Torn Pages, Twisted Fates

🕯️ Poornima’s Apartment – Midnight

The knock on the door was loud. Aggressive.

Poornima wiped her tears, slowly walked toward it, her heart already recognizing the storm waiting outside.

She opened the door.

Veeresh.

Eyes wild. Breathing heavy. Rage and pain tangled into one.

He walked in without invitation and threw a set of papers on her table.

> “Sign these.”

Poornima picked them up, confused. Her fingers trembled as her eyes scanned the lines — some sort of legal agreement.

> “What is this, Veeresh?”

> “You're taking my daughter away from me.”

His voice cracked.

> “She loves you more than me. A stranger.”

Poornima’s eyes widened, her lips trembling.

> “She calls you Princess, smiles only for you… You’re not even her mother. Bindu is. And yet—she wants you.”

He took a step forward, eyes blazing.

> “I don’t get it! Why?!”

Poornima whispered, her voice broken.

> “Why are you doing this… am I that bad, Veeresh?”

He laughed — cold and bitter.

> “Then tell me, Poornima! Tell me what my mistake was!”

> “I begged for answers! I waited at your doorstep like a dog! And you—you disappeared!”

His voice cracked into a whisper—

> “You left… and I had to marry Bindu. She gave me Thoshini. And then… she left too.”

His fists clenched. His jaw tightened.

> “Was our love just a game for you?! Was I just a phase?!”

And then he snapped.

He grabbed her by the collar, shaking — not out of anger, but grief.

> “I died every single day for years waiting for you. Do you hear me?! I died, Poornima!”

Tears welled in her eyes, her breath caught in her throat.

Then—suddenly—like a dam breaking—

She pulled him to her and kissed him.

Fiercely. Passionately. Desperately.

Not to seduce.

Not to make him stay.

But to finally release every ounce of love, sorrow, guilt, and ache that had lived caged inside her soul.

His hands froze… then slowly gripped her waist, then her back. He kissed her back — angry, broken, aching.

Their tears mixed as their lips did — hot, salty, trembling.

It wasn’t a kiss of reunion.

It was a kiss of ruin.

Of everything they were, and everything they couldn’t be.

And when they finally broke apart, foreheads touching, gasping, hearts pounding—

Poornima whispered through her tears:

> “I never stopped loving you… but I had to leave, Veeresh… I had no choice.”

Veeresh's voice broke—

> “Then tell me why. Please… tell me why.”

And silence followed.

Thick. Loud. Devastating.

Because some truths… once spoken…

Change everything.