Asma's P.O.V

Getting dressed after coming fresh out of the shower really helped me to regain all the energy back. My mother enters the room just when I was blow-drying my hair. Continuing doing my thing, I ask while looking at her through the mirror, "Will you like ....at least knock?"

"Hmm." That's all she replies while her wondering around my room, and it squints  when her eyes fell on the unfolded blanket and other clothes lying on the bed. "This girl is so useless and irresponsible. Ya Allah."

"Chill. I will arrange it."

"When? After my death."

I stopped doing my hair and look at her with straight face. "Why are you mentioning death? You're so ridiculous."

"Me and ridiculous?! Did you make the mutton curry blue I ordered you to."

"No."

Why? Learn to make to make few dish items. You're a Bengali for. It's a rule to know the basics." She facepalms herself few times, “Ya Allah, Ipity her in-laws and husband."

"Yeah husband." I state blankly, and do my hair. I wishper. "What a luck I have."

Now my mother looks genuinly concerned. "Why? Is there's something wrong with him."

"Not really."

"If you don't want him or this wedding. I will have no problem to cancel it if you have second thoughts on this."

"Nah. He is fine. I'm just tired. Didn't have proper sleep last night."

"It's because you're always on the damn phone."

I just roll my eyes, and simply say nothing to her remarks. "Ammu, I'm going out." I say as soon as I take my phone and my bag.

"What?! Where?!

I shrug my shoulders, and take my car keys in my hand, while my mother's eyes are wondering around my face and body, searching for something to complain. "Why is your hair like that? You didn't put the coconut oil I brought for you?"

"I did, and washed it off later...the oil smells so bad."

"Why did you—

"Ammu, your face is glowing, and you look younger too."

A really huge smile appears on her face, and she touched her face. "Really?" She happily giggles, “I did use the special cream that your Auntie sent from India."

I was faking my enthusiasm, "Accha. Really? So cool. No wonder you look so young these days." She was placing her palm on top of cheeks, while erupting laughter. "Even your dad is saying the same thing."

"Whatever. I don't care."
I quickly took my keys and purse, and ran away from the room.

"Wait! Wait! Asma!"

———

Thought I will find do something productive when I will go out, but instead I am just sitting on a park bench with an ice-cream cup.

"Oh look who's here." I look up, and see a man with a huge bucket hat, and I can't recognise the face at all.

I reply, "I'm sorry, but who are you?"

The man removes his bucket hat, the face more clearly, and it was one of Taehyung's friends. I do remember his face but I don't remember any one of their faces. "So are you umm.....Jimin?"

The man chuckles lightly, "Nah. I am not that idiot. I am Jung Hoseok. Unlike him, I am a nice guy. Nice to meet you." He puts his hands forward for handshake.

I cringe when I hear "nice guy"  but still flash a small smile and return the handshake. "Well nice guy....” Raising my fingers and air-quoting the last two words, “... what a coincidence, we meet again."

He smiles widely, "Yes!! I know right. Is it coincidence or is it fate?" He makes a smirking face, and wiggles his eyebrows.

I snort, “The hell dude? It's not like we won't ever cross paths, since you're you know...his friend."

"Who 'HIS'?" Hoseok is purposely acting clueless. "I don't anyone name 'HIS'? "

I glare at Hoseok, who is also doing the same to me. I roll my eyes at him, "Taehyung. Fine. I said it."

"That's how you should say my friends name. Can I?" He dramatically gesturing and asking to sit on the bench. I nod and move aside. He sits. "What do you think about marrying my friend?"

"Friend? Who? I don't anyone name "friend", so can you please elaborate."

He makes a blank face. "You really....ok fine. What do you think about marrying my friend, Taehyung?"

"Nothing."

"What? You're marrying Taehyung. And you're saying, you feel nothing."

"I'm marrying a man. What's so special about that? You're acting like, marrying a man is an achievement? I could care less."

He bits his inner cheek, "But, I'm not talking about the accomplishment..," He releases a sigh, “We all know that it's no secret why Taehyung is marrying you."

"What secret?" I say, while ignoring and looking at nothing my freshly cut nails.

"Come on. All of us in our friend group knows Taehyung will still continue to be in relationship with Are—his girlfriend."

"And, who are you all to interfere in someone's else personal businesses."

He looks slightly offended, "We are his friends, mind you, since childhood, we know each and every deep secrets."

"Now since you're grown adults now, don't fucking interfere."

Clicking his tongue, he says annoyed. "You're so small, but you temper is a way too big. Really rude and disrespectful, and we  have just met."

I rub my face, in order to calm myself and run my scratch my head with both hands. "Look." I exhale loudly. "There are—fuck it." Without further saying anything to him, I quickly diall the number, and put it on speaker.

"Who are you calling? And who is 'BIG ASS & HANDS'? What kind of contact name is that?"

I don't reply to him, and just wait for the call to be answered, and it does. “Hello? Asma?" The deep voice is already making my heart flutter.

Hoseok chokes, "Wait, that's Taehyung? The contact name?"

"Asma? Is their someone with you?"

"Oh yeah. Your friend Hosik"

"Hoseok." "Hoseok". Both Taehyung and Hoseok corrects the mistake, which I purposely did.

"Why is Hoseok hyung with you? Hobi hyung!"

Hoseok tries to talk, but I don't allow him. I go back to the call. "Soooo Taehyung, I want some answers from you."

"Yeah. Shoot"

"Who are you marrying to?"

"Umm, why are you asking that. You."

"That means I will be your wife, and we are gonna live under the same roof and see and tolerate each other, minus the sex and other couple stuffs, right my soon-to-be husband?"

Taehyung was probably drinking water, he was choking badly. Meanwhile, Hoseok slightly gasp. "Yeah," He clears his throat." "Yeah yeah."

"Even though we won't have feelings for each, I will be still your wife, so that doesn't give you free pass to gossip about all the personal things between happen between us to your buddies. Especially about me or my things."

"They're my frien—"

"Listen Taehyung. I don't give a single fuck about your friends or your friendships. I really fucking don't. But I don't want you to go to your friends, who are some random strangers to me and you start gossiping talk about our matters. About my matters."

"They were the ones wh—

"Whatever they heard or you said them till, it's done. From now on, whatever happens to us, no third party should know, oh yeah not even your pretty girlfriend gets the free pas to barge in everything. Did, you get my point?"

I thought he would agree immediately, but after a whole minute, he says, “Yeah, I—"

"My dear soon-to-be husband, you didn't understand my point at all. Let me make it clear once again. I don't know your friends at all. They're men and strangers to me. I don't like random when men starts gossiping about me."

"Okay, okay. I will be considerate from now on. And Hose—"

"Bye." I cut the call, not bothering to listen anymore. Switched off the mobile phone to get a piece of mind. Looking at Hoseok who was looking at me blankly. He says, “You didn't wait for what he wanted to say.

I look at him sternly, "So?"

"That was slightly.... rude."

"Taehyung is a grown-ass man."

Hoseok runs his hand through his hair and sighs, "Ok. Let's talk about other things. Let's talk about my new friend, you?"

"Me? Your friend? Since when?"

"Since today.'

Taehyung's P.O.V

The knock on my bedroom door got me scared for a second. It was my father, who angrily screaming. "Taehyung! Taehyung! Open the fucking door. You idiot!"

Without wasting a second, I quickly open the door only to see an angry father. "Appa, w-what happened?"

"You couldn't even do one fucking thing right? Huh? You had to ruin every fucking thing!!! Why didn't you break up with Areum, when you know you're getting married."

"Well the person in marrying to will be just wife on paper, and Areum is the one who I want."

"Yeah, now enjoy your miserable life with Areum, since the wedding got cancelled. You got your wish." With that being said, he shuts the door with a loud thud.

I was so stunned, and unable to comprehend. I quickly follow my father, who was sitting on the living room sofa, with his head buried in hands. Sitting near him, I ask nervously. "A-appa, why did they cut off?"

Now he looked at me so angrily, that I had to take a step back. He can't hold back his anger for long. So he sighs and tells, “Your fiancée's father called me and...

———
As I stepped into his office, he had the most unwelcoming smile. But, I tried to greet him with smile and got nothing in return. "Hello, Mr Choi. Good Morning. You called me to come over a—

"Keep you damn filthy mouth shut. You think you're very slick, trying your way to lure me while ruining my daughter's life."

"Mr Choi, I have no idea what you're talking about, I think there's a mis—" The way Me Choi was fuming with anger, made me gulp my words. My heart was beating so fast, as if I was caught for some henious crime.

"Misunderstanding? Your whole family plann—," he was breathing heavily, and took some papers from his drawers, threw it on my face. I took a good notice, and realize these are photos. I took all of themin my hand, took a good look at the pictures who was none other than Taehyung and Areum.

———

I was completely shocked, "How did t-they?"

"You think that rich dude will just happily accept you marrying their daughter, without doing any judgement." He was calming himself down, and he looks at me, “And, you stupid bitch, you can't do any shit right. Was is it so hard to keep your distance. Now fucking enjoy living in misery."

Grumpily, he further says, “I don't understand why that old man brothers so much about his ugly ass daughter, which is not even his the first place." With that he leaves the house, and I was just sitting on the sofa like a lost child. Hurriedly, I tried to call her, but her mobile was switched off.

I then remembered Hoseok hyung being with her and tried to call him too, but his phone keeps on ringing and he doesn't pick it up either. I hate that his mobile is always kept in silent mode.

Asma's P.O.V

I laugh out so loudly, that I had to press my palm over my mouth. Hoseok was also laughing along with me, and continues, “Seriously, Jungkook actually peed his pants because his crush was sitting next to him."

Tears started rolling my face because of laughing too hard. Hoseok takes a tissue out of his shirt pocket. I thank him, try to take the tissue but he insisted, and rubbed off my tears by his own. I looked at him very awkwardly, while he smiles brightly and says, “A real gentleman wouldn't make a woman do the work."

"A what now?" I was completely baffled, and found it so ridiculous. "So, you're gonna wash your wife's poop, since you're such a gentleman?"

"What? Ew! What the actual fuck!! Why would you go there."

Laughing continuesly, I mock him while wiggling my eyebrows, "Why? Aren't you a gentleman like you claimed."

He makes a stern face at me, clicks his tongue in annoyance. But I continue to laugh, take the tissue from his hand and rubs off my tears. "You know in our language, there is a saying something bad is gonna happen soon if you laugh too much."

"Why do you say that?"

"Duh...my marriage. Already tragic to begin with."

Hoseok snorts, “Im sorry, the way you said it was funny. I'm sorry." He clears his throat.

"Nah, its fine. I laugh at my own misery too."

"When's the wedding exactly? The date."

I think for a little while, and count with my fingers. "After fif— no, after twelve days."

He nods his head. We were silent for a while, and I waiting for him to say something. Hoseok laughs as he was in his train of thoughs. “If I were you, j would just tell Taehyung to fuck off and marry someone like me."

Confused, I ask, “Like you?"

“Yeah, you should ditch Taehyung and marry me instead. You will be much happier." He smirks like a pervet, "What do you say, him?"

Meanwhile I just put a blank face. "So funny, dude, I'm crying in laughter."

He makes a sad face, and pouts. "Why not? You're cute. I'm cute. And we will make cute babies too. Don't you think?"

"Yuck. Shut the fuck up dude." I put hands over my ears. "Stop saying these. Besides, I hate babies."

"Awww, why?"

"Imagine a whole football shape human coming out of your dick."

"Ok ok. Stop stop." He says while we both were laughing, "You know Jimin said...," his face became red, and the middle-aged lady who is few metres away, looking at us weirdly. He compresses his laughter, "You know Jimin said to Taehyung that you look like Oompa Loompa."

"What? What is that?"

"You never watched the Johnny Depp movie?"

I was literally thinking, and then it clicked in my mind on what he is talking about, and I laugh too. "Oh my, those dwarf people. I remember now, even my mother and cousins used to make fun of me and told me I look like them."

Few seconds after, his laughter dies down. He apologizes, "I didn't mean to insult you..just wanted to make you laugh. Didn't work."

I shrug my shoulders, because I'm unbothered with his comments. He continues, “Don't think Jimin or our friend circle is bad or anything like that."

I shrug again and say, “You all are bunch of men, and I don't expect anything good either from men. Same goes for all of you and your buddies"

"What?!"

"What's your favourite ice-cream flavour?"

He thinks for a second. "Mango? Yeah mango is my favourite flavour. Why?"

I turn around to the old man at the ice-cream stall, and order two flavours ice-cream.  "One mango and one mint ice-cream please." Taking out my purse, I pay for both the items, which made Hoseok slightly angry. "You bought an ice-cream, and also didn't let me pay. How ru—"

Placing the ice-cream cup in his hands, I shush him. "No talking. Just eat what I bought for you."

He was staring at me blankly for few seconds, and still continues to do so while eating his ice-cream. I glare back at him, “Ok dude, don't stare at me like that, the fuck? It's creeping me out."

Hoseok doesn't respond, continues his creepy stare. He gasps so loudly,that his ice-cream almost fell when he checks his time in his watch. "Fuuuuuccck. I am gonna be hella late. Fucking hell, there is hardly any bus or taxi at this moment."

"Dude, you don't have a car?"

He looks at me as if I told the most stupid thing in the world. Which I actually did. I facepalm myself and laugh. "My bad. Sowrrrry. No worries, I will drop you wherever you need to be."

"No no no. It's f—"

"Dude, I insist. Besides, I have nothing else to do. So, consider my offer."

Hoseok smiles so brightly, trying to hug me with open arms but I backed away. He got the hint and apologies.

"Fine dude, I just just don't hug males."

"Sorry." He eats the ice-cream silently, and runs his hand through his hair and outs back the bucket hat.

"Hey friend." He looks at me when I call him as a friend. "Why don't you show me your friends. I get confused who is who. I don't even know Jimin's face exactly and assumed it's you."

He happily takes out his cellphone, and looks at it while scrunching his nose. "Oh shit. There are fifteen misscalls from Taehyung."

"Call him. Probably some emergency."

"What emergency? I don't think so. Oh, maybe it's because I am with you." He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows. "You're his soon-to-be wife, aren't you?"

"Stop saying dumbshit and pick up his calls. There's probably a reason why called you many times."

"Nah I have more emergency things."

"That is?"

He suddenly comes dangerously close to my face, our noses almost touching. "Spending time with a cutie like you."

I make a disgusted face and back away. "Dude, just show me pictures. I gotta drop off you to somewhere too."

He smiles too brightly, nods and chuckles. "Yeah yeah." With that he opens his gallery and shows me his pictures.

A/N:- I never keep my promises about posting on the exact day as I claim...I'm so sorry...please forgive me. Last few weeks were hectic all around the world. Hope I can be faster with updates..love you all. Please if you love my work, share with your friends and your followers too.🥺🥺🥺🥺

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