[In the bride’s dressing room]

The soft glow of the vanity lights shimmered against her jewelry, casting golden hues on her delicate features. Naira stood still, dressed in a breathtaking red and gold lehenga, her hands decorated with intricate mehendi patterns. Her eyes, lined with kohl, sparkled with emotion as she gazed into the mirror—not just at her reflection, but at the dream that was about to come true.

She imagined herself walking down the aisle, hand in hand with Jatin (Jimin) , her soon-to-be husband. A soft smile curved on her lips as she pictured the two of them in wedding attire, standing so close that even air wouldn't dare come between them. The thought alone made her heart flutter.

Blushing deeply, she cupped her face in both hands, trying to calm the storm of excitement brewing inside her. But just thethenl

Creak

A soft sound of the door opening snapped her out of her daydream. Her heart skipped a beat.

She looked up in alarm—and then gasped. Standing at the door, leaning casually with that same mischievous grin she knew too well, was (Jimin) Jatin.

Her eyes widened in panic. “You? What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice a low whisper, but sharp with shock. “What made you come here?! This is the bride’s room—no men allowed!”

Jatin (Jimin) stepped forward, eyes locked on her. His voice was full of playful affection. “Why? Can’t I come to see my soon-to-be wife in her wedding attire?” he asked softly. “And this.. this Indian wedding gown... God, Naira—you look divine. A goddess. I swear, I can’t take my eyes off you.”

He took a breath, his gaze admiring every detail of her look.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack, Miss Naira,” he added with a wink. “Or should I say… Naira Jatin kapoor.”

Naira's cheeks turned crimson, but she crossed her arms, forcing a frown. “(Jimin) Jatin! If you’re done with your cheesy flirting, can you please leave? If anyone sees you here, especially my brother… you’ll be a dead man!”

(Jimin) Jatin smirked, stepping a little closer, clearly not taking the warning seriously. “Ahh, Cuppy cake… why are you being so harsh?” he said, pouting dramatically. “We were just having our romantic moment and you ruined it. I hate you for that, Diya Tahir Raisinghnia …”

Naira turned to the door in frustration. “Diya! Can you please come here and throw this man out before my brother kills him?!”

Diya entered hurriedly, her eyes widening in shock as she saw Jatin.

“Oh my god! Are you mad?!” she scolded. “If your (Taehyung) Tahir hyung sees you here, then it’s over for you, Jatin (Jimin). Your funeral will be held right after the wedding!” The smell of sarcasm was enough, to tell how diya was giving warning of the threat, his brother had given to all of them.

Jatin (Jimin) raised his hands defensively. “Okay, okay! I’m leaving, alright?” He began walking toward the door, but not without one last look at Naira. “Just a little more patience, and you’ll be mine forever… no one can keep us apart after today.”

Diya pushed him gently toward the exit. “Go! Before anyone sees you. Shoo!”

With a final, dramatic bow, Jatin (Jimin) exited, leaving behind a breathless Naira and a stressed-out Diya.

[Meanwhile, in Tahir’s (Taehyung) room]

Tahir (Taehyung) stood at the window, his expression unreadable. The weight of the evening was heavy on his shoulders, but not for the reasons everyone thought. 

He dialed a number.

“Hello, Hyung? Can you come to my room? Bring everyone with you,” he said calmly.

Namjoon’s voice came through the line. “Tahir (Taehyung)? What happened? You’re suddenly calling everyone… is something wrong?”

Tahir (Taehyung) didn’t answer directly. “Nothing’s wrong. But I need to talk to all of you guys. It’s important.” Neil (Namjoon) sighed. “Alright. We’re coming.”

A few minutes later, a knock sounded.

“Come in,” Tahir (Taehyung) said, turning around. Vansh (Jin) entered first. “You called us, V?” “Yes,” Tahir (Taehyung) nodded. “Is everyone here?” Vansh (Jin) looked behind him. “Yeah. We’re all in. What’s going on?”

Jay (Jungkook) stepped forward, slightly annoyed. “Is this really necessary right now? The aisle is ready. Everyone’s waiting for us!” Tahir (Taehyung) exhaled, eyes sharp. “That’s why I called you. Let me get straight to the point.”

The room grew quiet.

“You all know why I’m marrying Diya,” he began. “It’s not for love. It’s for revenge. Just like the rest of us. And you also know those bastards—the ones we’re after—are here, in this very wedding hall. I can’t stand being in the same building as them.”

He clenched his fists.

“But after a month… once the mission is complete… we’ll finish them. One by one.” Jay’s (Jungkook)neyes lit up. “And then we can finally live peacefully with our wives!” he said, smiling.

Siddharth (Suga) let out a deep breath, relieved.

Tahir (Taehyung) chuckled bitterly. “Yes… you all will.” Harsh (J-hope) raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean ‘you all’? Aren’t you are the part of this too?” Tahir’s (taehyung) voice turned cold. “No, hyung. After the mission is over… I’ll be divorcing Diya.”

For a moment, no one moved.

Neil (Namjoon) stood up, shocked. “WHAT?! Have you completely lost it?!” Jatin’s (Jimin) eyes burned. “Are you even real right now?! Divorce?!” Tahir (Taehyung)braised his hands surrendered. “Relax! I’m just joking. Don’t be so serious, man!”

Siddharth (Suga) scowled. “You better be. Because if you’re not, Tahir (taehyung)… I swear, your life won’t be worth living.”

Vansh (Jin) stepped forward, his voice shaking with fury. “Tahir Raisinghania (taehyung)… if you do anything to hurt MY SISTER, even by mistake—I swear, I’ll make Siddhart’s (Suga) words come true.”

The entire room froze.

Tahir’s (Taehyung) smirk vanished. He immediately dropped his arms and patted vansh shoulder while stating, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry! I won’t hurt her. I swear. I’ll treat her like a queen. A princess, A diamond. Please don’t misunderstand me.”

Harsh (j-hope) gave a slight nod. “Alright. Get up. It’s time to get ready. We all have to go to the mandap.” Neil (Namjoon) added, “Yeah. It’s a big day for all of us. Let’s not ruin it.”

One by one, they left the room, except Jatin (Jimin). He stayed behind, staring hard at Tahir (Taehyung). “Tell me something,” he said quietly. “Were you serious? Are you really going to divorce her?”

Tahir (Taehyung)didn’t answer immediately.

“What do you want to hear, Jatin (Jimin)? The truth… or a lie?”

Jatin’s (jimin) voice rose. “Don’t play games with me, Tahir (Taehyung)! This is not the time! In just an hour, you’re going to marry her—and here you are talking about your revenge?!”

Tahir (Taehyung) snapped. “So what?! You think I don’t care about her feelings?! Is that what you believe?!”

Jatin’s (jimin) voice was firm. “Yes. That’s exactly what I believe. Because the words coming from your mouths are totally bullshit just like your fvcking revenge. Didn’t you once say—she’s special to you?! Or was that too just another part of your plan?!”

And then—

Flashback: 20 Days Before the Wedding...

"Yaar Siddharth (Suga)!" Rooh whined, crossing her arms as she paced in front of him. "My parents still haven’t met you! What are you even waiting for? A personal invitation?"

Siddharth (Suga) leaned back casually on the couch, his usual composed smile playing on his lips. "We’ll talk to Tahir (Taehyung), Rooh. Once he tells us when everyone’s going to India, we’ll plan it out."

Rooh scoffed and rolled her eyes. "They want to meet you, not the entire group!" Siddharth (Suga) chuckled, pulling her close. "Rooh, this isn’t just about us. We all came into this together… we’ll go back together. Besides, India’s not going anywhere."

She pouted but gave in. Somewhere in her chest, the excitement fluttered. She was finally going back home. But this time, not as a daughter. As a bride.

---

[Later – At Taehyung’s (Tahir) Apartment]

Tahir (Taehyung) leaned against the wall, a glass in his hand, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. "India…" he murmured with a strange smirk, "It’s calling us back."

Vansh (jin) stepped beside him, his expression deadly serious. “We’ve waited too long. Nothing can stop us now. Not even God.” A heavy silence hung in the air until Harsh (j-hope) spoke up. “Are you sure Siddharth (suga)? That their parents are really ready to meet us?”

Before Siddharth (suga) could answer, Jatin (jimin) interrupted, his voice steady but low. “Naira told me everything. Her family has invited me to India… to talk about the wedding.”

A beat passed. And then the air shifted. Jatin's (jimin’s) tone darkened. “But what if they recognize us?”

The room tensed.

Neil (namjoon) waved a hand dismissively. “Come on. We were kids back then. Our faces have changed, we’ve changed. They won’t know.”

But Tahir (taehyung) didn’t smile. His jaw tightened, his mind already calculating the risk. “We can’t assume that. One moment of suspicion… and the whole plan crashes.”

---

[That Night – Diya’s Apartment]

Diya sat on the edge of her bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. “Pick up, damn it.” Twelve missed calls. Five texts. No reply.

When the door finally creaked open, and Tahir (taehyung) stepped in, she launched at him. “Where the hell were you?” she snapped, arms flailing. “I’ve been trying to reach you all day!”

Tahir (taehyung) removed his coat with a sigh. “I was… busy.” Diya narrowed her eyes. “Busy? Seriously?”

He walked over and sat beside her. “I was working on a case. Girls are being trafficked between Korea and India. I had to go in without backup. I didn’t even have time to breathe, Diya.”

Her anger softened, just slightly. “So you were out saving the world again, huh? My superhero.” She smiled—but something shifted in Tahir’s (Taehyung's) eyes.

He looked at her.

Really looked at her.

And for a split second, guilt wrapped around his heart like a vice. She didn’t know. She had no idea who he really was. What he’d seen. What he was planning. He had never meant to fall in love.

But her blind trust, her warm embrace… it was breaking him from within. Before he could spiral, Diya squealed. “Dad called today! We’re going to India! Can you believe it? I haven’t been home in years—and now I’m going back as a bride!”

Tahir (taehyung) smiled, pulling her into a hug.

But deep down?

His heart was a battlefield.

---

[The Next Day – Airport Scene]

Trisha danced through the airport lobby, her heels clicking with excitement. “Finally! Back to my motherland!” she cheered.

Vansh (jin) chuckled, slinging an arm around her. “Excited, sweetheart?”

She nodded, eyes sparkling. “You have no idea.” They looked like dream couples flying home for love. But only they knew—they were going back for revenge.

---

[Arrival in India]

The moment Tahir (taehyung) stepped out of the airport, the humid air hit him like a punch. Not because of the weather. Because of the memories. The scent of the soil. The noise. The energy. It brought him back to that night.

The blood.

The screams.

The fire.

He remembered the people crying, pleading for mercy. The gunshots that shattered the sky. The way innocent lives were snuffed out like candles in a storm.

He had been just a child, hidden under a broken cot, too scared to breathe. Watching everything burn. And he had sworn—he would return one day. He would find every monster responsible.

And he would make them scream. Vansh (jin) noticed him go still. “Tahir. (Taehyung)”

Tahir (Taehyung) didn’t answer.

“You’re thinking about that night again, aren’t you?” Vansh (jin) asked softly.

Tahir’s (taehyung's)  silence was enough.

“The time has come,” Vansh (jin) whispered. “Once this wedding is done… they are dead.” Jay’s (jungkook) voice cut through coldly, “Not just dead. They would be burn. Like they made our people burn.”

---

Suddenly, someone shouted.

“Jatin (jimin)! What happened?”

All heads turned. Jatin (jimin) hadn’t moved since stepping out. He stood frozen, staring into the distance. Siddharth nudged him, joking. “Bro? Lost in love already?”

Neil (namjoon) chuckled. “Maybe he saw a ghost.” But as they reached him, their laughter died. Jatin was trembling. Silent tears streamed down his face.

“Jatin (jimin)?” vansh (jin) grabbed his shoulder. “What is it?”

And then, Jatin (jimin) broke.

He pulled all of them into a desperate hug, his voice cracking as he whispered, “I still hear them. The screams. I see them every night.” He swallowed hard, fists clenched.“I don’t want a peaceful death for them. I want them to burn. I want to hear them scream. Like they made our people scream.”

Silence.

Tahir (Taehyung) stepped back, his jaw clenched. And in that moment, he knew—This mission was no longer just revenge.

It was justice. And justice would come like a storm. Because now, Karma had a face. 

And its name was Tahir Raisinghania.

!TO BE CONTINUE! 

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