Mihir's POV.
The first morning after the wedding.
As I stepped into the room, my gaze immediately fixated on her figure, draped in a saree, her wet hair glistening under the light. I watched, captivated as if seeing her for the first time.
I was looking at her wearing a saree for the first time and it draped her like beauty and elegance personified, and that accentuated her innocence and beauty.
She didn't notice my presence until the sound of my footsteps interrupted the silence and snapped her out of her reverie. Startled, she turned suddenly, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized I was there. At that moment, a few droplets of water from her wet hair landed softly on me as she turned quickly and our eyes met. In that moment, time stood still. I could feel his heart racing, his breath caught in his throat.
Despite my inner turmoil and the weight of the situation, I couldn't deny that she was very beautiful.
Caught off guard by the unexpected intimacy of the moment, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for ogling at her.
Yet, there was something undeniable about the way she looked at me, a mixture of hope and longing that tugged at my heartstrings.
Don't be fooled by her beauty and charm. Her sister made a fool out of you for years.
She must be having something up her sleeve as well.
The sight stirred a mixture of frustration and intrigue within me. Why does she always do this?
Instinctively, she covered herself with the pallu of her saree, her nervousness palpable. I quickly averted my gaze, feeling a surge of annoyance at the situation.
What the hell!!
Why was I looking at her like that?
"Change in the washroom or dressing room," I scolded her, my tone firm, not allowing room for argument, telling her to change in the washroom or dressing room. She nodded silently, adjusting her saree before complying with my directive.
As she adorned herself with bindi, bangles, jewelry, and light makeup, I couldn't help but steal glances in her direction, feeling a strange flutter in my chest. Despite my attempts to focus on my phone, her presence seemed to captivate my attention, much to my chagrin.
As we emerged, ready to face the festivities, we were greeted by the bustling activity of the household. Mom's insistence on seeking blessings at the temple further added to the irritation that was piling up in me but we followed the instructions.
Despite the outward pretense of happiness, the tension between us lingered beneath the surface, evident in the strained interactions with guests and the forced exchange of smiles.
As Mom sent away the guests with sweets and gifts they all also showered us with gifts and blessings, I couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort at the forced intimacy of the situation. The teasing from Ron only added to my unease, though I attempted to mask it with a forced smile.
During breakfast, Mahi's warmth towards her contrasted sharply with the underlying tension, her efforts to make her feel at home highlighting the stark reality of our situation.
Ron teased me " Hey, Mihir... Why are you looking so tired, didn't you sleep well?? " He winked at me.
Idiot!!
What did Mahi like in him??
I glared back at him, but he kept teasing us. I could see some color rising in Tami's cheeks.
" Wow, Tami you got such a dark Mehandi colour, Show it to me," Mahi said and she showed it to her.
" Oh my God, the design is so pretty. Look, mom... Hey, you have Mihir's name on your hands. But how? " Mahi said.
The mention of her mehndi design, adorned with my name, sent a ripple of unease through me, though I remained silent, unwilling to confront the implications, she explained how she got my name there.
" The beauty experts wrote the name when they got me ready for the wedding with a super fast mehandi cone that she had in their stuff. "
" Maurvi must have asked them to do it. Your mom is amazing, Tami " Mom said.
" See, she has your name on her hands as well as her heart. " Ron said.
Oh, God!! Please stop it.
" Ron, shut up!! " I said, getting annoyed.
Ughh!! Everyone was so dramatic at that place. Why were they discussing such stupid things?
Ron's teasing only served to exacerbate my discomfort, prompting a terse response as I struggled to maintain composure. Yet, amidst the banter, Mom's firm reprimand reminded me of my responsibilities as a husband, though the weight of those expectations felt suffocating.
After some time, Siddh Sri and Kabir came, their arrival offered a brief respite, momentarily easing the tension that had been building within me. Yet, even in their presence, I couldn't shake off the nagging doubt and uncertainty that lingered, casting a shadow over our forced companionship. They greeted everyone once we were alone Siddh apologized to me for Gauravi's impulsive step and asked me if I was okay with this wedding and I nodded.
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