Chapter 44: Raw Surrender

The night draped itself over Jodhpur Palace like a velvet curtain. In the quiet of their room, Veeresh and Poornima stood close, bodies almost magnetized, breaths mingling, hearts beating in the same chaotic rhythm.

Veeresh’s hand slid along her waist, firm yet gentle, as if claiming a territory no one else could touch. His eyes searched hers, dark with hunger and something softer, more vulnerable beneath the intensity.

“This,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “this is raw love, Poornima. Not words, not promises… but actions. Every touch, every heartbeat, every breath I give you—this is how I love.”

Poornima’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Her walls had crumbled entirely. With a trembling hand, she reached for him, surrendering not out of weakness but out of trust, devotion, and a fire that only he could ignite.

“I’m yours,” she whispered, voice breaking with emotion, “completely, Veeresh.”

Veeresh’s lips curved into a satisfied, almost feral smile. “I found my forever in you,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers. The weight of his words, raw and true, wrapped around her heart like a warm, protective flame.

In the quiet darkness, their breaths mingled, their closeness a language of its own—silent, urgent, beautiful. Every sigh, every shiver, every whispered sound spoke of surrender and desire, the raw, fierce love they had both denied for so long finally finding its rhythm.

For Veeresh and Poornima, it wasn’t just passion—it was claiming, owning, and becoming one another in the truest sense. And in that moment, nothing else in the world mattered.