Since it is a Sunday and I am a bit free and relaxed a bit, I am posting another chapter as you want to read Vihan's POV.

But please complete the target to read the next chapter. I am going mad with my schedule; my husband is telling me to take a break till March end or go slow on work as my daughter has exams. But I don't want to take a break as you all have been waiting for this one.

My Goodnovel editor asked me to sign this book as exclusive but I refused to give my OPH books. She was ready to offer me more for this but I could not do it and explained that my readers were attached to them. She smiled and said that she understood.

So, I left all the earnings that I could have earned with an exclusive book for my lovely readers; at least you can vote, comment, share, and follow me in return.

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Vihan's POV

Something was wrong. Roohi wasn't just busy-she was pulling away, and I didn't know why.

But one thing was certain: I didn't want her to be angry with me. She was one of my best friends.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Focus, Vihan. You've got a baraat to prepare for.

I told Mihir that I would be back in an hour as I had left my bag at home. Went to get my outfit from my home. I was sure I must have something very nice in my wardrobe. So I went home and got ready.

But my hands moved sluggishly as I sifted through the outfits I already had. It wasn't like I didn't have good options-but none of them seemed right. Or maybe it wasn't the clothes. Maybe it was my mood.

I threw one outfit after another onto the bed, annoyed. My mind kept drifting back to her. Why did she change her mind like that?

We'd been best friends for as long as I could remember. She has been the one person I could always count on, the one who always made me feel like I was important. But today? Today, she felt like a stranger. Or worse, like someone who didn't care whether I was there or not.

I caught my reflection in the mirror and sighed. Get a grip, Vihan. This isn't about you. This is Mihir's big day. Focus on that. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. What had changed? Why did she seem so different all of a sudden?

After what felt like an eternity, I finally settled on a royal blue sherwani with intricate silver embroidery. It was elegant without being over the top, and it fit perfectly. I fastened the buttons slowly, my mind still preoccupied. By the time I was done, I barely recognized myself in the mirror. I looked ready for the wedding, sure, but inside, I felt completely out of sorts.

When I arrived back at the Shah mansion, the preparations were in full swing. The sound of dhols and shehnais filled the air, and the energy was infectious. But even amidst the chaos, I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in my chest.

I found Mihir in his room, still in the process of getting ready. He looked nervous, which was unlike him. "Relax, man," I said, clapping him on the shoulder. "You're about to marry the love of your life. What's there to stress about?"

He gave me a half-smile, clearly not convinced. I stayed with him, helping him with the final touches of his outfit. It was easier than being alone with my thoughts, though even as we joked and talked, part of me wasn't present.

We both went out and I saw Mahi, Ron and, Roohi's family but she was not there, maybe she was with Gauravi.

The sehra bandi ritual followed, and I stood by Mihir's side, offering support as the elders performed the ceremonial tying of the turban. It was a beautiful moment, and I could see how much it meant to Mihir and his family. But even then, my thoughts wandered back to her.

I replayed our conversation from earlier in my mind, trying to understand. She had seemed... distant. Almost cold, in a way she never was with me. And yet, there was something more. A quiet determination, perhaps? Or maybe a desire to prove something-not to me, maybe, but to herself. Whatever it was, it gnawed at me.

The Baraat was finally ready to leave, and I found myself swept up in the excitement. The groom's procession was a spectacle, with music, dancing, and laughter filling the streets. I played my part, cheering and celebrating alongside Mihir's family. But even as I smiled and laughed, there was a part of me that felt incomplete. What was wrong with me?

It wasn't until we reached the Khanna family's hotel that it hit me: I missed her. Not just her presence, but her. The Roohi I knew, the one who always seemed to brighten my day by just being there for me, no matter what. And now, with her acting so differently, it felt like I was losing her-and I didn't know why.

I caught myself glancing around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. She had to be here by now, right? But there was no sign of her. The crowd was thick, and the decorations were dazzling, but none of it mattered. All I could think about was her. She had always been special to me, and I liked having her around. But this felt... different... complicated.

Why did it matter so much if she was being indifferent for once?

Why does it bother me if she didn't buy an outfit for me? Anyway, I did not like the idea so much... But if she wanted to do it, then why did she change her mind? Is she avoiding me? Or is she really busy getting ready?

She was a girl, girls usually need time to get ready. But I wasn't so sure why I was getting restless. Why did she need extra time and effort to get ready all of a sudden? She never made such efforts earlier.

And for the first time, I didn't know what to do.

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