Todos los capítulos de Out of the Blue: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Third person's POV Relief washed over the family as Gauravi regained consciousness after about an hour. The room echoed with a collective exhale as they gathered around her bed. Concern etched on their faces, they bombarded her with questions about her well-being. Gauravi, still groggy from the ordeal, managed a weak smile, reassured by the familiar faces surrounding her.But the very next moment she touched her belly as if she recalled the baby she carried and the weak smile on her face vanished." Mom, Dad... How is the...?" She started asking but stopped as Mihir, Vihan, and Roohi were there along with other doctors and staff.She looked very uncertain, upset, and vulnerable at the moment, not a very confident and outgoing girl.The news of the child had hit Mihir like a shattering glass, each shard cutting deep into his soul.He saw Gauravi's devastation, the tears streaming down her face, and an ache tore through him. In that moment of vulnerability, he knew that he couldn't lea

Third person's POVIn the quiet room, the air hung heavy with tension as Gauravi hesitated, her eyes fixed on Mihir. "I can't hide this, Mihir. What if your family finds out later? What if they treat me differently? I don't want to start our life together with a secret."Mihir, determined yet gentle, took her hand. "Gauravi, I know my parents, my dad is impulsive but my mom is very sorted, my Bhai is an angel and you know Mahi, she would never treat you badly. I understand your concerns, so we shouldn't tell anyone because we can't control how they all will react. What matters is us, and our commitment to each other. We can get married first, and when the time is right, we'll share the truth. My parents will understand; they know how much I love you." He said. Gauravi looked at her dad to say something."Mihir, honesty is the foundation of any relationship. Deception, even with good intentions, can lead to complications. We've known your family for years. I don't want to jeopardize th

Third person's POV Shaurya was still thinking about all this when his phone started ringing. It was an unknown landline number from Karnataka. He picked up the call immediately." Hello, Shlok?? " He said. But he could hear a lot of noise on the other side." Shaurya? Have you reached home? " Shlok asked." Yes!! I came today, how are you?? " Shaurya replied. But the noise on the other side was like that of very bad weather. As if a storm was looming." What?? " He asked as he could not hear it." How are you? When are you coming back?" Shaurya repeated his question." I am fine, you tell me, how's everyone at home? I am missing everyone. How was your trip? " Shlok asked." It was good, I wanted to surprise everyone but I was shocked when I came home. " Shaurya said" What are you saying? I can't hear properly, a storm has hit the area. I may not be able to contact you for a few days as it is going to be bad. "" Wow!! We both are facing the storm..." Shaurya said." What do you mean

Gauravi's POV The journey commenced with a pickup from the hotel in Bangalore, the beautiful landscape unfolded outside the window, on road leading to Chitradurga.The arrival at Chitradurga Fort was met with awe as the imposing structure stood against the backdrop of rocky hills. The fort, a historical giant with many doors and carvings, welcomed me into its embrace.I traversed the fort's passages, imagining the lives that once thrived within these walls.The absence of a guide allowed my imagination to run wild, constructing narratives that echoed through time.The road to Hampi beckoned, promising a continuation of the historical saga. The overnight stay at the hotel became a tranquil interlude, a moment to unwind and prepare for the days that would unfold like chapters in a captivating novel.The journey had just begun, and I was excited for the next day.As the golden rays of dawn painted the landscape, I embarked on the second day of my journey through Karnataka—a voyage into

Gauravi's POVI decided to avoid him and enjoy the trip. Lakkundi unfolded before us, a historical tapestry woven with the remnants of Mallikarjuna, Virabhadra, and countless other temples. My eyes widened with awe as I stepped into the ancient embrace of Nanneshwara Temple. The intricate carvings narrated tales of a bygone era, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Amidst the ruins, I felt a connection to the echoes of history, each stone telling a story.A short drive led us to Gadag, where the Trikuteshwara Temple beckoned. I marveled at the craftsmanship, the three lingas mounted on the same stone symbolizing a divine unity. The shrine dedicated to Saraswathi added a touch of serenity to the vibrant energy of the temple. As I immersed myself in the cultural richness, I sensed a newfound appreciation for the diversity of India's spiritual heritage.As the day unfolded, I found myself drawn not only to the temples but also to the group, I was a part of. Though I didn't want t