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Tami's POV

I got up immediately as soon as I saw Mihir entering the room. The overnight vigil had been long, and I was eager to head home to make breakfast for Mihir's Dad.

"Great, now that you are here, I will go home. Dad has to have his breakfast at 8:30 AM. I will be back before that." I said, grabbing my bag. Just as I was about to leave, Dr. Rajvanshi walked in.

"Well, if you are going to make breakfast, please make some extra for me as well." He said with a grin.

I nodded with a smile and walked out. I couldn't help but feel a bit of warmth at his request. It was nice to be appreciated.

Once home, I hurriedly prepared breakfast, thinking about Mihir and his father. I hoped everything was okay. Though our marriage was a practical arrangement, but it didn’t mean I didn’t care. In fact, I wished that Mihir would open up more. His stoic nature made it hard to know what he was really thinking.

I packed the tiffins and rushed back to the hospital. When I walked in, Mihir stood up from his chair, greeting me with a strained smile. He looked tired and tense.

“Hey, I am here. You can go back now,” I said cheerfully, placing the tiffins on the table. I wanted to ease his burden, even if just a little.

“No, I am fine. You go back and rest,” he replied, trying to sound light but the tension in his voice was evident. What was he so tense about?? Was he worried that I would tell everything to dad?

Just then, Dr. Rajvanshi walked in, wearing his usual easygoing grin. “Ah, Tami! There you are. Did you make my special breakfast?” he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

I laughed. “Yes, Dr. Rajvanshi. I made extra for you too,” I said, handing him a plate. His light-heartedness was a welcome distraction from the heavy atmosphere in the room.

“Oh, please call me Parshav. We’re practically family, right?” he said, giving me a wink.

I smiled politely, feeling a bit uncomfortable. The familiarity was nice, but it also felt a little inappropriate given the situation.

As Parshav took a bite, he closed his eyes and made a show of savoring it. “This smells amazing, Tami. You’re a culinary genius.”

I blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed by the attention. “It’s just millet porridge and some steamed vegetables. Nothing fancy.”

“Nonsense,” he said, taking another bite. “This is delicious. You’ve outdone yourself.”

I served Mihir his breakfast as well, hoping he would appreciate it. He had been through so much stress lately. But to my dismay, he pushed it away.

"I don't want it," he said, sounding annoyed.

"But it's your breakfast time. You must be hungry. That's why I brought it here," I insisted, trying to hide my disappointment.

"I am not hungry," he said.

"Well, if you don't want it, I will have it, of course, only if you don't mind. You see, such amazing food should not go to waste. And I would have eaten all this and even more if it was made by Tami," Parshav said, taking the plate.

I felt a pang of frustration. Why did Mihir have to be so difficult? He was hungry, but his pride, or whatever it was, got in the way.

Dad started to stir, and Mihir immediately went over to help him sit up. “Good morning, Dad,” he said, adjusting the pillows.

“Morning, Mihir. Good morning, Tami,” Dad replied, giving me a warm smile. I appreciated his kindness and concern.

“Good morning, Dad,” I said, walking over to help him with his breakfast.

Parshav watched us with an amused expression. “You’re very lucky, Mr. Shah. You’ve got the best dietitian in town taking personal care of you.”

Dad chuckled. “I know. Tami’s been wonderful.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. At least someone appreciated my efforts. But Mihir's tension was palpable.

“So, Dr. Rajvanshi, don’t you have rounds to attend to?” Mihir asked pointedly.

Parshav looked at his watch and feigned surprise. “Oh, look at the time! But I think I can spare a few more minutes to enjoy this wonderful breakfast,” he said, taking another bite and making a show of enjoying it.

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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