A few days later, Veeresh and Poornima went to visit his mother at her home. The atmosphere was quiet — soft sunlight spilling through the curtains, the faint smell of medicines lingering in the air.

Veeresh stepped inside, holding Poornima’s hand. His mother looked weaker, yet her face brightened when she saw them.

But Veeresh froze. Sitting beside her was a man he never thought he’d see again — his father.

The air turned heavy.

Veeresh’s jaw clenched, anger surging through him. He stormed forward and grabbed his father’s collar, his voice sharp, trembling with pain.

“You have no right to be here! After all these years, now you come back?”

Poornima rushed forward, “Veeresh, please stop!” she whispered, holding his arm.

But one cold, furious look from him made her step back. She knew the storm inside him had to break before peace could come.

His mother’s weak voice cut through the silence.

“Please, son… leave him,” she said softly, tears glistening. “He didn’t abandon me. He’s been taking care of me all this time.”

Veeresh froze, his grip loosening. “What?” he whispered, disbelief flashing in his eyes.

His father’s voice trembled. “I never left your mother, Veeresh. I failed as a father, yes… but not as a man who loved her. I stayed with her — hidden from everything, but always there.”

His mother smiled faintly, her eyes misty. “He didn’t fail as a lover… he’s the reason I’m still alive this long.”

Veeresh’s anger melted, confusion turning into realization. He took a step back, looking between them — his parents, holding each other’s hands after all those years.

Then his father said, his voice low and emotional, “You’re still a Rajawat, Veeresh. My blood runs in you. I’m proud of the man you’ve become.”

Veeresh’s eyes filled with tears. For years, he’d carried the weight of abandonment, hate, and pain — all of it crumbling now.

His parents opened their arms, and with trembling steps, he walked into their embrace.

It was raw. It was real. A son finally finding his home again.

Poornima stood near the doorway, her eyes glistening. She had never seen him so vulnerable, so human — the boy who’d once been broken, finally healed between his parents’ arms.

Veeresh turned slightly, his teary gaze meeting hers. He mouthed, “Thank you.”

Poornima smiled softly, her heart full. For the first time, she saw peace in his eyes — the kind only forgiveness could bring.