Mihir's POVit was afternoon and I was in the showroom, getting irritated as I was famished. Tami had prepared my favorite dishes but before she served my plate, Parshav came in and took the plate as if he had every right to do that. I was annoyed about how that idiot pulled the plate. He ate a bite and moaned loudly. She shook her head and served another plate for me but my mood was already spoiled because of that man, she gave it to me but I shook my head, and that idiot pulled even that plate. " He seems to be very health conscious, I don't mind even spending half of my day at the gym if I get to eat food prepared by you, Tami. " " Do you call all your interns so informally? You are still in the hospital and she is your intern you should call her Gautami. " I said. " It's okay, she is my best friend's sister. So I have always called her Tami as he does. " Really?? " Even if she is just like your kid sister, you... " I started saying but he looked shocked as if I had cursed

Mihir's POV After he left, Tami looked at me, her expression serious. “Mihir, what’s going on?”I sighed. “It’s nothing." There must be something as you asked him to go out with you. " " That's between us. " He said. " But you barely know each other..."" I just… I don’t like seeing him flirt with you.”She looked surprised. “ Oh!! Don't take him seriously, he’s just being friendly. That’s how he is.”“I know. It’s just… I don’t know,” I said, struggling to find the right words.Tami sat down next to me, her hand resting on mine. “Mihir, we may have married for convenience, but that doesn’t mean we can’t care about each other. If something bothers you, you need to tell me.”I looked into her eyes, seeing the sincerity there. “I just… I don’t like the idea of someone else trying to take your attention away... From dad. That man is always there with you, and when you come to take care of Dad, he follows you here as well. Why can't he leave you alone? Dad needs your attention more th

Mihir's POV I woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. For a moment, I was disoriented, unsure of where I was. Then I felt her, Tami, still pressed against me, her warmth enveloping me. Her arm was draped over my torso, our legs intertwined. I glanced down at her, her face so serene in sleep. She looked so delicate, almost ethereal, with her dark hair splayed across the pillow and her long, thick eyelashes resting softly on her cheeks.My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight of her so close to me. There was a strange sensation in my chest, a mixture of comfort and an electric thrill that I couldn't quite place. It was a feeling I had never experienced, not even with Gauravi. It was disconcerting yet somehow soothing, a paradox of emotions that left me both at ease and on edge.As if sensing my gaze, Tami stirred, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly woke up. She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light, and then she looked up at me. For a

Mihir's POV Tami took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Mihir, you're letting your anger control you. Gaurvi and Shlok's actions hurt you, I understand that. But taking it out on me isn't fair.""Fair? Do you think this is about being fair? But why would it bother you? Whatever they did was good for you, at least. I’m stuck in a marriage I never wanted because of their selfishness! In fact, both you and your sister are selfish. "Her eyes filled with tears, but she held her ground. "I never wanted to be a replacement, Mihir. But I've tried to make this work. For us. For your father. I thought we were making progress."Shit!! I didn't want to hurt her, I hated to see tears in her big beautiful eyes. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. " Well, Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this was a mistake." I wanted to apologize to her but could not frame the sentence with the right words. I should not have expected her not to talk to her sister and that Shlok were her family.The hurt in her