The Escape Wasn’t Clean—It Was Cinematic

Blood. Smoke. Broken glass.

You didn’t sneak out.

You fought your way out.

Your hand burned from the lighter you threw at Aryan's priceless tapestry.

The last thing he heard before the flames rose—

“This is for trying to make me a pawn. I’m the queen now.”

You vanished into the night, a stolen phone in one hand and vengeance in the other.

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The Press Conference That Broke the Internet

You stood in front of the cameras in a silk saree, hair braided like fire, eyes lined with defiance.

“They called me a fraud. A gold-digger. A replacement bride.”

“But the truth? I was sold by my family, hunted by a man who thought he owned me, and silenced because I married someone I actually chose.”

Pause.

“Min Yoongi didn’t trap me. He saved me.”

“And now, I’m saving him.”

The crowd was silent.

Until—

A door creaked open behind you.

Yoongi.

Bruised. Tired. But glorious.

He walked to the mic, took your hand, and whispered, just loud enough—

“Tell them I’m your husband.”

You turned to him.

“You’ve always been mine.”

Flash. Flash. Flash.

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Behind the Scenes: The Reunion

As soon as the cameras shut off, he pulled you into a hallway.

And kissed you like a man starved.

Hands tangled in your hair. Breathless whispers. Foreheads pressed.

“I thought I lost you,” he rasped.

“You never will.”

Your back hit the wall.

He kissed down your neck.

“We’re not just surviving anymore,” he murmured. “We’re winning.”

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Ending: And Then the Real Plan Begins

You both disappear again—this time by choice.

With files.

Evidence.

Secrets.

Blackmail on everyone who tried to tear you apart.

“If they wanted war,” Yoongi said, pulling you into h

is lap, “they should’ve killed us the first time.”

You smirked.

“Let’s make them wish they had.”