The college courtyard buzzed with nervous energy as students gathered around the notice board. Veeresh stood a little apart, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning for her name. When he found it—Poornima Veeresh Rathore – Distinction—a proud smile spread across his face.

“My biwi did it,” he murmured to himself, a mix of pride and possessiveness in his voice.

Without wasting a moment, he pulled out his phone and called his father-in-law.

“Namaste, Papa… tell me, what sweets does Poornima like the most?”

Her father chuckled, “She loves kaju katli. Why? Did something good happen?”

Veeresh’s lips curved. “Yes… very good. Your daughter just made me proud.”

Within the hour, Veeresh had a box of the finest kaju katli in his hand as he walked into their home. He didn’t call out to anyone else—he only called for her.

“Poornima, bring tea to our room,” his voice carried its usual firmness, but there was a warmth beneath it today.

Upstairs, Poornima entered with the tea tray, curious about the slight sparkle in his eyes. He handed her an envelope without a word. She opened it, and the moment her eyes fell on the result sheet, tears welled up—tears of relief, joy, and gratitude.

“I cleared… with distinction,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

The next moment, she threw her arms around him, holding him tightly. “Thank you for helping me, for believing in me…” she murmured against his shoulder before pulling back to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

Veeresh, still smiling, brought out the box of kaju katli and placed it in her hands. “For my topper biwi,” he said, watching her eyes light up.

She broke a piece and fed him first, smiling shyly. He, in turn, fed her, both savoring not just the sweet but the quiet victory they had achieved together.

Downstairs, the family soon learned of her results, and the house filled with congratulations—but for Poornima, the real celebration had already happened in that room, with the man who had stood by her side through it all.