The Translator

15.Amara

When Tiana and Amara are talking assume its in English. NOW. On to the chapter...

The car pulled up to these massive gates. Namjoon lent over from the passenger side and pressed the button on the speaker.

"Hello, this is Namjoon from bts we're outside the gates," Namjoon said in English. "Oh, "The voice from the speaker said. "We have been expecting you."Then the gates opened.

"I'm pretty sure this is how all horror movies start, "Yoongi mumbled under his breath. Jimin jokingly hit his arm, "don't be so pessimistic."

As the car drove down the path, we could see the mansion. It seemed to be about 7 stories tall. We all looked at it in awe. "Somebody lives here?"Tae said.

Before anyone could answer the question music started to come from somewhere. We all made our way out of the car.

There were dozens of people coming off from the house playing tons of different instruments. "And I thought high school band was intense," I said. There were all marching in unison nobody missing a step or a beat.

 Then after all the instrument players came out, there were dancers.

They were all female; there must have been about fifty of them. All wearing matching outfits. Baggy red pants with a matching red bra and a gold headpiece. It was like we were in a Bollywood movie.

Then all the sudden the music stopped.

Then a woman came out in one of the matching dancer outfits except it was yellow. "She's Amara Dubashi, "Jungkook whispered.

Then she walked to us until she was about five feet away she smiled at us then did a dramatic turn and the music started up again. She was leading all the dancers. At this point, we were all clapping and shouting encouragements.

Amara and the dancers were all synchronized. Perfectly executed every move.

Then with the final beat of a drum, it ended.

"Hello, I'm the bride and your wonderful host Amara Dubashi."She said in Korean. "You speak Korean?"Jin asked surprised. She smiled. "Yes. Yes, I do I speak Korean, Hindi, Bengali, and English."She said."But enough about me thank you guys so much for coming. I'm a huge fan."She said smiling she tucked a piece of hair behind her eye.

It was clear she was a little nervous.

"Come," She said as she pointed to her house. "Let me give you a tour."

We all followed Amara into the huge mansion. And her house was amazing. She had 24 bedrooms 35 bathrooms. Three pools and two jacuzzis. A movie theater, gym, bowling ally, open bar and a library containing original copies of works from Shakespeare. She also had dozens of staff members that worked around the clock.

"So what local studio would be good for practicing our performance," Hobi asked. "There's no need I have a dance studio here too."She said casually.

Damn. Being rich must be nice.She then showed us all to our rooms so we could unpack.

Then there was a knock on the door.

I opened it expect it to be one of the boys, but instead, it was Amara.

"Hey," she said. "Can I ask you a question?" I opened the door more so she could come in. "Go ahead, "I replied.

"The performance was it too much," Amara said nervously. "It was perfect," I answered. "Ok, good," she smiled.

"Sooooo," Amara said hesitantly."You and Namjoon."

"What?Why?Where?When?How?... Who?"I said quickly.

Shit. I pretty much exposed myself. 

Amara just smiled knowingly. "I know something is going on between the two of you. You can tell by the way he looks at you."I shrugged trying to play it off. "How does he look at me?"

"Like you're the most beautiful girl in the world, "Amara replied earnestly.

"He was paying more attention to you then the dance," Amara said with a laugh. "I'm sorr-"I began. "No don't be, you found someone special. Just make sure to invite me to the wedding."Amara said. She probably meant it jokingly, but it reminded me too much of my dream.

"Sure," I said. There was no use in trying to deny it any longer.

"Yessss!"Amara exclaimed. "Tell.Me.Everything."

We sat down on my bed Amara sat criss-cross took a pillow and started clutching it for dear life. It was like we were having a middle school sleepover and talking about boys we liked.

So I told her everything that happened to Namjoon. She started squealing once I started talking about what happened in the hotel room. She put her face in a pillow to stifle her

 screams when I talked about how Namjoon and I almost joined the mile high club.

"I CAN'T," Amara yelped."This is like a wattpad book!"

I laughed lightly hit her leg."What, "She exclaimed."It's true."She snapped her fingers. "Props to you. If I weren't about to marry the love of my life, I would definitely be trying to get with Namjoon. He's my biased."Amara explained.

"So, "I said try to divert the conversation away from my life. "Tell me about your fiance."Amara eyes lit up."He's amazing. He's kind and funny. He doesn't like me because of my father's money. Which is rare. He's just truly the best."Amara said with a dreamy look.

"And don't try to change the subject!"Amara sassed. "Sorry," I said holding my hands up in a sign of surrender.

Amara took a deep sigh, "I'm still in shock that bts is in my house." she pointed to herself."I wonder what they're doing?"

THIS IS PROBS WHAT BTS IS DOING 😂. TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THINK ABOUT AMARA IN THE COMMENTS. WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT...