Chapter 42

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