Chapter 147

Third-Person POV

At the stage, Mihir, the heir to India's wealthiest man, Mehul Shah, stood regally, his presence commanding attention with an air of quiet dignity.

His traditional attire, embellished with intricate embroidery and shimmering embellishments, mirrored the grandeur of the occasion.

Despite his stoic exterior, turmoil raged within him, torn between duty and desire, his heart still tethered to the woman who had left him for another man.

"Oh God!! She is looking so pretty, is that Gauravi? But why the hell is she wearing that veil? Who covers the face with a veil these days? What's wrong with her??" Vihan said all of a sudden.

"Whatever!! She is looking beautiful, but why did she change her lehenga?" Roohi muttered.

"Hunh? What?" Vihan asked her.

"Nothing!"

"Anyway, I think she is wearing this veil to tease Mihir. She knows how crazy he is about her. Maybe that's why he is a bit upset." Vihan said looking at