It was a night of celebration for the grand opening of his new clothing brand store on the corner, Mr. Sethya, the son of a wealthy family, hailed from a lineage that owned prestigious antique shops in the city.
Their business was renowned for its timeless treasures, further cementing the family's status and influence in the region.
Friends and well-wishers filled the space. Sethya, a strikingly handsome man in his early 30s, faced cameras flashed throughout the event, capturing countless moments.
Finally, it was his turn to pose with his beloved partner, Dara—a late 20s man with a man bun of brown hair, exuding charm in a dark gray suit.
As the pair stood confidently against the SRS Shop backdrop, the crowd buzzed, snapping photos like a press conference. There was also a brief flash from a camera hidden inside a small gift box, which almost no one noticed.
Everyone at the party knew the story of Dara and Sethya—a couple whose bond had grown over years of working together. Dara had started in the digital marketing field, while Sethya managed human resources at the same previous company. Their love story unfolded long before Sethya ventured out to launch his own clothing brand, solidifying their place as a power couple in both work and life.
Their love, though cherished by those who knew, remained hidden from their families.
Sethya, who already saw himself as Dara's husband, made sure to address everyone at the party with a firm warning.
"Hey, everyone, as you know our situation, right? Please, at all costs, don't let a single photo of Dara end up on social media in an inappropriate way. OK?"
The crowd responded with a collective, "OK, OK," understanding the gravity of his request and the need for discretion.
Dara felt deeply blessed and grateful to have Seth, his beloved partner, by his side.
Seth continued, his tone calm yet determined, "It doesn't mean we'll keep this a secret forever. It just means we'll wait for the right time... but not now."
Before Dara could respond, a man in his mid-30s spoke up with reassurance, known as Bunrong, he was the charismatic owner of the neighborhood coffee shop.
"No worries, Seth, Dara! We're all your loyal friends here, right, everyone?"
"Yes, of course," the crowd echoed, their voices filled with support and understanding.
"Get married!"
Suddenly, a voice rang out, cutting through the chatter. Everyone turned to see the source—a woman beaming with excitement. She is known as Leakena, a pretty girl in her mid 20s.
"Get married!" she repeated joyfully, gesturing toward Dara and Sethya.
Her enthusiasm was contagious, and soon the entire crowd joined in, echoing her words. "Get married! Get married!" they chanted, filling the room with laughter and cheers.
Both men exchanged warm smiles, their laughter blending with the joyful cheers around them. The teasing chants only deepened their bond, and as their eyes met, they knew the celebration was far from over.
They couldn't wait to slip away from the crowd and continue their night together, in the quiet intimacy of their private, romantic world.
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In the quiet of their room, Dara and Sethya lay together on the bed, cuddled up in each other's arms. The world outside faded as they shared a peaceful moment, their love filling the stillness.
As the final moments of opening day drew to a close, Seth, who lived alone in his apartment, extended an invitation to Dara. He spent the night, and when morning came, he quietly brewed two cups of coffee, the rich aroma filling the room.
Seth, dressed in nothing but shorts, carried two steaming cups of coffee up to his master bedroom on the first floor. Dara lay undisturbed in peaceful slumber, unaware of the quiet gesture unfolding beside him.
The soft clink of the cups against the table stirred Dara from his sleep. He blinked, his gaze drifting to Seth, who stood there with a warm smile.
"How was your night?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Dara leaned back against the headboard, stretching slightly as he answered, "It's great."
Seth leaned closer, his breath warm against Dara's face as he asked softly, "Did you like it?"
Dara chuckled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "So good!" he replied, then pressed a kiss to Seth's forehead, adding a quiet, affectionate touch to his response.
"Next time, you're the lead!" Seth said with a playful grin.
"Ok," Dara replied, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.
They sat side by side on the sofa, their bodies close, each sipping their coffee in comfortable silence. The warmth of the morning lingered between them, a quiet moment before they parted for their separate workdays.
***
In today's vast social media landscape, a shocking revelation has taken the online community by storm. A brief video of Dara and Sethya, captured during an intimate night together, has surfaced, leaving many in disbelief.
Dara was in his office, surrounded by colleagues, brainstorming ideas for new product promotions. The air was filled with focused chatter until a male staff member suddenly approached him.
"Dara," he called, his voice cutting through the noise.
Dara looked up, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Come with me," the man said, giving a subtle gesture for Dara to follow him out.
"What's wrong, Vuthy?" Dara asked, his voice tinged with concern as he followed the man outside.
Vuthy turned to face him, his expression serious. He handed Dara his phone, the screen showing a video clip. Dara glanced at it, his body immediately stiffening as a cold tremor ran through him.
"Is that you?" Vuthy asked softly, his face etched with a mixture of apology and disbelief.
Dara's mouth went dry, unable to find the words. His face flushed a deep red, the weight of shock and pain settling over him like a heavy cloud.
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At the SRS clothing shop, Sethya sat in his room, trying to maintain composure, though his mind was in turmoil. The chaos outside seemed to echo inside his head, but he forced himself to stay still.
His phone on the table buzzed incessantly, a flurry of messages and calls flooding in, each one adding to the tension building in his chest.
He sat there, trying to make sense of it all. Why? Who set up the secret camera in my house? The question replayed over and over in his mind, but no answer came.
Sethya couldn't accept what was happening, the fury rising within him uncontrollably. His phone rang again, another call.
He grabbed it, his hands trembling, and glanced at the screen. Without a second thought, he threw it across the room in anger, his frustration spilling over.
"WTF!"
A few minutes later, a female staff member knocked lightly before entering, holding her phone in her hand.
"Brother, your mother called me," she said, her tone cautious.
Sethya's expression shifted instantly, his anger momentarily fading. He took a deep breath before accepting the phone, his demeanor now more controlled, though the storm inside him still raged.
"Yes, Mom?" Sethya answered, his voice tight.
His mother's voice erupted from the other end, filled with anger. "What's going on? What were you doing?"
"Mom! I'll sort it out," Sethya replied, trying to keep calm.
"How?" she demanded.
"I… I don't know yet, but I will," he muttered, frustration leaking into his voice.
His mother's tone grew sharper. "See? This is what you've been fighting against us for?"
"...Mom, I'm sorry," he whispered, guilt weighing on him.
"Come home now!" she commanded, her voice brokering no argument.
"..."
"Now!"