After the triumph in Seoul, Arin and Seo-Young's victory march crossed the Atlantic. Madison Square Garden in New York was packed to its limits. For the first time in history, a Bangladeshi–Korean duo was holding a concert of this magnitude on American soil.
Before the concert even began, the massive digital screens of Times Square displayed nothing but Arin and Seo-Young. To the youth of America, Arin had become a new global sensation. They had given her a name of their own—"The Eastern Queen."
The concert opened with a futuristic, electronic atmosphere. When Arin stepped onto the stage wearing a shimmering silver jacket and jeans, the crowd erupted. She raised her voice and shouted in English,
"Hello NYC! Are you ready to see the magic of Bangladesh and Korea?"
The biggest surprise came when Seo-Young didn't just dance—he rapped live alongside Arin. His deep, commanding rap blended perfectly with Arin's melodic voice, shaking Madison Square Garden to its core. As the ten performers took over the stage in full hip-hop style, even the American audience rose from their seats and danced along.
At one point, Seo-Young pulled Arin close and walked to the very edge of the stage. Thousands of camera flashes lit them up. In that moment, Arin realized she no longer belonged to just one country—she belonged to the world. Seo-Young leaned in and whispered,
"Do you see this, Arin? Tonight, all of New York is bowing at your feet."
Midway through the concert, a breaking news headline appeared on the giant screen:
"Arin & Seo-Young's new single hits #1 on the US Billboard Hot 100!"
For the first time, a South Asian woman had reached the top spot. Overwhelmed with emotion, Arin hugged Seo-Young on stage and burst into tears as the American crowd roared in celebration.
At the end of the show, Arin made a powerful announcement—the final concert of their world tour would take place in her homeland, Bangladesh. Seo-Young added that they would establish a large music academy for underprivileged children there.
That night in New York became the greatest night of their lives. They proved that with talent and determination, conquering the world from Dhaka to Seoul to New York was only a matter of time.
After the concert, an extraordinary moment unfolded on stage. The Mayor of New York and leading figures from the global music industry joined them. The world watched live as the giant screen displayed:
"Honoring the Icons of Unity."
Each member of the team was awarded a Golden Global Music Badge, an honor reserved for artists who unite cultures through music. When Arin received her badge, the entire arena stood in respect. With trembling emotion, she spoke into the microphone:
"This badge is not just mine. It belongs to every dreamer who is told that people from small cities cannot conquer the world. Today, I stand here proudly as a Bangladeshi on the global stage."
When Seo-Young received his badge, he raised it toward Arin and said to the media,
"I am Seo-Young, but this victory belongs to Arin more than anyone. She taught me that talent deserves more respect than power."
As all ten performers lifted their badges together, the sight moved the audience to tears. Across social media, the moment went viral instantly. From that day on, Arin was no longer just a singer—she became a global ambassador.
Later backstage, Seo-Young held Arin close and said softly,
"It's time to go home. It's time to return to the land you belong to."
After conquering America, Arin followed the pull of her roots. When Seo-Young's private jet landed at Hazrat Shahjalal International Airport in Dhaka, thousands awaited them, holding national flags and Arin's portraits. Stepping onto Bangladeshi soil, Arin bowed down in gratitude. Tears filled every eye as flower garlands were placed around their necks. The city was covered with banners welcoming their princess home.
The final and grandest concert was held at Dhaka's Army Stadium. Fifty thousand people filled the stadium, while hundreds of thousands more watched from giant screens across the city. The entire concert was charity-based, with all proceeds donated to orphaned children.
When Arin appeared on stage wearing a modern red-and-green sari-inspired outfit, the music began with "Amar Sonar Bangla." The stadium stood in salute. What followed was their iconic fusion performance—Bangla and Korean culture moving as one.
Mid-dance, Seo-Young surprised everyone by speaking fluent Bangla:
"I love your daughter deeply. Arin is my life."
The crowd erupted in joy as the two danced together, symbolizing the unity of two nations.
At the end, holding hands at the front of the stage, Arin pointed toward the distance and said,
"From a small rooftop in Dhaka, I dreamed of this moment. If I can do it, so can you."
Fireworks filled the sky as Arin, Seo-Young, and their team struck their final pose. This journey was more than a love story—it was an epic of two hearts, two cultures, and two nations becoming one.
The girl from Dhaka had conquered the world, and with her prince beside her, stepped into a new future.After the massive concert at Dhaka's Army Stadium ended, Arin and Seo-Young didn't go to any luxury hotel. Instead, they headed straight to the modest house in Arin's old neighborhood. Seo-Young wanted to see her roots up close—to understand where her strength truly came from.
As the car entered the narrow lanes of the neighborhood, neighbors stared in disbelief through iron window grills. Someone as globally famous as Seo-Young visiting their area felt unreal. When Arin knocked on her own front door, her hands trembled.
The door opened to reveal her parents. Without saying a word, Arin wrapped her arms around her mother and broke down in tears. After so long, the familiar scent of her mother washed away all her exhaustion. Standing beside her, Seo-Young respectfully took Arin's father's hand and bowed his head in a traditional Korean gesture of respect.
They gathered in the small drawing room. Though Seo-Young was accustomed to expensive sofas, he chose to sit on a simple woven mat beside Arin's father. Arin's mother brought homemade pitha and semai, prepared with her own hands.
In broken Bangla, Seo-Young smiled and said,
"Ma… the pitha is very delicious."
Hearing Bangla from him, Arin's father laughed warmly and replied,
"Son, I raised my daughter through many hardships. Please take care of her."
Holding her father's hand firmly, Seo-Young said,
"I know Arin is a part of your heart. I promise she will remain the light of my life forever."
Arin's mother gently placed her hand on Arin's head, then rested it on Seo-Young's forehead in prayer. In that moment, Arin realized that no grand concert or golden award could compare to the peace of sitting beside her parents in this small room.
Later that night, Arin took Seo-Young up to the old rooftop where she once dreamed alone under the sky. Bathed in moonlight, she looked toward her home and said softly,
"This is where my journey began."
Seo-Young wrapped her in his arms and replied,
"From today, there are no trainees, no directors—only love."
There was no royal celebration in that simple house, but there was a meeting of vast hearts. Arin's parents accepted Seo-Young as their son-in-law, and Seo-Young found a new family.
Three days later, it was time for Arin to return to Korea. Those three days were spent like ordinary people—eating street fuchka, riding rickshaws, and walking through familiar streets. Seo-Young cherished every moment of Bangladesh.
At Hazrat Shahjalal International Airport, the farewell was heavy with emotion. Arin's mother packed homemade naru and pickles for her journey. Arin bowed to touch her father's feet. He hugged her tightly and said,
"My child, you are no longer just our daughter—you are the pride of our country. Take care of yourself."
Seo-Young bowed deeply before her father and said,
"Please don't worry. Arin won't be alone in Korea. I promise we'll bring you to Seoul very soon."
As their private jet lifted toward Seoul, Arin watched Dhaka shrink beneath the clouds. Tears filled her eyes, but her smile carried victory. Seo-Young squeezed her hand and whispered,
"Why are you crying? We're starting our new life."
Upon arrival in Korea, thousands of fans welcomed them at Incheon Airport. As Arin stepped onto Korean soil, she felt it was her second home now—not as a trainee, but as a global superstar and future empress of this empire.
They returned directly to Seo-Young's grand bungalow. From ordinary life back to royalty—yet Arin carried her mother's sweets and her father's blessings with her.
The next morning, the company announced the wedding date and the next phase of the world tour. Standing before her dressing mirror, Arin saw her reflection—the girl from Dhaka now walking hand in hand with Seoul's prince toward world domination.
At last, the long-awaited day arrived. Arin and Seo-Young's royal wedding was held at Seoul's most luxurious Grand Palace, broadcast live across the world.
Arin's gown was no ordinary wedding dress. Designed by elite Parisian and Seoul designers, the pure white gown was embedded with thousands of diamonds and pearls. Its train was so long that ten attendants carefully carried it behind her, as if a cloud of white silk followed her steps.
Her makeup was flawless, crafted by the world's top artists. A diamond tiara—Seo-Young's gift—rested on her head. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Arin looked like a fairy descended from a dream. Victory shone in her eyes, magic on her lips.
Seo-Young waited at the altar in a regal black suit. When Arin slowly approached with the help of her attendants, he forgot how to breathe. Tears glistened in his eyes—never had he imagined the simple girl from Dhaka would stand before him like this.
As the dress was arranged on the stage, they exchanged rings amid thunderous applause and flashing cameras. Seo-Young spoke into the microphone,
"From today, Arin is not only my wife—she is an equal partner in my empire. She taught me that love knows no borders."
Flower petals and fireworks filled the hall. Arin rested her head on Seo-Young's shoulder, her long journey finally fulfilled. The girl who once walked Dhaka's alleys now reigned as the queen of Seoul.
During the celebrations, the long-awaited bouquet toss took place. Arin stood at the center of the stage, carefully holding her gown. Behind her stood her ten performer friends and many unmarried women. Among them, Min-Ji—Arin's closest companion—watched with sparkling eyes.
Smiling, Arin turned around, silently wishing the blessing would reach Min-Ji. She threw the bouquet high into the air. As everyone reached, Min-Ji leaped forward and caught it perfectly.
Tears and laughter followed. Arin ran to hug her tightly.
Min-Ji cried, "Arin! I can't believe it. Will your success touch my life too?"
Arin smiled, "Of course. Without you, I wouldn't be standing here today."
Seo-Young joined them as applause filled the hall. Surrounded by friends, Arin leaned into his arms, her crown glittering.
The impossible love story between a dreamer from Dhaka and a powerful man from Seoul finally reached its beautiful ending. Above them, Seoul's night sky shimmered with countless stars—each one blessing Arin and Seo-Young's new life together.