Tami's POV An hour ago... My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to maintain a calm exterior. I could feel the soft fabric of my dress swishing around my legs, a modern creation with a hint of classic elegance, designed to make an impression. I was not sure about the dress considering Mihir's response to my nightwear that night. But mom insisted that I must wear it as he got them for me. Wearing the dress, as I turned slightly, I caught sight of my reflection in a mirror and noticed the back of my dress. It was almost completely backless, a daring choice for me.The dress hugged my curves in all the right places, accentuating my figure far more than I was used to. The deep back revealed smooth skin framed by shimmering lace, and the jewelry Mihir had given me, set off the outfit perfectly. The diamonds caught the light and cast a soft, ethereal glow around me. I felt a surge of confidence mixed with a touch of vulnerability. I wanted to appear strong and beautiful, to catch Mihir

Tami's POV "Jiju, there is no one else, will you please dance with me?" Sri asked him after the dance ended. He couldn't refuse, and they went to the dance floor together. Vihan had been flirting with me, making me smile, but it was Mihir I wanted to be close to.Finally, Mahi and Ron Jiju managed to get him to dance with me. My heartbeat increased. As we danced, I felt a mixture of emotions. His hands on my waist sent shivers through me, and I couldn't help but feel every touch intensely. It was like my body was tuned to his, every movement making my heart race.We danced closely, and I could feel his breath on my skin. His presence was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but shudder every time he pulled me closer. It was confusing, this mix of longing and frustration. I loved him, but he seemed so distant, so conflicted." Thanks for the gifts," I said. “You look... different tonight,” he said, his voice low and steady.I looked up into his eyes, trying to gauge his mood. “Is that

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

Tami's POV Once ready, I decided to check on Dad before leaving. I walked down the stairs, my steps light and my mood uplifted by the productive start to the day. But as I approached the living room, a chill ran down my spine. Dad was seated on the couch, but something was wrong. His face was contorted in pain, his hand clutching his chest."Dad!" I screamed, rushing to his side. His breathing was erratic, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and agony. He was having a cardiac arrest. Panic surged through me, but I knew I had to stay calm. My mind raced, recalling every bit of first-aid knowledge I had. I called out to the servants, my voice trembling but firm. They responded swiftly, their panic evident but controlled by the urgency of the situation.As we moved to help Dad, I noticed a set of papers clutched in his other hand. Divorce papers. My heart sank as I realized Mihir must have sent them. The shock of receiving such devastating news must have triggered his heart attack. I

Mihir's POV My phone rang again, pulling me from my reverie. It was Vihan. Something in the pit of my stomach told me this wasn’t a social call. I picked up, my voice betraying my impatience.“Mihir, where are you?” Vihan’s voice was urgent, strained. “Your dad has been admitted to the hospital. He had a massive heart attack.”The world seemed to stop. The coffee cup slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor. “What? How? Is he... is he okay?” My voice trembled with fear.“He is critical. You need to get here immediately.”The Rush to the Hospital I sprang to my feet, my heart pounding as I rushed to my car. The drive to the hospital was a blur, my mind a whirlwind of fear and regret. How could this have happened? My father, the strongest man I knew, lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life. And here I was, caught up in petty revenge and marital strife.As I navigated through traffic, memories of my father flooded my mind. He had always been there for me, guiding me with wisd