Chapter 54 – A Night of Surrender

The horror movie flickered in the background, shadows dancing across the walls. But neither of them were watching anymore. The tension between them had grown too thick, too undeniable.

Veeresh’s arm stayed firm around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left. His eyes locked with hers, sharp and burning, and before Poornima could utter another word, his lips claimed hers.

The kiss was fierce, hungry—years of restraint, days of silent glances, hours of holding back, all pouring out at once. Poornima’s fingers trembled against his shirt, but then they curled into his chest, pulling him even closer. She melted into him, letting the fire consume her.

Veeresh’s hands moved with command, one at her waist, the other cupping the back of her neck as if he couldn’t risk letting her go. Every kiss grew deeper, every breath shorter, until she felt her heart racing faster than it ever had.

“Mine,” he murmured against her lips, his voice ragged, raw. “You are mine, Poornima. My wife. My everything.”

Her eyes softened, shining with unshed tears, but her voice was steady, filled with certainty.

“Yes… yours. Only yours.”

She gave herself to him without hesitation, without fear—because he had already taken her heart, her soul, her very being long before this night.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bedroom, their lips never parting. The world outside didn’t exist; there was only them, bound together in a secret marriage, a forbidden love, and an unbreakable bond.

On the bed, he hovered over her, his gaze drinking her in with reverence and desire all at once. He kissed her again—her forehead, her cheeks, her jaw, her lips—each touch a vow, a promise that no one else would ever come between them.

Poornima’s hands trembled as they held his face, her voice whispering like a prayer,

“Veer… you’ve made my heart and soul yours forever.”

And that night, under the veil of silence and shadows, Veeresh claimed her as his completely—not just in body, but in every way a man could claim a woman. And Poornima gave herself fully, her love, her trust, her forever.

They belonged to each other, bound beyond any rituals or rules—husband and wife in the truest sense.