Years had passed. The palace was no longer heavy with grief but alive with the laughter of three children growing into reflections of their mother’s grace and their father’s fire. Veeresh had raised them with unwavering love—every smile, every step, every achievement a tribute to Poornima’s memory.

But when the nights grew quiet, and the world seemed too still, his heart ached for her. He had everything—power, wealth, children who adored him—but without her, there was always a hollow space that nothing else could fill.

One evening, after putting the triplets to bed, Veeresh walked into the courtyard of Jodhpur Palace. The stars glittered across the velvet sky, and for the first time in years, he felt her presence not as a memory but as something real.

And there she was.

Poornima, dressed in a soft red saree, her eyes sparkling with the same quiet strength and tenderness he had fallen for. She looked just as she had on their wedding night—radiant, untouchable, his forever.

Veeresh’s throat tightened, his voice breaking. “Poornima…”

She smiled, stepping closer. “You were the best, Veeresh. Even with your flaws, even with the pain—we found love. You gave me a forever in a world that never gave me a place. And I… I love you.”

Her voice was like a balm to every wound he carried.

Poornima leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder as if she had never left. Veeresh wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes, letting the warmth of her presence sink into him.

For that moment, time stopped. There was no pain, no loss, no weight of the world—only them.

And as her breathing softened, she whispered one last time, “Forever, Veeresh.”

She slipped into peaceful sleep on his shoulder, her body light as starlight, her soul finally at rest with his.

Veeresh looked at the sky, his lips curving in the faintest smile through his tears.

“Forever, Poornima.”