: I Knew You Would Come

The night was unusually still.

Poornima sat by the window of her small apartment, her knees hugged to her chest, the lights dim, and her tea long gone cold. The silence in the room echoed louder than anything she had heard all day.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

She didn’t move at first—half afraid it was just her heart playing tricks again.

But when she opened the door…

There he was.

Veeresh Rathore. Drenched in rain. Shirt half-buttoned. His eyes bloodshot from alcohol… but more from regret. A raw, broken version of the man who once stood untouchable.

He didn’t say a word.

He stepped in.

And then he pulled her into a hug—tight, trembling, desperate.

Poornima stood frozen as he clutched her like she was the only anchor holding him from falling apart.

Without a word, he walked her backwards to the bed… held her hand… and fell asleep on her shoulder, his weight completely on her, his breath heavy with alcohol and pain.

> “Sleep,” he murmured, eyes closed.

“Don’t ask me anything… not tonight. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow. But not tonight.”

And then silence.

Poornima didn’t move. She didn’t ask. She didn’t even cry.

Instead, she ran her fingers slowly through his hair, watching him as he finally found rest.

> "You came back… I knew you would," she thought, her eyes glistening.

She lay there quietly, under his weight—physically, emotionally, spiritually. Not complaining. Not questioning. Just being there.

Because that’s what love is sometimes… silent loyalty.

Before sleep took her, she kissed his forehead gently and whispered:

> “Even if the world turns against you… I’ll still be right here. I’ll wait for you. Always.”