Chapter 17: My Veeresh

The corporate event at BEL was a success. Poornima had hosted the panel discussion, handled technical queries, and even received compliments from higher officials. As the applause faded and the team began celebrating, she stepped aside to call the one person she wanted by her side.

Poornima: “Veeresh, can you come to the event? Everyone wants to meet you. I told them about you.”

Veeresh (smiling): “I’ll be there in twenty. I can’t miss a moment where my wife is being praised.”

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Veeresh arrived in a clean black shirt and jeans, his usual charm intact but eyes only searching for her.

As soon as she spotted him, Poornima walked over with a proud smile. “Guys, this is my husband—Veeresh. He’s with IBM.”

Her colleagues turned, curious, and Poornima watched Veeresh politely shake hands, smile, and even charm her officers. One of her senior managers said, “Now I see why Poornima always looks so grounded. You both look like a solid team.”

Veeresh simply glanced at Poornima and said, “That’s because she’s my strength.”

Poornima felt her cheeks warm with the sudden compliment.

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After the event, they went to a cozy restaurant nearby. They sat on the rooftop, ordered their favorite — paneer tikka, garlic naan, and dal fry — and shared glances as much as they shared food.

Later at home, Poornima untucked her shirt to change, and Veeresh, watching her fumble tiredly, walked toward her silently.

“Let me,” he whispered, gently unbuttoning her shirt. His fingers were careful, respectful, yet loving.

Then, without a word, he opened her wardrobe, picked a yellow printed saree, and carefully draped it around her, his fingers tracing the pleats.

Poornima looked into the mirror and then back at him.

“You’re becoming too possessive, Veeru.”

Veeresh smiled, softly placing his chin on her shoulder from behind.

“Not possessive. Just in love with what’s mine.”

She didn’t say anything more—her smile said it all.

They both laid down. Veeresh wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close.

“Sleep now, Mrs. Veeresh,” he murmured, already drifting off.

Poornima, her head against his chest, closed her eyes with a soft smile.