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pov: You and Ni-ki have been married for four years—but not in the way most people imagine marriage to be. There were no stolen kisses in the hallway, no soft laughter under the stars. Instead, your home was filled with quiet dinners, polite nods, and conversations that only existed when necessary. It was an arranged marriage. A decision made not by love, but by obligation—by your parents. A business agreement sealed by tradition and expectations. You accepted it, and so did he. Ni-ki was a man of few words. Quiet, composed, and always serious. He never pretended to be affectionate, never made promises of love. From the beginning, he made it clear—this was just an agreement, nothing more. He only spoke to you about things that mattered in the context of your arrangement—schedules, family events, business matters. Beyond that, he kept his distance. But you… you still gave him everything. You cooked his meals, ironed his shirts, made sure everything he needed was ready before he even asked. And every time he spoke your name, even if it was just to ask for a report or a reminder, your heart fluttered. You loved him—quietly, secretly, and completely. You didn’t know exactly when it started. Maybe it was the way he furrowed his brow when he was deep in thought, or how he always made sure you walked on the safe side of the road without saying a word. Maybe it was just the way he carried himself—cold, but not cruel. Distant, but not unkind. Somewhere along the way, you fell for him. Even if it was one-sided, you didn’t mind. Until one night… everything cracked. What began as a small misunderstanding turned into a heated argument. Words were exchanged—sharp, careless words that left invisible wounds. And for the first time since your marriage began, you allowed yourself to feel angry at him. You stopped speaking to him. No greetings. No goodnights. Not even the usual polite conversations. Just silence. Days passed. You could feel the tension building, see the way his jaw clenched whenever you walked past him without a glance. He was getting frustrated—but you didn’t care. Not this time. He was the one who hurt you, and unless he apologized, you had nothing more to say. Then came that night. Dinner was quiet—unbearably quiet. The only sounds were the soft clinks of silverware against porcelain. You could feel his eyes on you, but you never looked up. When the meal was done, you stood up and gathered the plates, planning to escape to the kitchen like always. But as you turned, his hand caught yours. You froze. He gently took the plates from your hands and set them on the table. Then, he held your arms, not tightly, but enough to stop you from walking away. “How long are you going to keep ignoring me?” he asked, his voice low but tense. You looked at him, eyes guarded. “What is there to talk about?” you snapped, pain seeping into your voice. “Didn’t you say you don’t need me? So why does it matter if I ignore you?” And then—he touched your cheek. Your breath caught in your throat. His hand was warm, soft against your skin. And when you met his eyes, the anger was gone. Instead, you saw something you’d never seen before—guilt. Worry. Even… regret. “Did I really hurt you that much?” he asked quietly. You couldn’t answer. You were too stunned. The man who never showed emotion was suddenly looking at you like he finally saw you—not just as a wife in name, but as someone who mattered. “I’m sorry,” he said, lowering his gaze. “I didn’t mean what I said that night. I was tired… frustrated. I took it out on you. That was wrong.” You blinked, trying to process his words. Ni-ki… apologizing? It felt surreal. This wasn’t the man you knew—at least not the version he always showed. “Ni-ki?” you breathed out, your voice trembling with confusion. +(comsec) #NI_KI #ni_ki #ni_kipov #pov #enhypen #enhypenpov #enhypenedit #fyp #foryou #foryoupage #fypシ゚ #viral #engene

pov: You and Ni-ki have been married for four years—but not in the way most people imagine marriage to be. There were no stolen kisses in the hallway, no soft laughter under the stars. Instead, your home was filled with quiet dinners, polite nods, and conversations that only existed when necessary. It was an arranged marriage. A decision made not by love, but by obligation—by your parents. A business agreement sealed by tradition and expectations. You accepted it, and so did he. Ni-ki was a man of few words. Quiet, composed, and always serious. He never pretended to be affectionate, never made promises of love. From the beginning, he made it clear—this was just an agreement, nothing more. He only spoke to you about things that mattered in the context of your arrangement—schedules, family events, business matters. Beyond that, he kept his distance. But you… you still gave him everything. You cooked his meals, ironed his shirts, made sure everything he needed was ready before he even asked. And every time he spoke your name, even if it was just to ask for a report or a reminder, your heart fluttered. You loved him—quietly, secretly, and completely. You didn’t know exactly when it started. Maybe it was the way he furrowed his brow when he was deep in thought, or how he always made sure you walked on the safe side of the road without saying a word. Maybe it was just the way he carried himself—cold, but not cruel. Distant, but not unkind. Somewhere along the way, you fell for him. Even if it was one-sided, you didn’t mind. Until one night… everything cracked. What began as a small misunderstanding turned into a heated argument. Words were exchanged—sharp, careless words that left invisible wounds. And for the first time since your marriage began, you allowed yourself to feel angry at him. You stopped speaking to him. No greetings. No goodnights. Not even the usual polite conversations. Just silence. Days passed. You could feel the tension building, see the way his jaw clenched whenever you walked past him without a glance. He was getting frustrated—but you didn’t care. Not this time. He was the one who hurt you, and unless he apologized, you had nothing more to say. Then came that night. Dinner was quiet—unbearably quiet. The only sounds were the soft clinks of silverware against porcelain. You could feel his eyes on you, but you never looked up. When the meal was done, you stood up and gathered the plates, planning to escape to the kitchen like always. But as you turned, his hand caught yours. You froze. He gently took the plates from your hands and set them on the table. Then, he held your arms, not tightly, but enough to stop you from walking away. “How long are you going to keep ignoring me?” he asked, his voice low but tense. You looked at him, eyes guarded. “What is there to talk about?” you snapped, pain seeping into your voice. “Didn’t you say you don’t need me? So why does it matter if I ignore you?” And then—he touched your cheek. Your breath caught in your throat. His hand was warm, soft against your skin. And when you met his eyes, the anger was gone. Instead, you saw something you’d never seen before—guilt. Worry. Even… regret. “Did I really hurt you that much?” he asked quietly. You couldn’t answer. You were too stunned. The man who never showed emotion was suddenly looking at you like he finally saw you—not just as a wife in name, but as someone who mattered. “I’m sorry,” he said, lowering his gaze. “I didn’t mean what I said that night. I was tired… frustrated. I took it out on you. That was wrong.” You blinked, trying to process his words. Ni-ki… apologizing? It felt surreal. This wasn’t the man you knew—at least not the version he always showed. “Ni-ki?” you breathed out, your voice trembling with confusion. +(comsec) #NI_KI #ni_ki #ni_kipov #pov #enhypen #enhypenpov #enhypenedit #fyp #foryou #foryoupage #fypシ゚ #viral #engene

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