The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm golden hue across the penthouse. Poornima was busy in the kitchen, preparing light snacks for herself, her heart fluttering at the thought of the day ahead.

It was Karva Chauth — the festival of love and devotion — and Poornima had decided to fast for Veeresh. It wasn’t just tradition; it was her heartfelt way of expressing the depth of her feelings.

As she arranged the small plate with fruits and nuts, her phone rang. She picked it up, and the voice on the other end made her heart skip a beat.

“Poornima,” said Veeresh’s father warmly, “come to the Rajawat mansion. Your husband is coming.”

A rush of happiness filled her chest. “Yes, Papa,” she replied softly, trying to steady her excitement.

She could barely contain herself. She missed him terribly. Every day apart had been torture — London, the company work in India, the small distance of calls and messages — it all made her realize just how deeply she loved him.

Veeresh is mine… and I am his, she thought, smiling to herself. Forever.

She dressed carefully in a traditional red saree, adorning herself with subtle jewelry and flowers in her hair. Every detail mattered — not just for tradition, but for him.

Her heart raced as she looked at herself in the mirror. The excitement, the longing, the love — it all mingled into a quiet, determined joy. Today was not just about the festival; it was about their reunion, about showing Veeresh the devotion that had grown quietly in her heart.

As she prepared to leave for the mansion, she whispered softly to herself:

I’ll show him… he’s mine, and I’ll never let him go. Today, he’ll see it too.

And with that thought, Poornima stepped out, her smile radiant, carrying her love, her longing, and her promise straight to Veeresh.