Chapter 76

Mihir's POV

As Tami returned with a broom and dustpan, silently cleaning up the broken glass, I watched her, a storm of conflicting emotions raging within me. I was furious at Gauravi for leaving, furious at myself for agreeing to this marriage, and furious at Tami for being the unwitting recipient of my displaced anger. The sight of her quietly tending to the mess I had caused stirred something in me, but I quickly buried it beneath my resentment.

In my mind, I replayed the events leading up to this moment. My Mom had pressured me into this marriage with Tami after Gauravi eloped with Shlok, a betrayal that had shattered my world. Tami's agreement to marry me felt like a betrayal too, as if she was complicit in this cruel twist of fate. I could not let them have their way so easily.

So I had tried to keep Gauravi's presence alive through her pictures, a form of silent rebellion against the life imposed on me. But now, with Tami's images everywhere, it felt like I was losing even t