Tami's POV I got ready wearing a beautiful Indian outfit and some nice elegant jewelry that my mom had got for me. Combed my long straight hair and was ready in less than 10 minutes. He came back to the room and said, " We need to talk. " " No, you have already said a lot for the day, I don't want to talk to you," I said and went out immediately. We ventured to Mom's cherished spot for dinner, basking in the cozy ambiance that enveloped us like a warm embrace. Amidst the flickering candlelight, Mom and Dad shared tender glances that spoke volumes of their enduring love, reminiscent of my own dear parents."Dance with me, my love?" Dad's voice, filled with affection, cut through the melodic notes floating in the air. Mom's reply was swift yet gentle, redirecting his attention towards me. Despite my initial hesitation, Dad's outstretched hand beckoned me, and with a shy smile, I placed mine in his.As we swayed to the rhythm of the music, Dad's steps faltered, prompting laughter to
Mihir's POV. The first morning after the wedding. As I stepped into the room, my gaze immediately fixated on her figure, draped in a saree, her wet hair glistening under the light. I watched, captivated as if seeing her for the first time. I was looking at her wearing a saree for the first time and it draped her like beauty and elegance personified, and that accentuated her innocence and beauty. She didn't notice my presence until the sound of my footsteps interrupted the silence and snapped her out of her reverie. Startled, she turned suddenly, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized I was there. At that moment, a few droplets of water from her wet hair landed softly on me as she turned quickly and our eyes met. In that moment, time stood still. I could feel his heart racing, his breath caught in his throat.Despite my inner turmoil and the weight of the situation, I couldn't deny that she was very beautiful. Caught off guard by the unexpected intimacy of the moment, I co
Mihir's POV " Please take good care of her, she is very sweet and caring. Please try to make her feel comfortable. I know you loved Gaurvi, but she didn't. Now you are married to Tami, so please start your life afresh. I swear, I will beat you to a pulp if I get to know that you don't treat her well or misbehave. " He gave me a subtle warning. Mom asked Tami to come with her and she went away. I assured Siddh that I would treat her well. After a few minutes, Tami came back wearing a pretty Indian dress. She looked... Nice." Aww... You are looking so pretty, Tami. Isn't it, Jiju?" Sri asked and I had to nod." When did you grow up into such a pretty girl?? " Kabir, her maternal cousin teased her, she just blushed and looked at me. I was getting uneasy but didn't know what was the reason for it. They all left after telling all of us to come for dinner, but Mom said that they had a lot of things to do but I would definitely come for dinner. Once they left, Ron kept teasing me that
Mihir's POV In the evening Mom sent me to Jindal mansion. Since my childhood, that house had been my favorite place to go as my Gaurvi lived there, but today, I didn't want to go there. But I was in such a situation that I could not avoid it even if I wanted to. Her memories were haunting me. Everyone looked very excited to see me there. The lavish feast laid out by Maurvi Aunty, a harmonious blend of North Indian and Gujarati flavors, spoke volumes of familial warmth and inclusion, a gesture meant to embrace me as one of their own. Despite the genuine hospitality extended towards me, beneath the surface, a torrent of emotions churned - memories of my love lost and the weight of familial expectations intertwined, casting a shadow over the festivities.Though I indulged in the culinary delights with outward enthusiasm, inwardly, my heart remained heavy with unresolved sentiments. Each smile I offered was a delicate facade, masking the ache of past wounds that lingered just beneath the
Mihir's POV For in the confines of our shared space, I found solace in her presence, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that tethered us together. And as she retreated to the couch, I couldn't help but feel the weight of her sacrifice, a testament to the depths of her love.In the hushed stillness of the night, I grappled with guilt but slipped into slumber almost instantly. In the soft glow of dawn's early light, I stirred from my slumber, hearing a strange sound, the remnants of sleep still clinging to my weary eyes. As I opened them, my gaze fell upon her, curled up on the floor, the carpet's embrace offering little solace from the chill in the air.Oh, God!! Concern etched my brow as I approached her, my steps gentle, not wanting to disturb her delicate repose. Kneeling beside her, I reached out a hand, feeling the coolness of her skin against my fingertips.I saw her hair falling on her face. With a tender touch, I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my heart felt bad at
Mihir's POV I called the lawyer who was taking care of the legal issues of our empire. I wanted to meet regarding something. I called him to set up a meeting, he said that he was on leave but I told him it was urgent. I wanted to consult him about something, but Tami came into the room but waited when she saw me talking over the phone. I was still talking to him when the doorbell rang. Tami rushed outside immediately. Who could have come at this time? Tami was standing there, looking downwards. Who was there?? I went to stand by her and was surprised to see Gaurvi and Shlok with their fathers at my place. Gaurvi and Shlok were standing in front of my parents and apologizing to them. Why have they come here now?? I wanted to beat Shlok. I rushed downwards and saw Tami running After me. I heard all of them arguing especially my Dad and Sahil uncle. Just then I heard Gaurvi coming to stop the argument. She said that she never loved me and didn't want to marry me but I insisted. Oh
Mihir's POV As we left the office, my frustration spilled over, directed towards my unwanted wife. I made it clear that our marriage was nothing more than a formality dictated by circumstance, and I had no intention of allowing her to sway my emotions. Despite her silence, I knew she felt the sting of my words.Back home, her refusal to engage in confrontation only fueled my irritation. But as she maintained her composure, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for her resilience. Yet, I remained steadfast in my determination to sever ties as soon as legally possible.She wanted to go out without informing me of anything, I could not allow her to do that as we were newlywed, and everyone expected us to be inseparable. Her departure from the house, seemingly unfazed by my threats of divorce, left me feeling unsettled. Despite my efforts to assert control, she refused to conform to my expectations, further complicating an already tense situation.As I grappled with the impendi
Mihir's POV Gaurvi was the reason that I had to leave the hospital. As I had refused to go for our honeymoon and they didn't even force us as they all were aware of the situation well, I started going to Dad's office as I could not stay home for the whole day.I was pleasantly surprised to see that Mahi was there when I entered the house. " Hey, good to see you. I didn't know, you were coming or I would have come home earlier. " I rushed to hug her and just then Manik bhai and Ron also came to see me. " Wow!! Bhai, you are also here? " I said going towards Manik bhai. " We had to, as we were invited for a special dinner." Manik bhai said. He came all the way from Surat to Delhi for dinner?? But before I could ask, Ron started teasing me. " But it's not fair that you went to work, c'mon it's just the third day since you got married. " Ron said. " I can't stay at home for all the day and Dad needs some rest so I sent him home early while I stayed there. " " Mihir, you should