Third person's POVIn the quiet room, the air hung heavy with tension as Gauravi hesitated, her eyes fixed on Mihir. "I can't hide this, Mihir. What if your family finds out later? What if they treat me differently? I don't want to start our life together with a secret."Mihir, determined yet gentle, took her hand. "Gauravi, I know my parents, my dad is impulsive but my mom is very sorted, my Bhai is an angel and you know Mahi, she would never treat you badly. I understand your concerns, so we shouldn't tell anyone because we can't control how they all will react. What matters is us, and our commitment to each other. We can get married first, and when the time is right, we'll share the truth. My parents will understand; they know how much I love you." He said. Gauravi looked at her dad to say something."Mihir, honesty is the foundation of any relationship. Deception, even with good intentions, can lead to complications. We've known your family for years. I don't want to jeopardize th
Gauravi's POVMom finally managed to send everyone, they all could not argue with Mom, so they all hugged me one by one and gave instructions to rest and not to worry about anything, before going away for the night.Everyone loved me so much... I had such a good and understanding family and friends. Everything was going so well in my family till the day I decided to go on that trip after my medical conference in Bengaluru, I was literally cursing the day, I went on that trip..." Beta... What are you thinking about?" Mom, I am sorry... " she burst into tears all of a sudden." Shhh!! Why are you saying that? " she asked me." I am really ashamed of what happened. I don't know what happened... He was so good and protective towards me there... If he was not there to save me, I would not have come back from that trip, but today... He... I am so sorry that you were embarrassed in front of your friends. I spoiled your relationship with both Shahs' and Malhotras' " I reply" Don't say anot
Third person's POV Shaurya was still thinking about all this when his phone started ringing. It was an unknown landline number from Karnataka. He picked up the call immediately." Hello, Shlok?? " He said. But he could hear a lot of noise on the other side." Shaurya? Have you reached home? " Shlok asked." Yes!! I came today, how are you?? " Shaurya replied. But the noise on the other side was like that of very bad weather. As if a storm was looming." What?? " He asked as he could not hear it." How are you? When are you coming back?" Shaurya repeated his question." I am fine, you tell me, how's everyone at home? I am missing everyone. How was your trip? " Shlok asked." It was good, I wanted to surprise everyone but I was shocked when I came home. " Shaurya said" What are you saying? I can't hear properly, a storm has hit the area. I may not be able to contact you for a few days as it is going to be bad. "" Wow!! We both are facing the storm..." Shaurya said." What do you mean
Gauravi's POV The next day when I went to the hospital, I told Mihir, Roohi, and Vihan about the conference." Hey, it is such a good idea, I also want to go but I don't have any conference there and can't take the vacation. " Roohi said." Gauravi, why don't you just attend the conference and come back, save the leaves for later, we are going to get married in a few months then we can use the leaves for the honeymoon. I want to go on a honeymoon for a month in Europe. Paris, Switzerland... " Mihir said." Oh, no, I want to see places around Bengaluru, especially, Hampi and after going to Bengaluru, I would not be able to resist going on a trip. And don't worry about the leave, I will talk to Dad and Vikram uncle. We can have a leave for a month. "" But I will worry about you being alone there. " He argued." I can manage on my own. Don't worry about me. " I assured him." We know, he is more worried about the people who will have to tolerate you being on your own. " Vihan said and
Gauravi's POV The journey commenced with a pickup from the hotel in Bangalore, the beautiful landscape unfolded outside the window, on road leading to Chitradurga.The arrival at Chitradurga Fort was met with awe as the imposing structure stood against the backdrop of rocky hills. The fort, a historical giant with many doors and carvings, welcomed me into its embrace.I traversed the fort's passages, imagining the lives that once thrived within these walls.The absence of a guide allowed my imagination to run wild, constructing narratives that echoed through time.The road to Hampi beckoned, promising a continuation of the historical saga. The overnight stay at the hotel became a tranquil interlude, a moment to unwind and prepare for the days that would unfold like chapters in a captivating novel.The journey had just begun, and I was excited for the next day.As the golden rays of dawn painted the landscape, I embarked on the second day of my journey through Karnataka—a voyage into
Gauravi's POVAmid the delightful chaos of the dining area, my attention was momentarily diverted. A familiar face caught my eye. I looked again.How is that possible?? Was he Shaurya Malhotra?? No!! A wave of disbelief swept over me; how could he be here, in this unexpected setting?I closed my eyes and opened them again hoping that I was imagining him. But he was here.What was he doing here?? He was the son of my dad's friend. I had never liked him and his twin Shlok. Shlok was too boring and Shaurya thinks too highly of himself and was a confirmed Casanova, who changed his girls like shirts.Was he here with some girl? I looked around but he seemed to be alone.There was something odd, though this man looked like him, he looked somewhat different as well. I was still confused if he was Shaurya or not.But why should I be bothered??I looked again, he had not noticed me till now so I thought of avoiding him and started enjoying my food again.But as I continued to enjoy my meal,
Gauravi's POVI decided to avoid him and enjoy the trip. Lakkundi unfolded before us, a historical tapestry woven with the remnants of Mallikarjuna, Virabhadra, and countless other temples. My eyes widened with awe as I stepped into the ancient embrace of Nanneshwara Temple. The intricate carvings narrated tales of a bygone era, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Amidst the ruins, I felt a connection to the echoes of history, each stone telling a story.A short drive led us to Gadag, where the Trikuteshwara Temple beckoned. I marveled at the craftsmanship, the three lingas mounted on the same stone symbolizing a divine unity. The shrine dedicated to Saraswathi added a touch of serenity to the vibrant energy of the temple. As I immersed myself in the cultural richness, I sensed a newfound appreciation for the diversity of India's spiritual heritage.As the day unfolded, I found myself drawn not only to the temples but also to the group, I was a part of. Though I didn't want t
Gauravi's POVThe weather was so good that I didn't want to go to the room. I turned to look at Shaurya again. He was still bent over his notes.He was younger than Arun and was just two years older than me, but he looked much older here. He was not his usual one, wasn't even flirting. He was looking super dull, super presided, super boring in his neat cream Linen suit and with black hair carefully parted, there was something wrong... He looked boring, not the super famous Casanova. In fact, even his boring twin, Shlok, didn't ever look like this. I would not be able to sleep till I knew his secret. Though I knew for sure by now that he was Shaurya, because Shlok was a simple man, he could not think of doing all these things and he had never talked to me like that, I was just intrigued to know why he was using a fake name and why was he looking different?I was tempted to go and ask him but he made a face as soon as he saw that I turned to look at him. Irritating man. I hated him, b