The morning in London was crisp and quiet, sunlight streaming through the penthouse windows.

Poornima stepped out of her room, fresh from her shower, dressed simply in jeans and a soft white T-shirt. Her hair was still damp, falling loosely over her shoulders.

She walked to the living room just as Veeresh came down the stairs — tall, sharp, and composed in a charcoal-grey suit. His presence filled the room effortlessly, every movement precise, every glance controlled.

Their eyes met briefly — her warm, his unreadable.

“Shift your things to my room,” Veeresh said flatly, picking up his car keys. “Before I come back, everything should be done.”

His tone wasn’t harsh, but it carried that quiet authority she was learning to understand — not dominance, but habit; the way he had learned to keep control over every part of his life.

Poornima nodded softly. “Okay.”

Without another word, he turned and left, the door closing with a soft click behind him.

The silence that followed was strange — not empty, not cold, just… different.

Poornima stood still for a moment, staring at the closed door. Then, a small, sincere smile touched her lips.

“Coming to London wasn’t bad after all,” she whispered to herself. “At least here… I can try to make things right.”

She walked toward his room — their room now — her steps slow but certain.

As she began shifting her things from the guest room, a quiet determination glowed in her eyes. She folded her clothes neatly, placed her few books on the side shelf, arranged her perfume bottles and small belongings in an unobtrusive corner. She didn’t want to disturb his order, only blend in with quiet care.

Every small item she moved felt like a promise — a step closer to the life she wanted to build with him.

When she finally finished, she looked around. The room didn’t look much different — still clean, minimalist, perfectly organized — but her presence added a faint warmth, a softer touch to his cold space.

She sat on the edge of the bed, fingers tracing the bracelet still on his bedside table — the one she’d given him.

Looking around, she smiled faintly and whispered,

“Veeresh… I will never leave you. No matter what you do, I’ll be beside you. You’re my best mistake… and my only choice.”

She leaned back against the headboard, her heart steady now. The woman who once hurt him was gone. The one sitting there now was ready to rebuild — even if it took a lifetime.