Some love stories begin with broken vows.

The real ones begin when we choose each other—again and again.

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Scene 1: An Invitation Without Names

A note was tucked inside your favorite book one morning.

“Meet me where the wildflowers grow. Bring nothing… except your answer.”

You didn’t need to ask who sent it.

Yoongi.

You found Aahana giggling with Namjoon in the garden.

They both winked at you like they knew something.

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Scene 2: The Beach You Dreamt Of

You followed the path he once showed you—

Down cliffs, across the rocks, where blue met gold.

And there—under a canopy of soft linen and wild blooms—

He stood.

Yoongi.

In a cream sherwani, elegant, eyes soft with tears.

“This time,” he said, “no contracts. No escape plans. Just you and me.”

“And Aahana,” you teased.

He smiled. “Always.”

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Scene 3: Vows That Weren’t Written

There were no guests.

Just the ocean. The wind.

And a promise whispered between two souls who had already survived too much.

“I vow to never let your fire go out.”

“And I vow to remind you that love isn’t weakness—it’s war we’ve already won.”

He kissed you gently, as if memorizing your breath.

And the waves roared their approval.

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Scene 4: Aahana’s Final Word

Later, she ran to you both, barefoot and glowing.

“So can I call you Mr. and Mrs. Min now?”

You laughed. Yoongi scooped her into his arms.

“Only if I get to call you my wildflower.”

“I like that,” she said. “Because wildflowers grow even in ruins, right?”

You looked at her.

At him.

At the world you built with your own defiance.

“Yes. Especially there.”

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THE END