A Night of Surrender

The Ooty winds howled softly outside, but inside the little wooden cottage, everything was still. The fire crackled. Poornima stood by the window, draped in his favorite cream-colored shawl, her hair wet from a quick shower. Her cheeks were flushed — maybe from the cold, maybe from the way Veeresh was looking at her.

He stepped behind her, slowly, silently.

His arms wrapped around her waist from behind, his warmth chasing away the chill.

> “You look like a dream, Poornima…” he whispered, his voice husky, breath hot against her ear.

Poornima closed her eyes as his lips brushed against her neck — slowly, reverently. She didn’t move, but her fingers clenched the shawl tighter as a quiet gasp escaped her lips.

He turned her gently to face him.

There was a stillness in his eyes — not just desire, but depth, love, obsession, madness… everything that was Veeresh.

> “Kiss me,” he said softly, not commanding… but needing.

She looked into his eyes — her walls, her control, her guarded emotions — all melted. And she leaned in.

He kissed her — not like a man who simply wanted her, but like one who breathed through her. It was deep. Intense. Endless.

She lost herself in it, her body melting into his, her hands clutching his shirt as if she couldn’t be close enough. He held her tighter, lifting her slightly in his arms, deepening the kiss as if he wanted to drink every part of her soul.

He whispered against her lips:

> “You make me lose control, Poornima.

Every. Single. Time.”

She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, slowly trailing his lips across her collarbone, making her heart thud uncontrollably.

> “You’re mine…” he said, voice rough.

“Only mine.”

She didn’t respond with words. Her eyes said it all — her surrender, her love, her devotion.

She wrapped her arms around him, her head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart.

> “I’ll bear every storm with you,” she whispered.

“Even if you love me wildly, madly, crazily… I will still be yours.”

He cupped her face and kissed her forehead, then lifted her gently, cradling her like she was the most precious thing he ever held.

> “Then let me worship you tonight… not like a goddess…

But like the fire that keeps my soul alive.”

That night, there were no agreements. No boundaries.

Just hearts — burning, breathing, belonging.