Jungkook sat in his sleek, glass-walled office, the metropolis sprawling below like a labyrinth of light and ambition. At 29, he had built his empire with meticulous precision, every decision calculated, every move deliberate. He was a force to be reckoned with—a cold, angry titan in the corporate world, respected yet feared. Yet, as he stared out at the city, a flicker of discontent shadowed his steely demeanor

His life choices, however, weren’t solely his own. The wounds of his past had shaped his present, and now, they loomed over him like dark specters. His marriage to Sushmita was a cold iron shack shackled to his heart, an obligation forged from family ties rather than love. She was just sixteen—innocent, young, and unaware of the true weight of the world that lay ahead of her

He had never wanted this. His parents, the matchmakers in a tragic play, dictated the terms before he could comprehend their implications. "She’s your best friend’s daughter, Jungkook. A union will help both families," they had said, their voices echoing hollowly in his mind. The day he reluctantly agreed, Sushmita stood smiling in a white dress that looked too big for her—too big for the child she still was

As days bled into months, Jungkook grew more distant. The office was his refuge, an escape from the reality he loathed. He was a king in his domain, but in his personal life, he was surrounded by shadows. He kept his gaze anchored on Lisa, his childhood friend and the only warmth in his life. Her laughter would flood the room, peeling away layers of his frostbitten heart, reminding him of better days. She was the spark of sunlight in his otherwise dim life, effortlessly pulling him toward something brighter

Yet, in the depths of his soul, Jungkook knew this dichotomy couldn’t last forever. He felt Sushmita’s presence like an unwelcome specter that wandered through the halls of his mind, her innocence a stark contrast to his darkness. He rarely glanced her way; when he did, it was only with annoyance when she sought his attention like a lost child. She deserved more than the neglect he lavished upon her, yet he struggled to find the courage to change the narrative that had begun to unfold—a narrative he’d never written but was expected to live

Jungkook: at midnight he is sleeping peacefully his back facing to sushmita because he didn't wanted to see her face while he wake up at morning