bangchan

The grand lobby was pure chaos, but the second Bang Chan walked through the doors, everything fell quiet. Exhausted from his flight to India, he looked completely overwhelmed—until his eyes landed on you standing in the receiving line, holding a marigold garland and offering a calm, warm smile. "Welcome to India, Mr. Bang," you said softly, handing him the welcome drink. As your fingers brushed, his tired expression completely vanished, replaced by a genuine, dimpled smile. He lingered for a moment, unable to take his eyes off you. Two days later, your front desk phone rang for the third time that morning.