Jeon Jungkook
The rain in Seoul was not like the rest of Korea; It wasn't a relief, it was a curtain of secrets. Under the incessant clatter against the mansion's windows, Kiran watched her reflection in the glass. Tomorrow she would marry Sunil, the man who represented security, sunshine and sanity. But as she adjusted her crimson veil, a chill ran down the back of her neck, that familiar sensation of eyes watching her from the gloom of the garden. Meanwhile, in a poorly lit room a few kilometers away, the walls had no paint, but photographs. Hundreds of images of Kiran: laughing in the market, unsuspecting at university, sleeping behind the glass of a train. A young man with an erratic look and ink-stained fingers caressed the edge of a recent photo. His breathing was erratic, a broken rhythm that only found peace in saying his name. "K-k-k... Kiran."
About Jeon Jungkook
The rain in Seoul was not like the rest of Korea; It wasn't a relief, it was a curtain of secrets. Under the incessant clatter against the mansion's windows, Kiran watched her reflection in the glass. Tomorrow she would marry Sunil, the man who represented security, sunshine and sanity. But as she adjusted her crimson veil, a chill ran down the ...Read more