The final whistle blew, and the arena erupted in cheers. Veeresh Rajawat and his team had won. The players hugged, clapped each other’s backs, and celebrated the hard-earned victory.

Poornima watched quietly from her seat, her red saree catching the arena lights. Her chest swelled with pride at his achievement, but beneath it, a burning, restless fire stirred — the man she had married, so composed and untouchable, standing victorious before everyone, unaware of her gaze.

Veeresh, for all his energy on the court, now stood calm at the sidelines, towel over his shoulders, sipping water. He smiled at his teammates, exchanged a few words, and laughed lightly — a side of him Poornima rarely saw.

She lingered a little too long, reluctant to leave. Veeresh noticed her standing there and, with a faintly amused tilt of his head, said,

“It will be late. You should leave.”

“I won’t,” she said firmly, stepping closer. “Don’t be stubborn. I liked it… let me watch. I wanted to see it till the end.”

Veeresh regarded her with his sharp, calculating eyes. Then, after a moment, he gave the slightest shrug and said quietly,

“It’s your wish.”

Her heart skipped. She thought he would scold her, push her to leave, or even ignore her, but he simply allowed her presence, calm and unbothered.

She noticed fans waving at him from the stands. He smiled, polite, acknowledging them, but his focus never wavered from the team — or perhaps from the rhythm of the game he had just played.

Poornima felt a strange heat rising in her chest. He’s completely calm… yet so commanding. So untouchable. She clenched her fists at her sides, a mixture of admiration, envy, and something unnameable burning inside her.

Finally, she said softly, “Your team is calling.”

Veeresh nodded, wiped his face with the towel, and moved toward his teammates. He glanced briefly at Poornima — that single look, calm and unreadable, made her heart skip again — then disappeared into the group, utterly focused, yet leaving her simmering with emotions she couldn’t control.

Poornima remained in her seat for a few moments longer, feeling the weight of her own thoughts. Pride, frustration, longing, and a strange admiration — all mixed into one complicated feeling.

This man… he’s untouchable, unshakable… and somehow, he’s becoming the only one I want to see.

The arena gradually emptied, lights dimmed, but Poornima’s thoughts remained fixed on him — Veeresh Rajawat, victorious, commanding, and completely indifferent to her burning gaze.