Chapter 195

Mihir's POV

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.

Gauravi 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