Dinner was quiet but warm, filled with small glances, shy smiles, and Veeresh’s protective hand never leaving hers under the table. When they finally went upstairs, Poornima thought the night would end with rest.

But the moment the door closed, Veeresh pulled her close, his lips crashing into hers — deep, hungry, desperate.

“I can’t…” he whispered against her mouth, kissing her again, harder this time. “…I can’t get enough taste of you, Poornima.”

Her heart raced as she melted into him, responding with equal softness. What began as one kiss spiraled into many — every embrace carrying years of hidden love, every touch sealing the bond they had unknowingly built as best friends.

The night stretched into passion, their laughter mingling with sighs, their closeness turning into a rhythm of hearts finally finding home. Six times he claimed her, and six times she gave herself back to him — not just as his wife, but as the woman who had always belonged to him.

When it was over, Veeresh pulled her into his chest, his arms tightening around her like he would never let go.

Poornima, exhausted yet glowing, laid her head against him. Their breaths softened in unison, and soon sleep carried them away — two souls who had found forever in each other’s arms.