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~past~

Namjoon's POV:

Durga Puja had finally arrived. The Dutta's place's huge veranda, which is almost a stadium ground, is almost full by the family members, servants, decorators, idol creaters etc. Our family was also present there. Y/n was drawing alpana on the huge floor along with her Mother and her cousins. Noona was also showing her artistic side, earning praises from everyone. Me, Durnibar and his other cousins were helping in carrying the flower garlands, handing them to the decorators, rushing here and there. One of Durnibar and Y/n's cousin brother almost got beaten by their one of the cousin sisters for messing up a little side of the alpana. Dutta's mother and Eomma left the work of alpana and got busy with choosing the most beautiful jewelleries for Goddess Durga and her children. The idol is indeed majestic and I become spell bounded whenever I see the mighty idol. She is the mother, the protector, the creator and as well as the destroyer. Mrs Dutta says that we all are her children, she is our actual mother. Though I am an atheist, but the Hindu mythology is way more interesting than the universe, to me.. indeed its a philosophy.

I was carrying the basket of flower garlands suddenly I bumped with a girl who was carrying the white liquid for alpana and the thick liquid spilled on my magenda t- shirt. We both let out an 'achk' sound and I was quick enough to grab the earthen bowl. I looked up and saw an unfamiliar girl. Her eyebrows twitched in guilt.
- Oh God! I am soo sorry. I didn't notice and I was in a hurry. I am really sorry for ruining your t- shirt.
With that, she started to stroke away the liquid from my cloth while I felt my wet, clothed torso feeling her big strokes. I was embarrassed. I backed off a little from her hand,
- It's alright miss.. no need to be sorry. And you don't need to do that. ~I said, with a light open mouthed smile~

Y/n's POV:

I was waiting for Sarala to bring the white liquid for the large alpana but minutes passed with the absence of her.
- Unnie, could you please look after this? I'll be back.
- Yeah sure Y/n-ie, you go!
I got up from the floor and went to the direction where Sarala went. My eyes were roaming through the people when I spotted her finally, but with Namjoon.. what's wrong? What was she doing with him? Then I saw her sweeping away something from his cloth. Ughh what's wrong with this girl?!! Unknowingly my blood automatically boiled after seeing them together and Sarala is already a cringe and clingy girl by birth. Always head over heels for every boys and men. I went towards them and interrupted their interaction.
- What's going on? ~I asked with curious eyes~ and what are you doing here Sarala? I asked you to bring the white liquid and you-
My eyes stuck on the white stain on Namjoon's t- shirt. Now I know, she spilled it on him. My eyes were already looking at her in secret, raging with anger. My lips attached together along with my clenched jaw. This girl is really irritating. I don't even know why she is my cousin!!!
- Oh no! Namjoon, your t- shirt!! ~I exclaimed~
He looked at the white stain once again and said, reassuring me,
- It's okay Y/n, I'll go and change in home.
- No no!! You can't go home now. The main gate is all engaged. I am calling dada..

I looked here and there for dada but there was no sign of him. No option was left. I sighed and turned to him.
- You come with me, I cannot see dada. *pointing at Sarala* and you, bring the white liquid again, Namhee Unnie is waiting there.
I said with a secret, angry tone while she nodded. Then with a lower voice, I said,
- And make sure not to get head over heels again for a man or a boy. I don't want the very first day of Puja ruined because of your 'clumsiness'.
With that, I grabbed Namjoon's wrist, and took him with me upstairs.

Namjoon's POV:

I was confused by the tone of her talking with that girl. And I couldn't hear what she said to her in a low voice. I was surprised when Y/n grabbed my wrist, adjusting her pallu which fell on my veiny hand and led me upstairs. I was more confused when she brought me in a room. There were pictures of nature and some of Durnibar's. I realised this was his room. Y/n opened the almirah and looked for something, siding the clothes. She took out a red Punjabi kurta and handed it to me.
- Wait here, I am bringing a wet towel. Till then, take off the shirt before the paint dries on your skin.
With that, she went inside the bathroom. I heard the sound of water from the tap, falling on a bucket. After some seconds, she came outside with a wet towel.
- You didn't take off your shirt yet? The paint will dry!!.. well, after opening, wipe the paint from your skin with this.
She handed me the wet towel and looked at the door. OKAY! She was not looking at me opening my shirt. With a light smirk, I opened with shirt, wiped the paint and wore on the red kurta.
- Is it done? ~she asked, still looking away~
- Yeah, but the problem is with the button.

She turned to me, her eyes on my body.
- What's wrong with the button?
- I can't find one, and it's revealing my chest too much...
She checked the button part once again and opened the almirah again, looking for more kurta or shirts.
- Oh No!! This was the only oversized kurta he had and it fitted on you perfectly. And Maa has packed all the shirts and t- shirts of him away as she doesn't want him to wear those on Puja days.
She thought of something for a while, and her eyebrows straightened from the twitched ones. She took out a sewing box from the dressing table and took out a needle, red sewing string and a white button.
- Stay still and don't move, okay?
She said while I nodded. She got the needle ready and came towards me. She continued to sew the button carefully on the missing place of button. My breathe hitched, realising how close we are now. My heart beats increased due to this tension of closeness. She was trying hard not to poke my chest with the needle and was hurting her finger due to that. My chest was rising and falling due to my fast breathing and I could feel her warm breathe hitting on my skin. My hands wanted to hold her, to support her to reach at the perfect position because of this height difference. She is actually 150cm accroding to my assumption which is causing her difficulty to reach me at 181cm. With these thoughts, there comes the breathtaking part.

She leans to my chest and was trying to cut the string with her teeth. I closed my eyes, little afraid of these much closeness with her. I felt her forehead resting on my chest, her breathing and the bitting sound of the string with her teeth. After cutting it, she looked at the button, sewed by her and told me,
- Now it's there. Button it up!
I carefully held the button with my two fingers and buttoned the kurta. She suddenly ironed the little wrinkles of the cloth with her warm, little hands.
- Let's go downstairs? ~she said, bringing me to my senses~
- Yes, let's go.

We were about to get out of the door when I said,
- Y/n, your fingers!
She looked at her bleeding finger. Pushing the skin and releasing more blood, she said,
- Areeh it's nothing. It heals automatically. No need to band-aid..
Before she could even finish, I took her finger, putting my lips on it, I sucked in the blood from her finger, giving a temporary relief. I looked down, avoiding eye contact with her while she was surprised by my action. After stopping the flowing of blood, I looked at her. I observed her very carefully. To be honest, at this moment, she is looking like a wife. In the red, golden weaved Baluchari saree, hair tied into braid and a small red bindi on her forehead.

~present~

I chuckled thinking of those memories. I miss those days. She was really looking like a loving and caring Bengali wife. Or I can say,...

My wife?
..
Almost?

~past~

We went downstairs, feeling shy. Durnibar spotted us and came running to us.
- Areeh Namjoon! Isn't this my red kurta?!! It's looking great on you!! Perfect fit!!

Y/n's POV:

Then he looked at me, understanging that I was the one who gave this to him. We parted our ways into our works while Mrs Kim said,
- Oh my!! Mrs Dutta! Did you notice? Namjoon and Y/n are pairing red outfits!!
My mouth hung open when Maa and Unnie giggled. WHAT IN THE FRIED FISH!!?? I looked at Namjoon from a distance, then realising we were actually pairing! Ohoooooo!!!! It's a coincidence without me knowing it!!

- Well, can't you see how she skillfully dragged him away from us and made him change his outfit. And as long as I remembered, I didn't had a white button on that kurta. This is WHY!! you know Aunty? We call our Y/n, 'Ginni'!!(a term to address one's wife, dearly, commonly used in Bengal)

Dada said, grabbing my shoulders from my back while I blushed hearing him. I glanced at Namjoon, who glanced back at me, wearing a sweet and handsome smile on his face..

A/N: I myself thought that I was going to start Y/n's villain era 🙂🤦‍♀️ By the way, leave some reviews in the comment please.. I write one or two chapters for a freaking week, only to get basket full of reviews 😉.. and also, don't leave just by reading it, leave a vote on this ☆ mark too 💜💜💜💜💜💜