The sky was painted in shades of gold and orange as Veeresh’s car pulled up to the Rajawat mansion.

Inside, he was unusually quiet, his mind restless despite the calm exterior.

He had returned to India with a single purpose today: to see her — Poornima.

But doubt lingered. He had watched her work tirelessly from afar, had seen her dedication and determination, yet today was different.

Is she fasting for me? he wondered, fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel.

Or is her heart still beating for Pavan?

The thought made him tighten his jaw. He had never expected to care this much, never expected to feel this vulnerable — but today, he was expecting.

He remembered their first kiss before she had left for India, the warmth of her presence, and the quiet strength in her eyes.

I hope she doesn’t break this, he thought, a rare hint of worry surfacing beneath his calm, controlled mask.

The car came to a smooth stop outside the grand mansion. Veeresh stepped out, suit sharp, posture perfect, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of tension, of anticipation.

The sprawling lawns and towering pillars of the mansion couldn’t calm the storm in his mind. Every step toward the entrance felt heavier, charged with the questions he couldn’t voice:

Will she be here for me… in every sense?

Will I finally see the heart that belongs to me… or still a heart divided?

Veeresh paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. Then, as the massive doors of the mansion came into view, he stepped inside, ready to confront the answer.

The sight he was about to witness could either break him or heal him — and deep down, he hoped it would be the latter.