Mihir's POV She has just become like Ron. Naughty. " Do you really want me to answer that? " I asked. " I want you to dance with me. " She said pulling me back. " Ron, dance with your wife. " I said. " I want to, but she wants to dance with you. Fine, since you are dancing with my wife, I will dance with yours. " He said and asked Tami. She smiled and nodded. The music started and it was a fast one so we were dancing and I liked dancing with Mahi. But she smiled, and deliberately stepped on my feet as she used to do when we were children and we both smiled recalling old times. She kept doing it while I was scolding her for that though we both were smiling. But the music changed all of a sudden, Ron brought Tami near us while dancing and pulled Mahi in his arms and pushed Tami towards me saying, " I need to dance with my wife on this romantic one, " He said and came to a hit closer and whispered, " I am taking my wife away, take care of yours before someone else asks her." I lo
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 As the evening progressed, I did my best to engage with everyone around me, but my thoughts kept returning to Mihir. I could feel his eyes on me intermittently, and every glance he stole made my heart race a little faster. I wanted to understand what he was thinking if he saw me differently tonight.I mingled with the guests, accepting their compliments with a gracious smile, but my mind was always on Mihir. He was polite, always maintaining a composed demeanor, but there was a tension between us that I couldn’t ignore. It was as if he was fighting some internal battle, one that I desperately wanted to be a part of. I longed to ease his pain and show him that I could be more than just his second choice.“Dressed to kill! I am floored. Where were you hiding till now?” Parshav exclaimed, making me blush. I thanked him shyly, feeling the warmth creep up my cheeks." I hope Jiju is impressed and floored. As it is the exact reason why she is dressed to kill " Sri said. Everyon
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 I looked around and saw that all the pictures of Gaurvi were replaced with Tami's pictures. Who did that?And when? Obviously, she must have done that. I didn't bother to look at the glass shards on the floor; my eyes were instead fixed on the countless pictures of Tami adorning the walls of the room. Each one felt like a slap in the face, a painful reminder that his world was being forcibly rearranged against my will."How can you even ask that? Of course, I am hurt, but how does it matter to anyone?" My voice was sharp, cutting through the air with the bitterness of my resentment. How could she not understand the depth of my agony? Or perhaps she did, and that made her insistence on this charade of marriage even worse.Tami looked bewildered. "What happened all of a sudden?""Are you blind? Can't you see?" I gestured angrily at the pictures around the room. I watched as Tami's eyes widened in shock, taking in the sight of her own images plastered everywhere, replacin
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 I was shocked to see that there were so many pictures of mine everywhere instead of Gauravi's. Who got these pictures here?They were the best pictures of mine ever clicked. Some pictures were from the wedding as well. I had felt pangs of pain when he said that removing her pictures from here would not change everything and he doesn't need to see her pictures to see her. Though I knew it, it hurt when he said all those things, especially after a very good evening spent with everyone around and when I thought that things might change for good. But he disillusioned me by making it clear that he will not accept me at any cost, and that I disgust him when I try to do all this...All this?? What was all that? I didn't do anything. He asked me why was I dressed like that. And after a hot banter, I came to know that he gave all those gifts because his parents pushed him. Then he said that I would get everything, that I should get, being his wife, but not him. I was annoyed bu
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