The situation downstairs in the hall was no less funny. Huan Jing had cornered Kiyan.
Huan Jing: "Kiyan! You didn't smile like V! You will be punished… tomorrow you will dance on 'Dynamite' for me the whole day!"
Kiyan (joining his hands): "Jing… please! I'm exhausted. Come, I'll drop you to your room. Tomorrow morning you can do whatever you want to me."
Kiyan supported Jing, but Jing grabbed his collar.
Huan Jing: "You are so boring! Just like your boss. Come on, pick me up and take me upstairs, 'My Hero'!"
Kiyan took a long breath and lifted Jing into his arms in a bridal style. In his eyes was the same old love and concern for Jing that he had always tried to hide.
Kiyan (softly): "Crazy girl… you drink the wine, and my heartbeat gets the punishment."Aanya lightly tugged at the remaining buttons of Zhen's shirt and closed her eyes with a soft smile. There was a strange peace on her face, as if she had truly met the prince of her dreams.
Aanya (in a soft and sweet voice): "Jungkook… do you know? I've spent so many nights listening to your songs. Your smile… uff! I love you, Jungkook! I just want to… just once… hug you tightly. Will you hug me?"
Zhen's body went completely rigid. His ears burned hot and his fists clenched. He was standing right there, holding his wife steady, and she was taking another man's name—no matter if he was a superstar!
Zhen (in a voice filled with anger and jealousy): "Aanya! Open your eyes! Look who's in front of you! I am your husband, not some K-pop star!"
But Aanya was lost in her own world. She lifted her hand and gently touched Zhen's cheeks, yet in her eyes he was still that same 'Jungkook.'
Aanya: "You get so angry… just like that grumpy Zhen. But your eyes… your eyes are very beautiful. Come on, one hug is a must!"
Saying this, Aanya wrapped both her arms around Zhen's neck without a second thought and pulled him toward herself with full force. Zhen lost his balance and fell straight on top of her. There was not even an inch of distance left between their faces.
Zhen's breathing hitched. The warmth of Aanya's arms and the faint scent of wine and vanilla coming from her body numbed his mind. His jealousy was slowly transforming into a deep passion.
Zhen (whispering, looking into Aanya's eyes): "If I hug you now… I won't be able to let you go, Aanya. Are you ready?"
Even in her drunken state, Aanya let out an innocent laugh and rubbed her nose against his.
Aanya: "Why? Are you scared?"
Zhen's patience finally snapped. His grip on Aanya's waist tightened as he leaned near her ear and said, "Now you'll see what your 'grumpy husband' can do."
Aanya's "I love you Jungkook" had turned the jealousy inside Zhen into a volcano. When she challenged him with "Are you scared?", the dam of his restraint completely broke.
He locked both of Aanya's hands above her head on the bed. His eyes were shining even in the darkness.
Zhen (in a heavy, deep voice): "I am not afraid of even my own shadow, Aanya. And as for that 'Jungkook'… tonight it's necessary to remind you that the man standing in front of you is your husband."
Zhen slowly leaned down. Aanya's breathing quickened. She couldn't understand whether this was a dream or reality, but there was a strange comfort in Zhen's touch. Leaning near her ear, Zhen whispered, "Next time, think a hundred times before taking someone else's name."
He placed a long and deep kiss on her forehead, which slowly trailed down to her cheeks. Aanya closed her eyes and clutched Zhen's shirt tightly in her fist. That night, the room of the villa was not filled with silence, but with the sound of two racing heartbeats. Zhen held Aanya tightly in his arms the entire night, as if he wanted to hide her from the world.
When the morning sunlight entered the luxurious villa room, the scene resembled the calm after a storm. Aanya's eyes were heavy, and her head throbbed painfully. As soon as she opened her eyes, she found herself wearing Zhen's shirt, which was far too big for her.
Scene: The Next Morning's Hangover and Zhen's Volcano
Holding her head, Aanya tried to sit up on the bed. She vaguely remembered that last night she and Jing had worn Zhen and Kiyan's clothes, mimicked them, and drunk Zhen's expensive wine. But after that… everything was a blackout!
Just then, the door burst open. Zhen walked in. His face was hard as stone, but the strange jealousy and anger in his eyes were clearly visible.
Zhen (in a sharp voice): "Awake, Mrs. Korean Star?"
Aanya (stammering): "Zhen… my head… what happened last night? I only remember drinking your wine and we were dancing… what happened after that?"
Zhen's temper shot to the seventh sky. He wasn't angry that she drank the wine—he was furious that the 'kiss' which had stolen his sleep last night held no existence in Aanya's memory!
Zhen (stepping closer and shouting): "You don't remember? Of course you don't! Why would you remember! The spectacle you created last night in front of my mother and your mother—you won't be able to repay that in seven lifetimes. You made me do the 'chicken dance,' spilled wine on my 2-million shirt, and the biggest thing…"
Zhen stopped midway. He didn't want to reveal his weakness by mentioning that kiss. It burned him that Aanya had kissed him thinking he was Jungkook.
Aanya (innocently): "What biggest thing? Did I break something else?"
Zhen (face flushed with anger): "Yes! You broke my patience! Take off my shirt right now. You have ruined it."
Aanya (looking at her shirt in shock): "What? Right now? Here? Have you gone mad? How can I take off my shirt in front of you? You go outside, I'll change!"
Zhen (stepping closer, staring into her eyes): "Last night you were opening my shirt buttons with full rights and shouting 'Jungkook, Jungkook.' What happened now? Feeling shy?"
Aanya's face turned pink with embarrassment. "I… I did that? And who is this Jungkook?"
Grinding his teeth, Zhen turned his face away. He hated that Aanya didn't remember that magical moment at all.
Zhen (in a cold voice): "Get out and get ready. Mom and your mother are waiting for your 'trial' downstairs. And remember… if you take that Korean's name again after today, no one will be worse than me!"
As soon as Aanya saw Zhen leave, she gently touched her cheeks and a shy smile spread across her face. She giggled softly to herself.
Aanya (softly, to herself): "Oh my God… what a dream! I can't believe I kissed Jungkook in my dream! His lips… they felt completely real. Aanya, you are so lucky!"
Zhen, who had paused near the door, heard this. Another volcano of jealousy erupted inside him. She kissed me and is giving the credit to that Korean?
He turned sharply and walked back to Aanya's bedside. His shadow fell over her, making Aanya freeze.
Zhen (in a cold, heavy voice): "Stop dreaming and face reality. In exchange for ruining my 2-million shirt, I want compensation right now. 2 million rupees, Mrs. Yan."
Aanya (eyes wide): "Whaaat? 2 million? Zhen, was that just a shirt or golden armor? And look… (pointing to the bandage on her forehead, acting innocent) I'm badly injured! I'm wounded, and you're asking money from a patient?"
Aanya made her voice sound even more pitiful, like a helpless maid.
Aanya: "Zhen… look, I'm your wife anyway, even if only for a one-year contract. Can't you show a little mercy to your 'wife'? I do all the housework—cooking, taking care of cleaning… like a servant! Can't you deduct this money from my 'salary'? Reduce it a little… please?"
She looked at Zhen with her big eyes, hoping his stone heart would melt.
Zhen (leaning closer, looking deeply into her eyes): "Housework? Servant? Aanya, there are 20 servants in this villa. The only thing you do is create trouble. And as for a discount…"
Zhen's gaze fell on the lips he had tasted last night. His jealousy still hadn't calmed.
Zhen (in a teasing tone): "There is another way to repay the 2-million debt. But for that, you'll have to forget Jungkook's name. Are you ready?"
Aanya's heart pounded loudly. She couldn't understand what Zhen meant.