Chapter 31: A Sight to Behold

Abhay’s P.O.V

Everything else seemed to fade away as soon as I laid my eyes on my Firangi.

Mikalya wore a black sweater paired with jeans and snow boots, her wild hair blowing back in the chilly mountain winds and her ocean blue eyes wide in surprise. Ruksaar clapped her hands together in joy and pulled Mira away from my side along with her son, but those all felt like afterthoughts, registered in my mind but with only hazy concentration because the centre of my focus was Mikalya. My Firangi.

A smile formed on my lips as I took in her clothing once again. It suited her. Not that she didn’t look gorgeous in traditional Gujarati clothes or wouldn’t look good in any other kind of clothing, but this…this just felt like the real Mikalya. The tomboy with the heart of gold. A woman with icy white hair and blue eyes who seemed completely out of place in India but was very much a woman of this soil.