The night was quiet — only the soft hum of rain against the glass and the faint warmth of candlelight filled the room.

Veeresh stood before Poornima, his eyes searching hers, every unspoken emotion flickering within them — anger, love, pain, longing… and peace.

He stepped closer, his hand brushing against her cheek.

“Whom do you belong to, Mrs. Rajawat?” his voice came low, almost a whisper that trembled with intensity.

Poornima looked into his eyes — no fear, no hesitation — only truth.

“You,” she said softly, her voice steady.

Veeresh’s eyes softened, the storm within him finally quieting.

“And what’s your name?” he asked again, needing to hear it.

She smiled through the tears in her eyes.

“Poornima Veeresh Rajawat.”

Something inside him broke — the walls he had built for years, the distance he had forced between them — all melted away in that one moment. He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that reached his eyes.

He leaned down and kissed her, not with desperation, but with a deep tenderness — the kind that carried forgiveness, love, and belonging. It was a kiss that mended what years of pain had torn apart.

The world outside didn’t matter. The past didn’t matter.

For the first time, two souls that had been lost and hurting finally found home in each other’s arms.

When they held each other close, it wasn’t just love — it was acceptance.

Veeresh felt peace for the first time in his life, and Poornima felt whole again.

That night wasn’t about passion — it was about healing.

Two broken hearts, finally beating together, as one.