Veeresh went upstairs after greeting everyone, his usual calm face giving nothing away.

He freshened up, changed into a charcoal black suit, the crisp lines defining his tall frame. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air — strong, elegant, just like him.

When he came down0, his eyes immediately found her — Mrs. Poornima Rajawat — his wife, his once enemy, now the woman who waited for him with love shining in her eyes.

The mansion’s courtyard was decorated with diyas, marigold garlands, and silver plates placed for the Karvachauth ritual. The moonlight glimmered across the sky, blessing the wives who stood with their thalis, waiting for the moonrise.

Poornima stood among them, her red saree glowing under the soft moonlight. The veil lightly covered her face, her bangles clinking softly as she held her thali.

Her heart beat fast — not from hunger, but from the emotions flooding her chest.

Veeresh walked towards her, silently.

Everyone’s eyes turned as he came to stand in front of her.

The wind was gentle; the moon rose above the horizon.

Poornima lifted her sieve, her eyes trembling as she saw him through it — the man who was once her pain, now her peace.

Through the sieve, Veeresh’s face appeared radiant under the moonlight — his sharp jawline, his deep eyes, and that faint smile he couldn’t hide anymore.

He said quietly, “You’ve been fasting for me?”

Poornima nodded softly. “Always, for you… only you.”

Something unexplainable flickered in his eyes. He took the glass of water from the plate, stepped closer, and held it near her lips.

“Drink,” he said, his voice softer than ever before.

Poornima looked up, her lashes wet, and she sipped the water slowly — her fast broken by his hands, her heart melting with every drop.

Then he took the sweet from the plate and held it near her lips again.

Poornima smiled faintly, and as she ate it, Veeresh murmured,

“Mrs. Rajawat… happy Karvachauth.”

Poornima’s lips trembled with a small smile.

“Happy Karvachauth, Mr. Rajawat.”

They stood in silence, eyes speaking what words never could — forgiveness, trust, and love reborn from the ashes of pain.

For the first time in years, Poornima felt like she had come home —

and for the first time ever, Veeresh Rajawat truly saw his wife.