Third person's POV As Tami settled into her new surroundings, a sense of hesitation crept over her. She knew that her wedding night would not be an easy one, as Mihir was still grappling with the pain and betrayal of Gaurvi's elopement. She could sense his anger and hurt. She knew that their journey together would be fraught with challenges and obstacles, but she was determined to stand by his side through it all. With a silent prayer in her heart, she braced herself for the difficult conversations and heartfelt emotions that lay ahead, knowing that their love would ultimately prevail.********As Mihir stepped into the elegantly decorated room, his heart weighed heavy with resentment and anger. The sight before him once meant to be a sanctuary for love and intimacy, now served as a painful reminder of the betrayal he had endured. Every flickering candle and every fragrant flower seemed to mock him, a cruel reminder of the love he had lost.His eyes fell upon the figure standing by
Gautami's POV Silently, I went to the washroom and slipped into the nightdress, the soft fabric clung to my curves in all the right places... Or maybe in the wrong place in this situation. I was sure that Mihir would not approve of me wearing such sensuous nightwear, but I couldn't bear the thought of wearing anything else as the lehenga was very heavy and all the other dresses were also very heavy to be worn while sleeping and nightdresses were even more sensuous. Though I was in no mood to pretend to be Gaurvi, as I was not her, I had no other option at the moment. She always liked to dress up very elegantly but a bit sensuously. I was fine with a soft night suit but the problem was there was none in the bag. Hesitantly, I came out of the bathroom and Mihir's eyes narrowed as he watched me, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice sharp with disapproval.My heart raced as I met his gaze, my hands trembling slightly
Tami's POV " What the hell!! What are you planning to do?? " He asked. " Nothing!! Stop saying all that. I didn't do anything, this bag was packed for my sister, not for me. I have no intention of doing anything to you. You were supposed to get married today, you are 26, and I am 22, didn't even know that I was getting married today. It is more of a shock for me than it was for you. So stop behaving like that. " I said getting upset. " Whatever!! You can keep wearing it for the night and get some clothes of your own in the morning, the very modest ones... Or are you in the habit of taking what belongs to your sister? " His words and tone were dripping with sarcasm. " See, I understand that you are hurt but you can't judge and talk to me like this. " I said as I was getting hurt now. " Stay away from me if You don't want me to judge you. Because you may have managed to become my wife in the eyes of everyone, but you will never get me. The way, I am craving for love in my life,
Gautami's POV It was not like I wanted him to leave Gaurvi and fall in love with me. But I always felt that he loved her but she didn't love him back, he was still just her best friend. I don't know why that day I did not feel like meeting all of them when they were comfortable with him so I got myself busy with a project that I had to submit in my college. It was my last project that was to be submitted to the college as I had completed my post-graduation, I had already given my final exams and was about to join the hospital for my internship as a dietician like my Mom. After some time, I heard a commotion outside and when I went out to see what was wrong, I saw that Dad and Gaurvi were arguing and then Sri told me that she refused to marry Mihir as she was in love with someone else. I could not believe what I heard as it seemed to be absolutely impossible. She couldn't be in love with him, but she did claim that she loved him, not Mihir. The arguments went on and on. Finally,
Mihir's POVI watched as Gaurvi’s efforts to awaken her sister proved futile. With a resigned smile, she turned to me, her eyes conveying a silent plea for assistance. At that moment, I understood the unspoken request and nodded in agreement. I gently lifted Tami from the car, cradling her in my arms as I carried her inside. Her head rested against my chest, and the rhythmic cadence of her breathing lulled me into a contemplative silence.As I laid her on the bed, a soft murmur escaped her lips, barely audible yet laden with heartfelt sincerity. My breath caught in my throat as her words reached my ears, a confession spoken in the vulnerable realm of dreams. Tami professed her love for me, her voice infused with a yearning that echoed through the room. Shock coursed through my veins, freezing me in place as I grappled with the magnitude of her revelation.In that fleeting moment, the boundaries of our reality blurred, and I found myself adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Tami’s words hu
Third person's POV At the Khanna's hotel after Bidayi... Tami's cousins and friends were looking for her for the entire wedding but her dad Gautam Jindal and Maurvi Jindal had to say that she was not feeling well and was taking a rest but now after the Bidayi everyone started looking for Tami again as it was weird that she didn't attend the wedding. When Siddh asked his uncle Gautam about it, he said she was sent to the hospital. Siddh and Sri found it weird but they didn't have time to argue due to so many guests. But Siddh called the hospital and asked but she was not admitted there. " Uncle, are you hiding something?? Where is Tami?? She is not at the hospital. I called at the hospital to enquire about her condition. But they said that she was not there. " " We have many guests here, let's go home, we will discuss it later on. " Gautam said firmly. So once they all went home, Siddh raised the question again. In the quiet solitude of their home, Maurvi and Gautam sat their fa
Shahs' mansion...Next morning. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow into the room, Tami stirred from her sleep. Blinking away the remnants of dreams, she realized with a jolt that today marked the beginning of her new life as a wife, albeit under unexpected circumstances.Slowly, she turned her head to glance at the couch, where her newly wedded husband lay. He appeared still lost in slumber, his features softened by the morning light. Tami couldn't help but admire the way the sunlight played across his face, casting gentle shadows and highlighting his chiseled jawline.Trying to suppress the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, Tami quietly slid out of bed, mindful not to disturb him. She tiptoed towards the bathroom, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and anticipation for the day ahead.Meanwhile, As the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow into the room, Mihir reluctantly stirred from his sleep. H
Third person's POV Yet, despite his best efforts to distance himself, he couldn't help but notice the hurt in Tami's eyes, a reflection of his pain mirrored back at him. Guilt gnawed at him as he realized that he should not be rude to her, she could have refused to marry him. Maybe he should even see the depth of her sacrifice, stepping into the role of his bride out of duty even after he yelled at her and accused her that she was responsible for all this. She could have refused to get married after he threatened her that he would never accept her, but she chose to accept all this. Their interactions were strained, filled with awkward silences and tense moments as they navigated the shared space. Tami was a bit depressed and each passing glance served as a painful reminder of the chasm between them, a divide that seemed quite impossible to bridge for her at the moment, but she thought of giving it her best shot.She came out after getting freshened and then she opened the bag to fin