Gauravi's POV "Fine, then listen. We can't get married." I said it bluntly. The words hung in the air, and I could see the shock etched on Mihir's face. "We are getting married, love," he said, attempting to play it off with a smile."No, we can't. It doesn't feel right. I don't want to get married," I confessed.Mihir's expression shifted from surprise to concern. "Why not?" he asked, his voice gentle."I don't know. I am not excited about it. I feel that we are just friends, very good friends. I don't have any romantic feelings for you," I explained, my gaze fixed on the floor. I didn't want to break this heart as I knew he loved me, but I could not think of him as my life partner. He took a moment, absorbing my words. "Gauravi, we've known each other since kindergarten. Our families are practically one. I love you. This... it's what we've always planned," he said, his voice a mixture of confusion and hurt." No, Mihir, I never planned it. I have always considered you as my frie
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