Winning Her Back

Name: Winning Her Back
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Author: Chhavi Gupta

Chhavi Gupta

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Introduction

Gautami "Tami" Jindal has always been the sweet girl next door, the kind of woman who lights up a room with her warmth and compassion. But beneath her gentle exterior lies a heart that has secretly longed for Mihir Shah, her sister's best friend, for years. Tami's love for Mihir is a secret she has kept close, knowing that his heart belongs to someone else—her own sister, Gaurvi. When fate intervenes, leaving Mihir standing at the altar alone, Tami is thrust into a situation she never imagined: marrying the man she's loved in silence. But what should have been the happiest day of her life turns into a nightmare when Mihir, heartbroken and angry, vows that their marriage will never bring her happiness. Now, with her marriage in shambles before it even begins, Tami navigates the stormy waters of rejection and heartache. Despite Mihir's attempts to push her away, Tami's love remains steadfast. But is love enough to heal a broken heart? As Mihir begins to see the depth of Tami's love, he is faced with a choice—let go of the past and embrace a future with her, or lose the woman who has loved him more than anyone ever has.

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Chapter 1

Gautami's POV

" Tami!!! Hurry up!! We need to get there, the Barat will be here anytime. " Mom said when she saw that I was not ready till now.

" Yeah, I will be ready in 5 minutes, Mom. " I said.

Taking a deep breath, I started applying light makeup and wore my kundan jhumkis and matching bangles with my beautiful lehenga.

As my family hurried to welcome the baraat, I lingered in my room, reluctantly adorning myself in the attire befitting a sister of the bride. Each stroke of makeup felt like a facade, a mask to conceal the turmoil brewing within me.

I was getting ready though I didn't want to, I just wanted to rush somewhere and hide myself. But it was not possible, I needed to be there as It was my sister's wedding.

I wanted to escape, to flee from the impending festivities and the unspoken desires that threatened to consume me.

Somehow, I managed to shake my head and went to join my other family members.

Ever since the engagement of Mihir and Gauravi, the anticipation for the wedding of the son of the richest man in the country had been building, with rumors swirling about the extravagance and opulence that would characterize the grand affair.

Gaurvi's wedding day dawned with an air of anticipation, the opulent affair promising a spectacle of grandeur and tradition. Amidst the bustling preparations and extravagant decorations, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Ever since the engagement of Gaurvi and Mihir, I had struggled to suppress my feelings for him. He was more than just my sister's fiancé; he was my first and only crush to date, a secret longing, a forbidden desire that I dared not confess.

She was getting married to Mihir... the man on whom I had a swear crush for almost 10 years.

He is a gem of a person and was madly in love with my sister. Ever since I know him, he has had eyes only for my elder sister. They have been friends since they went to kindergarten together.

I should not have had a crush on him, since I knew he loved my sister, but I could not help it. I don't know when and how I started feeling something for him when he probably didn't even ever notice me.

Well, but it's not his fault, he didn't know about my feelings... No one knew about my feelings. I never told it to anyone. Not even my sister... I knew he loved her and I didn't want to get things awkward between us.

My parents, Chachu Chachi, Siddh, Sri, and I were standing there to welcome the Barat and do our rituals.

The hotel grounds had been transformed into a fairy tale wonderland, with towering arches adorned with cascading blooms, twinkling fairy lights illuminating the path to the grand ballroom, and the elaborate floral arrangements to the intricately woven carpets that lined the wedding stage where they were supposed to exchange the garlands.

It unfolded in a breathtaking display of extravagance. Every corner was adorned with the finest decorations money could buy, dripping with elegance and luxury. From the cascading floral arrangements to the gilded chandeliers, every detail spoke of wealth and sophistication.

Inside, the air was alive with excitement as guests mingled and marveled at the extravagant decor. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow over the room, while tables adorned with gold-trimmed linens and towering centerpieces overflowed with exotic flowers and foliage.

At long last, the procession arrived at the gates of the Hotel. As the gates swung open, the guests looked pleased by a sight that took their breath away.

The arrival of the baraat stirred the air with excitement, their procession a dazzling display of wealth and tradition. Mihir, resplendent atop a majestic elephant, exuded an aura of regal charm that took my breath away. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, a pang of longing coursing through me as I struggled to maintain composure.

"See, Jiju is looking like an Indian prince," Sri exclaimed, oblivious to the tumult raging within me. I forced a smile, masking the ache in my heart as I averted my gaze, unable to bear the weight of unspoken truths.

I averted my eyes and looked around. His family friends and relatives were surrounding him, all decked out in their finest attire, their spirits buoyed by the joyous occasion.

A troupe of musicians were leading the procession, their melodies filling the air with an infectious energy that set the tone for the festivities to come. But I just wanted to get out of there or I might have lost my control over my sanity.