The storm of passion had passed, leaving behind only the sound of their breaths mingling in the quiet room. The candle flames burned low, shadows dancing softly across the walls.

Poornima had already drifted into sleep, her face calm, lips curved in the faintest smile. The green saree that once clung to her had slipped away, and all that remained was the warmth of Veeresh’s arms around her.

Veeresh shifted slightly, resting his head against her chest. He could hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat — the one sound that had always grounded him, the one thing even “Lucifer” bowed before.

His eyes softened as he looked at her, his new wife, his forever.

She was completely his now. Body, heart, and soul.

Pulling her closer, he let his arm tighten around her, as if daring the world to ever separate them. A rare, genuine smile touched his lips.

For the first time in years, Veeresh Rathore — the man the business world feared — felt at peace.

And in that quiet, holding Poornima in his embrace, he closed his eyes and slept off, knowing this was no longer just a night.

This was forever.