Chapter 208

Tami's POV

As I fed Dad, I couldn't help but notice Mihir's restlessness. What was bothering him so much? He seemed more agitated than usual.

Finally, Parshav stood up, holding his empty plate. "Thanks for breakfast, Tami. It was fantastic," he said.

"You're welcome," I replied with a smile.

As soon as he left, Mihir let out a breath. I turned to him, concern etched on my face. "Are you okay, Mihir?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just… tired," he said, forcing a smile.

"You should get some rest. I'll take care of Dad," I suggested.

"No, I'll stay. You've done enough already," he insisted.

I looked at him, trying to read his expression. "Okay. But promise me you'll take a break later."

"I will," he said.

I smiled and started tidying up the room. Why did Mihir always have to be so guarded?

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