Trust — The Strongest Thread

The office buzzed with the hum of creativity, the pressure of deadlines, and the air of ambition.

Veeresh was pacing in his glass cabin, discussing strategy with his core team when his friend and co-founder, Raghu, leaned back and casually asked,

> “Bro… just asking, hope Poornima’s okay? I mean… you’re barely home these days. She's alone most of the time.”

Veeresh paused for a moment.

He looked up, and for a rare second, a soft smile replaced his usual intense stare.

> “She believes in me, Raghu.”

“That’s more than okay — that’s everything.”

Raghu raised an eyebrow.

> “But still—”

Veeresh interrupted with a firm voice but a calm tone.

> “Let anything happen in this world… I will never leave her hand.

And Poornima… she will never leave mine. We’re tied beyond time. She’s my anchor.”

Unbeknownst to them, Poornima was standing right at the door.

She had come by to drop lunch, thinking he might’ve skipped his meal again.

But the words she heard… melted her heart.

She didn’t step in.

She didn’t speak.

Instead, she smiled silently, her heart blooming with warmth and security.

> “That’s enough. That trust… that’s all I need.” — she whispered to herself.

Without entering, she quietly left the box of lunch at the receptionist’s desk, told them not to disturb him, and left.

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Back Home

That evening, Poornima didn’t message, didn’t call.

She simply went home.

Changed into a soft cotton saree, tied her hair in a bun, and began preparing dinner — not because she had to, but because she wanted to be his peace.

She laid out his favorite plate, a warm towel, and even added extra lemon to the rasam — just how he liked it.

> Not out of routine,

But out of love.

Out of trust.

Out of the bond only silence can define.