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Back in Mumbai, the city buzzed with life, but a storm had quietly arrived in Veeresh’s mansion. Raima — Veeresh’s ex, the woman whose name once carried power and obsession in his underworld life — had returned unexpectedly.

Poornima noticed it immediately. Her eyes narrowed, her fingers curling slightly as she watched Raima’s polite smiles and subtle attempts to engage with Veeresh. A flicker of jealousy burned inside her — quick, sharp, and undeniable.

Veeresh noticed the tension in Poornima’s gaze and, gently, he cupped her face.

> “Ruby… look at me. I will never leave you,” he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of every promise he had ever made.

Poornima’s eyes glimmered with mischief as she smirked.

> “Then… 50 sit ups. And 50 push ups.”

Veeresh froze, blinking at her. Now what did I do? he thought, his mind racing.

> “Ruby… really?” he muttered, half amused, half exasperated.

Poornima’s smirk widened.

> “Yes. And no dinner for you today. I’m not going to talk to you either,” she added, her tone playful but firm.

He shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips, and without protest, got down to the floor. His guard counted, his body moving rhythmically — the underworld don submitting completely to his wife’s playful command.

Poornima stood in the doorway, chuckling softly to herself as she watched him sweat and strain,

> This man… he’s terrifying to the world, but my Ruby knows how to tame him.

When he finished, drenched in sweat but victorious in obedience, she clapped slowly and disappeared into her room, leaving him panting and muttering under his breath.

> “One day… one day, she’s going to kill me with her orders,” he murmured, chuckling despite the exhaustion.

Outside, Raima’s smile faltered slightly as she realized the unbreakable bond between Veeresh and Poornima — a connection stronger than fear, power, or obsession.

Veeresh leaned against the wall, wiping his sweat, a small, victorious smile on his face.

> No one… not her, not anyone… will ever come between us. Ruby’s mine.

And Poornima, from behind the door, giggled quietly, already planning her next little “punishment” for her unstoppable husband.