Claimed Mornings & Coffee Rituals

The early morning light crept through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the bedroom floor.

Poornima was fixing her bangles near the dresser when Veeresh appeared behind her — like clockwork — and pulled her in without warning.

His lips crashed against hers. A deep, possessive kiss that had now become his favorite way to say “Good Morning.”

> “Mmm... Veeresh—” she tried to speak between breaths.

But he gripped her waist, pressed her against the wardrobe, and kissed her again.

Rougher.

Hungrier.

He pinched her waist hard enough to make her gasp.

> “Kiss me back,” he demanded in a deep, commanding whisper.

Her hands moved to his collar — part push, part pull — and she gave in. She kissed him back, softly at first, then melting into the storm.

When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers.

> “Every morning. This is our ritual,” he smirked.

> “You’re obsessed,” she muttered, trying to catch her breath.

> “Exactly.”

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☕ Coffee, Teasing, and One Plate

Later, dressed in a bottle-green kurti, she moved around the kitchen like clockwork.

Veeresh, now wearing a steel-grey shirt, leaned on the counter, sipping water and watching her like she was his personal entertainment.

She poured hot filter coffee into two steel cups.

> “Strong, no sugar,” he said.

> “Yeah yeah,” she handed it without looking.

They sat on the floor again with their single breakfast plate — a silent tradition now.

She handed him a bite of dosa. He took it. Then suddenly—

Pinch.

> “Veeresh!” she hissed, slapping his arm. “Can’t you act like a human for five minutes?”

He laughed, shameless.

> “I’m not human when it comes to you. I’m possessive. Obsessive. And I’ve got dark romance ideas flooding my brain every time I look at you in that kurti.”

She glared. “See a psychiatrist.”

He leaned in and kissed her cheek gently.

> “Why? I married my favorite trigger. You drive me insane, wife.”

She rolled her eyes… but the slight curve at the corner of her lips betrayed her.

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🚗 The Ride to Her Office

After breakfast, they both grabbed their laptops.

Veeresh jingled the car keys and looked at her. “Come on. I’ll drop you.”

> “You don’t need to.”

> “I want to.”

She didn’t argue. She didn’t want to admit that his small acts — like morning rides — were starting to feel… familiar. Comforting.

They sat in the car in silence.

Halfway through, he looked over and said:

> “Don’t talk to that guy from your team again.”

> “Excuse me?”

> “He stares at you like he’s imagining things I actually do.”

She turned sharply. “You’re jealous now?”

He smirked. “I’m possessive. You knew that the day I kissed you against your will and still made you kiss me back.”

She stared at him.

He didn’t look away.

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When they reached her office, she opened the door.

> “See you in the evening,” she said stiffly.

He leaned over and said with that dark smile,

> “And don’t forget… our night ritual’s getting modified soon too.”

She slammed the door without replying — cheeks hot, heart pounding.