❤️ though the targetbwas yet to be reached by 5 votes, I am posting another chapter for those who are voting, commenting regularly.
See, my book has almost 180 chapters, out of which I have written 174 chapters, published 168 on GN. So I can post even 4 chapters a day here, now it is up to you if you want to read the next chapters sooner or want more updates in a day, you got to do something as well.
Please vote, comment, share with your friends so thst we get more votes and follow if you are not doing it till now. Try doing it, it will not hurt you, or cost anything, while I will be delighted and will remain enthusiastic about posting more chapters in a day here.
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Next time, I will not post even if I get 214 votes before 2:30 PM.
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Tami's POV
Minutes stretched into hours as I waited, each tick of the clock a reminder of my helplessness. Siddh came running to me and Vihan also came out of the emergency room and informed me that it was a major heart attack and if we had not reached here in time, we could have lost him.
Hearing that I burst into tears and my brother pulled me in his arms. Vihan said, " Don't cry, Tami, I assure you that he will be safe now. You brought him here well in time and saved his life. "
" Where are Mihir and Megha, Aunty? " Siddh asked.
" Mom is in Gujarat her mom was not well. Mihir is at his office, he had a meeting... I tried calling him many times but he didn't pick up the call. " I replied.
" He must be in the meeting or the phone might be mute. " Vihan said explaining on his behalf but I didn't say anything.
" Call him, Vihan!! I will inform Taiji " Siddh said and went to call my mom.
As I sat there, memories of my short time with Uncle in Shah Mansion flooded my mind. He had always been very nice to me, and how could I forget the unwavering support he provided to me since I came here? Losing him was a thought I couldn't bear, yet it loomed over me like a dark cloud.
I didn't know how to call Megha Aunty.
Mom came as soon as she came to know and she called Megha Aunty. Her mom was also very critical and felt bad for her.
Amidst the despair, a sense of determination began to grow within me. I couldn't let this break me. My parents had always taught me to be strong, and to face life's challenges head-on. I wiped away my tears, straightened my back, and resolved to be there for Mehul uncle, just as he has always been there for me.
I saw Mihir come running and ask me about Dad...
Mihir's POV
About two hours ago.
I stood in my office, my mind racing with a mix of determination and bitterness. I told Dad, I had a meeting at the office, but instead, I called the lawyer to discuss the divorce papers. The lawyer arrived promptly, his face a mask of professionalism as he reminded me about the clause in the will. I brushed off his concerns. "I will file them after nine months are completed," I said firmly. "But I need them signed now."
With a steady hand, I signed the papers, feeling a cold satisfaction as I did so. I handed them back to the lawyer, instructing him to take them to Tami for her signature. I knew she would be alone at home in about an hour since Mom was out of Delhi and Dad would have left for the office by the time the lawyer reached our house.
As I watched him leave, a smirk played on my lips. I was curious to know her reaction. She had been surprisingly calm the night after the party at our place, perhaps thinking she was winning whatever twisted game she thought we were playing. But now, she will see the papers. Let’s see how calm she is then. She needed to know that it wasn’t easy to mess with me and get away with it.
I kept myself busy wanting to distance myself from the impending confrontation. My phone began ringing incessantly, and I saw Tami's name flashing on the screen. I ignored it, convinced she wanted to argue about the divorce. I wasn’t in the mood for a confrontation. I needed her to feel the sting of betrayal, to understand the gravity of her actions.
As I sipped my coffee, I thought about how things had come to this point. Our marriage had been a battlefield ever since we got married, a series of endless unspoken resentments. I had loved her sister deeply, but that love had withered.
My thoughts drifted back to why I had left my promising career as a neurosurgeon. It was because of Tami's sister, Gaurvi who left me at the altar. The pain of seeing her every day at the hospital would have been unbearable. I couldn't stay there, constantly reminded of my heartbreak. So, I joined the family business, burying my grief in work and ambition.
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