The sound of footsteps made Poornima turn, her heart already recognizing the rhythm that had become so familiar.

And there he was — Veeresh, standing at the entrance of the mansion, his sharp presence commanding every gaze in the room.

But Poornima’s eyes held only him.

She smiled softly, her heart fluttering like the first time she had seen him years ago.

Veeresh’s gaze locked on her — the red saree draping her perfectly, the sindoor shining like fire in her hairline, and the mangalsutra resting against her heart — the one she had never removed since their marriage.

Her bangles jingled lightly as she adjusted her pallu, her eyes shy yet filled with warmth.

Something inside Veeresh shifted — the doubt, the anger, the bitterness he had carried all this time slowly melted away.

He realized at that moment — she was truly his.

Without a word, he walked toward her, each step heavy with unspoken emotion. Poornima’s eyes glistened as he came closer, and before she could speak, he gently cupped her face and kissed her cheek — a soft, tender gesture that spoke louder than any words.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent.

“In the simplest way… you make everything look perfect.”

Poornima’s lips curved into a faint smile, her heart pounding in her chest.

She whispered, “I was waiting for you.”

Veeresh’s eyes softened — this time, no walls, no anger, just a man who had finally found his peace.

The moonlight spilled across them, and for the first time in years, both of them felt something rare — belonging.