It felt as though my world had shattered into a million pieces.

He never smiled at me, not once. Sometimes, I wonder what his smile would look like. How would it feel if I were the reason for it? If I could make him happy, even for a moment, would things be different? I don’t know. He never opens up, never lets me in. And yet, here I am, still hopelessly in love with him.

***

Back to the present, It’s supposed to be the best day of my life. I’ve been waiting years for this moment, my wedding day. Here I am, standing by the window, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as I gaze outside. Today, I’m marrying Jimin. Yes, him. The man I’ve loved with all my heart.

The soft glow of the morning sun streams through the curtains, filling the room with warmth. Around me, my maids bustle about, making sure every detail of my wedding look is perfect. My dress, a breathtaking masterpiece of delicate lace and intricate beadwork, lies across the bed. It’s not just a dress; it’s a symbol of love, a promise, and a new beginning.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as the stylists work their magic. My hair is styled elegantly, and the makeup enhances my natural glow, making me feel radiant. The excitement in me builds as I take in the sparkling jewelry laid out on the table: the earrings, necklace, and tiara, each piece gleaming with elegance.

Next to them sits my bouquet,an arrangement of my favorite flowers, each bloom chosen to symbolize love and happiness. The room is filled with laughter and chatter as my closest friends, Scarlet and Eerah, tease me relentlessly.

Scarlet: Come on, bridey!

Eerah: So, who's the most excited today?

I feel my cheeks flush and look down, unable to hide my smile.

Scarlet: Oh my God, Aaira Stark, you’re blushing like a tomato!

Aaira: Shut up, both of you!

Before I can retaliate, my mom steps in to defend me.

Mumma: Now, now, don’t tease my daughter like that.

I throw my arms around her dramatically.

Aaira: Mumma-ah!

Scarlet: Oh, hello, Mumma’s princess! Don’t you dare cry, or Jimin might refuse to marry you.

Aaira: Shut up!

I pout as they laugh again.

Eerah: Auntie, let us stay with Aaira for a bit longer. We’ll make sure she doesn’t whine too much.

Aaira: Mumma, don’t leave me alone with them!

Scarlet & Eerah: Mumma, yessss!

They said in unison. My mom laughs as she leaves, and the teasing begins again.

Scarlet: So, what are you going to do tonight?

Eerah: How long will you even sleep, Aaira?

Their questions make me groan.

Aaira: Stop it, you guys!

Finally, they shift their focus and help me into my wedding dress. It’s a magical moment, captured by the photographers who document every smile and thoughtful pause. As I stand before the mirror, dressed as a bride, it hits me: today is the day. I’m marrying Jimin.

Before I can dwell on my thoughts, Scarlet and Eerah step out, leaving me to gather myself. I hear a knock, and in walks my best friend, Seokjin.

His arms are open wide, his eyes glistening with tears. I run into his embrace, and as we hug, I feel his tears soak into my shoulder.

Aaira: Aw, someone’s crying!

He hums in response, pouting like a child.

Aaira: Don’t be pouty! He’s your brother, after all.

Seokjin: I know.

He said with a dramatic roll of his eyes.

Aaira: You’ll be there, Jin.

Seokjin: Hm. But you won’t be mine anymore.

Aaira: I’ll always be your best friend.

Seokjin turns me toward the mirror, smiling through his tears.

Seokjin: You’re stunning, Aaira. A complete work of art.

I can’t help but tear up as well. Seokjin wipes my tears, but they keep falling.

Aaira: If you keep crying, I’ll cry too. Do you want to ruin my makeup?

Seokjin: I wish I could.

He says with a sad smile, the pain in his eyes unmissable.

Aaira: Yah, do you really wish to stop this wedding?

Seokjin: I do.

He whispers.

Seokjin: You’re marrying someone who doesn’t deserve you.

His words leave me speechless. I try to lighten the mood by taking selfies with him, capturing our bittersweet emotions.

Aaira: Say cheese!

Seokjin: I don’t want to.

Finally, Seokjin steps back, ready to leave.

Aaira: Wait, Jin! Is Jimin already outside?

Seokjin: Hm.

He nods, his smile faltering.

Aaira: Does he look handsome?

Jin doesn’t answer, tears slipping from his eyes as he walks out. I feel a pang in my heart but push it aside. There’s no time for doubt now. Moments later, my father enters. His strong, reassuring presence fills the room. He kisses my forehead, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Dadda: Good morning, my daughter.

Aaira: Good morning, Dadda.

Dadda: Are you ready for this?

I nod, my voice steady.

Aaira: Yes, Dadda.

As I step out of the room, holding my father’s arm, the world seems to pause. The mansion feels alive, every corner whispering the start of a new chapter. Today, I marry Jimin. Today, everything chances.

***

With each step down the grand staircase, the air seems to hum with anticipation, carrying the gentle melody of a song that weaves through the space. The notes twirl around me, mingling with my own nervous excitement.

As I make my way down, the elegant halls of the mansion stretch out before me, a beautiful canvas of floral arrangements and delicate decor. The fragrance of fresh blossoms envelops me, adding an ethereal quality to the atmosphere. It's as though the very walls are whispering tales of love and celebration, casting a spell that heightens the enchantment of the day.

However, as I look around at all the people gathered here, a subtle tension seems to linger just beneath the surface of my excitement. A twist of nerves forms in my stomach when I spot Jimin among the crowd. He stands there amidst the festivities, but his gaze is distant, focused on something far away. It's almost as if an invisible barrier has sprung up between us, making me feel strangely alone in the midst of our gathering.

Jimin's eyes, which are usually warm and full of familiarity, are now avoiding mine. There's an absence of that usual connection that we share. Instead, I see a hint of puffiness around his eyes, a sign that he might have been crying. The spark that usually lights up his gaze seems to have dimmed, replaced by an unspoken weight that hangs in the air around him.

This unease that surrounds him seeps into my own emotions, and I can't seem to shake off the sense of discomfort in my chest. It's like a cloud of uncertainty that casts a shadow over what should be the happiest day of my life.

My father, noticing my unease, gives my hand a reassuring squeeze before guiding me towards the altar. The guests, a blend of our families and close friends, watch with bated breath, waiting for the vows that will bind us together.

Jimin stands before me, clad in a perfectly tailored suit, his stance rigid. His clenched jaw betrays his inner turmoil, and it's evident that he's not happy about this union. I feel a knot forming in my stomach, questioning why he agreed to this marriage if he's so against it.

As the officiant's voice fills the air, the ceremony begins, and the air around us seems to shimmer with nervous excitement. Our eyes meet briefly, and in that quick glance, the shared unease between us is unmistakable. The time comes for us to say our vows, to promise each other the love and devotion that should be present on such a day.

But as all eyes turn towards us, there's a heavy silence where Jimin's voice should be. His eyes, once so full of emotions, and the ache in my chest deepens. Summoning my courage, my voice trembles slightly but I tried speaking, as I start my vows.

Aaira: Jimin, on this day, A new journey awaits us, one I've always imagined adorned with the colors of our dreams and the melody of laughter. Our path has twisted unexpectedly, but let it be clear: my devotion to you is unwavering.

He's not looking in my eyes, he's avoiding eye Contact.

Aaira: I stand here, before you and everyone we hold dear, to make a promise that's etched in the very core of my being. I promise to be by your side through every tempestuous trial, holding your hand and finding strength in unity. Those moments of pure joy that comes in our lives, I'll treasure them like precious gems, keeping them close to my heart.

Everyone Clapped but I was busy giving my speech, I was trying catch the look in his eyes, but i couldn't, he didn't spare a glance at me, he was looking at everything but me.

Aaira: Life, my love, has an uncanny way of presenting us with challenges. And today, I stand here to pledge that I'll embrace these trials, not as obstacles, but as stepping stones toward growth and understanding. I'll be the shelter when the rain pours, the light when darkness beckons, and the unwavering support that steadies you.

He clenched his fist, slowly tilting his head towards a side, then again he focused himself on the floor, not even dating to look at me.

Aaira: I dream of a day when the warmth returns to your eyes, a day when the unspoken words are whispered in the language of glances exchanged. I yearn for that moment when we stand side by side, not just as individuals, hand in hand, heart to heart. So, Jimin, as we step onto this path together, let it be known that my heart beats in rhythm with yours, that my hopes are entwined with yours, and that my love is yours, today and always.

My words hang in the air, but when I turn to Jimin, there's only silence. His silence is like a heavy wall that refuses to budge, and it adds to the ache within me. I wish for a sign that he's willing to meet me halfway, to communicate, but the divide remains.

As the officiant guides us through the rest of the ceremony, I'm left trying to understand our unsaid words. The claps from our guests echo around us, but the tension in the air is thicker. I long for a chance to heal whatever has caused this divide, to find a way to close the gap between us Before it gets too hard to handle.

Summoning courage, I step closer to him, my voice soft more like a wishper.

Aaira: Jimin, I tried my best to talk to you but you neither pick any call nor open my messages, I promise to cherish you, support you, and always to understand you, even when words fail us. Just share it with me once.

As I speak, Jimin's eyes flicker towards me for a moment before returning to the ground. It's as if he's battling his own emotions, caught between his feelings and his reservations.

The officiant turns to Jimin, waiting for his response. His silence stretches, the tension in the room palpable. Then, finally, in a voice that's laced with both vulnerability and reluctance, he begins.

Jimin: Aaira, I... I'm not one for words, but I understand the weight of this commitment. I'll do my best to be there for you, even when it's difficult. I can't promise smiles and laughter all the time, but I promise I'll be honest with you.

His words are raw, and I can sense the struggle he's facing. It's not the romantic declaration I'd hoped for, but it's a step forward, a glimpse into his conflicted heart. As the officiant guides us through the rest of the ceremony, his words keep lingering in my ears.

At last, we're pronounced husband and wife. The room erupts in cheers and applause, yet amidst the celebrations, I feel a mix of emotions.

Jimin avoids my eyes even during the congratulations, leaving me standing like a dumb. As the evening progresses, his absence from my side remains conspicuous. I'm surrounded by well-wishers and friends, yet I feel alone. While everyone else was busy talking to each other, Seokjin made his way towards me.

Seokjin: Congratulations, Mrs. Park Aaira.

Eerah: What a coincidence, Stark to Park Aaira.

Aaira: Shut up, Eerah.

Seokjin: I guess I'll go now.

He said with a sad smile.

Aaira: No way in hell you're leaving like that, Seokjin. You're not going anywhere before this ceremony ends.

Seokjin: I'm going to eat, pabo.

Aaira: Oh, well then, it's fine.

Scarlet: Hm, Mrs. Bridie, how are you feeling now?

Aaira: Okay, okay.

Eerah: Hmm.

I glanced at the corner where Jimin was arguing with Taehyung over something. Of all days, why did he choose now to argue? Did he really not want this marriage? I think I need to talk to him.

When the festivities finally wind down and we're alone together, Jimin's distant behavior becomes even more apparent. I can't bear the distance between us any longer. Gathering my courage, I approach him.

Aaira: Jimin, can we talk?

I asked softly, my heart was pounding. He hesitates for a moment, then nods, his expression guarded. We find a quiet corner, away from prying eyes.

Aaira: Jimin, I know you're not happy about this marriage.

I start, my voice gentle. His gaze remains fixed on the ground, his silence confirming what I feared.

Aaira: I wish I could understand why. I thought we shared something, something that made us close. I never wanted us to be in this position, not if it's making you unhappy.

He finally looked up, his eyes meeting mine. I see a mix of emotions, frustration, regret, and a hint of vulnerability.

Jimin: I can't say I don't care about you, Aaira.

He admitted, his voice was softer than before.

Jimin: But there are things... things from the past that I haven’t been able to let go of.

My heart clenches at his words. There's pain in his eyes.

Aaira: Jimin, I want to understand.

He looks at me, really looks at me, for the first time since the ceremony. In that moment, I see a glimmer of the Jimin I fell for, the one I always adored, with his siren eyes. He takes a deep breath, his resolve strengthening.

Jimin: Aaira, I think this isn't the right time to talk about this. We should go back to the ceremony.

Aaira: Um... Jimin...

Jimin: I SAID GO.

He shouts suddenly, making me flinch. I walk away, tears blurring my vision as I head outside. Why is he being so rude?

His words kept echoing in my head. Why the hell is he being so rude? I was calm. After everything I’ve done, I really tried my best to understand if he was okay with this marriage or not, but he’s the one who kept pushing me away. That shit hurts, but I said nothing.

I stand among the crowd, far from him, but my eyes are still locked on him. He’s still angry, continuously arguing with Taehyung over something. What’s up with the men? Suddenly, Jungkook creeps in, probably trying to convince both of them. He points toward me, and they all shift their gaze in my direction.

I try my best to look away before they notice me, but I fail. Jimin clenches his jaw, his eyes fiery. To my luck, Seokjin is standing not far from Jimin, so I quickly shift my gaze to him and smile. From the corner of my eye, I can see Jimin rolling his eyes at me before he continues arguing. What’s up with him?

As the argument between Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook continued, I saw Jimin's mother, Junghwa, step in. She was elegance personified, her presence commanding without needing to raise her voice. The tension in the air seemed to dissipate the moment she approached.

Junghwa: Enough.

She said firmly, her gaze moving between the three of them. Taehyung sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair, while Jungkook stepped back, looking sheepish. Jimin, however, clenched his jaw, his frustration still evident, but he didn’t argue further. Junghwa turned to Jimin, her expression softening.

Junghwa: Jimin, it’s your wedding day. Leave these arguments for another time.

He sighed, glancing at me briefly, then nodded. Without a word, he walked away from the group and toward me. My heart raced as he approached, though I couldn’t tell if it was out of excitement or unease. His expression was unreadable, his jaw still set tightly. When he reached me, he paused for a moment before speaking.

Jimin: The ceremony’s about to continue.

He said flatly. There was no warmth, no emotion, just a reminder of the growing wall between us. He didn’t wait for my response, turning and walking toward the center of the gathering.

The ceremony wrapped up not long after, filled with more congratulations and well-wishes from family and friends. Yet, through it all, Jimin stayed distant, his interactions with me minimal and perfunctory. I forced myself to smile and act the part of the happy bride, but inside, my heart felt heavy.

***

As the evening faded into night, it was time for us to leave. My family, friends, and cousins gathered near the car to bid me farewell. My father’s strong demeanor cracked as he pulled me into a tight hug, tears streaming down his face.

Dadda: My little girl.

He whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Aaira: Dadda, don’t cry.

I said, though my own tears betrayed me.

Aaira: I’m not going far.

He smiled through his tears and kissed my forehead before stepping aside for my mother. She held me close, sobbing quietly into my shoulder. Scarlet and Eerah joined in, their teasing from earlier replaced with genuine sadness. Even my cousins were teary-eyed, though they tried to hide it.

And then there was Seokjin. His face was a portrait of heartbreak, his eyes red and puffy. He didn’t say much, just pulled me into a hug that spoke volumes.

Seokjin: You’ll always have me, Aaira.

He whispered. I nodded, unable to respond as fresh tears streamed down my face. Finally, Jimin appeared, walking toward the car with measured steps. His expression was blank, his eyes avoiding mine. He didn’t offer comfort or reassurance to anyone. Instead, he simply opened the car door, climbed in, and waited.

I turned to my family one last time, waving as I climbed into the car. My mother’s sobs grew louder, and I couldn’t help but shed a few more tears. As I settled into my seat, Jimin still didn’t look at me. His gaze was fixed out the window, his body language screaming indifference.

Jimin: Drive.

He said to the chauffeur, his tone clipped.

Jimin: Let’s get this over with.

I stared at him, squinting slightly. What is wrong with him? His coldness was almost unbearable. I wanted to scream, to demand an explanation, but I held my tongue. I’d already tried to talk to him earlier, and it had ended with him yelling at me. I wasn’t ready for another outburst.

The ride home was eerily silent. The only sounds were the hum of the engine and the occasional sniffle from me as I tried to hold back my tears. I glanced at Jimin a few times, hoping he’d say something, anything, but he didn’t. He didn’t even glance in my direction. His arms were crossed, his gaze fixed firmly outside the window, as if he couldn’t wait to be anywhere but here.

I turned my attention to the passing scenery, the city lights blurring through my tear-filled eyes. This wasn’t how I’d imagined my first night as a married woman. I’d dreamed of love, warmth, and shared excitement, not this suffocating silence.