The sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of the towering London penthouse. The city lights reflected off its glass walls, casting a golden shimmer over the sidewalk.

Veeresh and Poornima stepped inside, greeted immediately by his longtime maid, who welcomed them warmly. She helped Poornima settle in, offering tea and showing them around the luxurious apartment.

Veeresh didn’t linger. Without a word, he moved toward the master suite. “Freshen up,” he said simply.

Poornima nodded and quietly went to the bathroom, washing away the fatigue from the wedding, the flight, and the tension of the past few days. She looked at herself in the mirror, her reflection showing a mix of determination and nervous anticipation.

When they both came down, the living room was bustling. Veeresh’s team members had gathered — his closest colleagues and friends from London, all excited to see him after a long tournament abroad.

“Veeresh!” they called out, rushing toward him.

He smiled — a rare, genuine smile — and embraced each of them warmly. Poornima watched quietly from a distance, her chest tightening.

One of them noticed her and said with a teasing grin, “Ah, so this is the famous Mrs. Rajawat!”

Veeresh turned slightly, inclining his head toward her. “Wife,” he said, voice calm but clear. “Poornima Rathore.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of her name on his lips in that simple, possessive way. Yet she kept her expression composed, showing nothing.

“Nice to meet all of you,” she said, greeting everyone politely. Her tone was soft, respectful, and careful, masking the flutter in her chest.

As she observed Veeresh, something struck her. With his team, he was truly himself — confident, relaxed, even playful. The cold, untouchable aura that he showed her at home softened when he was with the people he trusted.

Poornima couldn’t help but feel a small pang in her heart — a mixture of admiration and something unfamiliar, a warmth she hadn’t expected from the man she thought she only feared.

She smiled slightly to herself, quietly thinking:

So this is the man behind the armor. Not cruel, not untouchable… just… human.

Her hands folded in front of her as she continued to greet the team, all the while feeling a strange flutter inside her chest.

Veeresh caught her eyes once, and though his expression was still calm, she noticed a subtle, almost imperceptible acknowledgment — as if he knew she was watching, as if he understood something only she could feel.

And in that moment, Poornima realized quietly to herself:

Maybe London is not just a place to survive… maybe it’s a place to start seeing him… truly seeing him.