Chapter 16: Tum Meri Ho

Veeresh entered the room, his shirt sleeves rolled up, eyes locked only on her.

Poornima stood by the mirror, brushing her hair when she felt his gaze pierce through her. Slowly, she turned.

"Your thoughts aren’t good, Mr. Mohammad," she said with a smirk, trying to hide her fluttering heart.

Veeresh smirked too, his steps steady and slow, walking toward her like a predator with only one prey—her.

She stepped back. Once. Twice. Until her back hit the wall. His arms caged her.

His hand slowly slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

“You're right, Begum,” he whispered against her ear, “My thoughts aren’t good… they’re very bad.”

Before she could respond, his lips brushed her birthmark, soft and reverent.

"Yeh nishan… mera favorite hai," he murmured, and then without a word more, he pressed his lips against hers—deeply, slowly, passionately.

Her hands clutched his shirt in surprise at first… but she didn’t pull away. She responded, melting into the kiss.

It wasn’t just passion—it was years of unspoken love, friendship, emotions, and belonging.

When they finally broke apart, breathless and close, Veeresh cupped her face and softly said in Urdu:

"Main tumse mohabbat karta hoon, Poornima. Bachpan se. Har roop mein. Har rishtay mein."

(I love you, Poornima. Since childhood. In every form. In every bond.)

Poornima didn’t say anything.

But her smile… that soft, shy, genuine smile…

It was enough.

Veeresh exhaled with joy and gently laid her down. They slept together, wrapped in warmth, peace, and something far more beautiful than just love—acceptance.

Before sleeping, he kissed her cheek and whispered, "Goodnight, Mrs. Mohammad."

And she smiled in his arms… for the first time as his Begum, truly.