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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 that small defiance.
I felt trapped, like a pawn in a game I didn't want to play. My parents' insistence that I treated Tami well only added to my frustration. They didn't understand that their well-meaning actions were suffocating me. Tami's presence, and her attempts to fit into my life, felt like an intrusion. I couldn't see her as anything other than Gauravi's sister. I could not take her as my wife.
She went in and changed into a night suit and came back with a broom and a dustpan.
As Tami cleaned up the broken glass, my thoughts churned. I hated the way she quietly accepted my anger and the way she tried to make things work despite my clear disdain. It made me feel like the villain in a story where I had once seen myself as the hero. But I couldn't let go of my anger, couldn't let go of Gauravi.
When Tami finished cleaning and stood up, I felt a pang of something I couldn't quite identify. Regret? Sadness? It didn't matter. I steeled myself, determined to keep her at arm's length. I couldn't afford to let her in, couldn't afford to soften. This marriage was a farce, and I intended to treat it as such.
Gaurvi married Shlok... But she told you that she didn't feel anything for you despite you both being engaged. Then she told you that she had fallen for that man still, You forced her to marry you. She went away with him.
A voice said from within.
Why are you holding Tami responsible for all this? She saved your dad's life, and the goodwill of both the families, as she loves you... Why are you punishing her?? My inner voice asked.
I looked at her, she didn't say anything else and after cleaning the glass shards completely she got up to go. I expected her to say something, and make me believe that she did not do it. I wanted her to argue with me so that I could take out my frustration, but she didn't.
As Tami moved to leave the room, my gaze flicked to her and then away. I couldn't bear to see the pain in her eyes, knowing I was the cause. But I also couldn't bring myself to apologize or to soften my stance. This was my life now, a constant reminder of everything I had lost.
I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on me. The room, once a sanctuary of memories, now felt like a prison. I didn't know how to move forward, how to reconcile my past with the present. All I knew was that I was hurting, and in my pain, I lashed out at the only person who was there, the only person trying to bridge the chasm that had opened in my life.
As the night wore on, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being forced into a role I didn't want to play, that my life was spiraling out of control. And in that turmoil, Tami was the unfortunate recipient of my anger and frustration.
In the quiet darkness, I made a silent vow. I would keep my distance, protect my heart, and hold on to my memories. Even if it meant hurting Tami, even if it meant living a life of constant conflict. I couldn't let go of the past, couldn't let go of the betrayal. And so, the cycle of pain and resentment continued, with no end in sight.
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