The flight hummed steadily as they sat side by side. Veeresh, exhausted from the emotional night, rested his head gently on Poornima’s shoulder. She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, feeling the warmth of his presence.

Her fingers found his hand, entwining gently with his. Veeresh, half-asleep, gave a faint, content smile.

Poornima leaned her head slightly against his, letting the quiet hum of the plane and the soft closeness of her husband wash over her.

For the first time in years, she felt completely safe, completely loved.

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Hours later, they touched down in London. The crisp air of the city greeted them as they stepped out of the airport. Veeresh held Poornima’s hand firmly, his calm confidence grounding her excitement.

“So… ready for the ride?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes as they approached the car.

Poornima laughed softly, squeezing his hand. “Always, Mr. Rajawat.”

The drive to the penthouse was filled with quiet conversation, soft laughter, and shared smiles. Every glance and touch was a silent reminder of the bond they had rebuilt, stronger than before.

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When they finally reached the penthouse, the familiar doors opened to their home in London — bright, spacious, and ready to witness their new beginning. Veeresh led Poornima inside, still holding her hand.

“Home,” he said softly, letting go of her hand only to point out the view of the city skyline.

Poornima’s eyes sparkled. “Home… with you,” she whispered.

Veeresh smiled, pulling her close again. “Exactly,” he said, letting her lean against him as they both took in the comfort and promise of the penthouse.

For the first time in a long while, they were just the two of them, ready to leave the past behind and embrace the life they had fought so hard for — together.