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Namjoon's POV

- I will leave for Korea, now. ~I said, casually~
-IS IT A... *lowering the tone* is it a joke to you now Namjoon? Doesn't it take time to book a flight ticket? Huh? Its not like you'll snap two fingers and your reservation is ready! ~Dad said~
- This is off season Dad. *while taking out the phone from my pocket* So, I can book whenever I want. And look.. Its already booked.
I showed the ticket to him from my phone. Its a good thing that my manager was quick enough to contact his sources.
- But son, why so suddenly? You just took a break and...~Mom said~
- It's already an year Mom. I don't want to stay here longer.
They were silent. They already know that I am in pain. And its all because of them. They could not say anything but nodded. I took my suitcase in my hand and Durnibar took the other. Yes. He rushed in here as soon as he heard that I am leaving and of course he knew it before my parents got to know about this. He literally left his sister's vidaai(leaving the paternal house after marriage) on hold just to plea to me not to leave so soon. I pecked my Mom's forehead and hugged my sister before leaving. However, left a single glance to my father. We both walked out of the house and walked towards the car which my manager bought. Durnibar sat in the car to left me till the airport.

The wheels rolled over the Indian soil for the last time, slowing near Durnibar's house due to the rough road. As it passed, I caught sight of her, my lady, for the final time. The entire family stood outside, surrounding the newly-wed couple seated on a netted bed. The bride clung to her mother, tears streaming down her face in farewell. Peering through the window, I saw her... my love, adorned in a red and golden embroidered Benarasi saree, adorned with gold and diamond jewelry, her hairline adorned with red sindoor. Our eyes met briefly as the car passed by her house. It was our final gaze exchanged.
‐ "Your allure reigns with timeless elegance, beloved."

I looked away as soon as we passed their house. My eyes turned teary. No, I shouldn't feel this way. It's illegal now. She is now someone else's wife. Suddenly I felt Durnibar's hand on mine. He is looking down. Like, he wants to console me, but has lose words.
- I should've fought for you both harder.
I was silent for a moment, then spoke,
- No, my friend. You shouldn't have disclose that idea at that time. And you should've prevented both of us from getting close. Or else, I... we didn't have to feel this way. But I know that she will be happy with her husband and her new family. You told me that he is an Indian soldier. She should be proud and happy thinking about that.
- But what about that time when her husband have to stay far away from home to serve our country for 1 or 2 years? What will happen when she will have no one beside her during her tough times? Who will give her a shoulder at that time?
- Why? What about you and your family? Even if her in-laws don't support her, you guys will be for her. After all, she is the daughter of the Dutta clan, she is the princess of you all! You guys will support her.

He looked at me in shock. His eyes said that I am right, but his voice didn't reach me out. I again looked outside the window. We are in Kolkata now, passing "The 42". The memories are still alive in my already dead mind.. this once-British-ruled city holds a lot of our moments here. It was the time when Y/n started to show me Kolkata for the very first time while my parents and my sister has already memorised the whole map of Kolkata. I remember being lost in thoughts while observing the immortal city. I closed my eyes. 30 minutes left to reach airport while I drifted back in our memory.

~in the past~
It was Durnibar's idea that Y/n will show me the whole city as she goes to work there. She goes to teach dance in an academy. She earns at her very young age. It is evident that she is indeed a gifted dancer and a teacher. We used to reach the city together in a public bus and that's what I experienced the real Indian Public Bus... it's so crowdy! Some passengers even hang from the bus gate and everyone has to squeeze through the crowd to reach a seat or stand in a little, adjustable place. I had to wear mask or else I would be a mashed potato if the Armys noticed me in the bus and lunge on me before I die. How do people even tolerate this much of exhaustion? Y/n was standing in front of me holding the bus rod to prevent from falling. Same goes to me. But, she was struggling inside while holding the rod as she is short. Seeing her struggling, I suggested,
- Y/n, if you are having any trouble while holding the rod then you can grab on my arm. I am still.
- uh.. no no, thank you. I am used to travel like this. Don't worry.
Um... yeah. Embarrassing. Now what if she thinks that I am a pervert? I wanted her to grab on my arm *just to feel my muscles*? What will you do then? Huh? Kim Namjoon?

Yes, I overthought. But it was when I suddenly realized that a woman, standing beside me, was looking at me in a strange way. I had a millisecond eye contact with her and then looked away. And then my eyes went to her phone's wallpaper. It was my photo of Bottega Veneta on the wallpaper.

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Shit, shit, shit shit!!... what the fck, wht the fck, wht the... fck!!!! I am doomed. KIM NAMJOON you are gone. Wae?? Wae an ARMY beside me?? No I mean... I would love to interact with an Army but not when I am already with a girl at that time. Or when I was in a break in a disclosed location to the Armys just to prevent media and rumors. Don't chase me with your Army bombs my Army lovelies! I love you all but you know the situation then you know.
Back to it, I was sweating continuously in that hot and crowded environment. And this girl was leaning her face a little to recognize me. I was backing off my face a little and that's when the driver pulls a harsh break and my sweaty palm slipped from the rod, losing my balance and almost falling on Y/n from behind. We both left a scream. I grabbed her arm when she also slipped from the rod while I held the rod again, still holding her tight. I mumbled a sorry to her, while all the attention were on us. The passengers already started to yell and curse at the driver while I was speechless.
- Are you okay? ~she asked me~
- Yeah! A.. all fine..e. ~I replied, smiling in pain from behind the mask~
After that, we got down at our stop, which was 'The Victoria Memorial'.

~Present~
Yes, we had already crossed Victoria when I was in my world. We have already reached the airport. I sighed and got down from the car. Manager and driver were taking out my luggages out of the dickey. I hugged Durnibar for the last time.
- Call me when you'll reach Seoul. And be in touch even when you are there.
- Did I ever get out of touch with you even when I wasn't in Ilsan and was in my tour? I will.
- Come to India again Namjoon.
- Inform me when you will marry. I will definitely come. ~I smiled~
We bid our final goodbye. And the last thing was me, leaving India. For now, forever. I looked down at the country, before leaving its border.

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