Months passed softly in London — the city that had once witnessed their pain was now watching a new story bloom.

Poornima’s belly had begun to show, a gentle curve that made Veeresh’s heart melt every time he looked at her.

He had become someone no one imagined — the same Veeresh Rajawat who once carried scars now refused to miss a single doctor’s appointment.

No matter how packed his schedule was, how many meetings or matches awaited him, he would be right there — holding her hand in the hospital corridor, listening to every word the doctor said, his fingers laced protectively around hers.

“Mr. Rajawat, everything looks perfect,” the doctor said with a smile one morning.

Veeresh exhaled, a relief-filled smile breaking on his lips. He kissed Poornima’s forehead.

> “You and our baby are my priority. Nothing else matters more than this.”

Poornima’s eyes welled up — this was the man she had once hurt, now becoming the gentlest protector of her and their unborn child.

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The next week, Veeresh had an important match — one that could take his team to the international level.

Even though she was six months pregnant, Poornima insisted on attending.

“Veeresh, I want to be there. For you,” she said, her hand resting on her stomach.

“Our baby should see his father play, right?”

Veeresh smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

> “You’re crazy, Mrs. Rajawat… but I can’t say no to you.”

At the stadium, as the crowd roared, Poornima sat in the VIP stand with a gentle smile, one hand on her belly, cheering every time he made a basket.

Every time Veeresh looked toward the stands, his eyes found her — calm, glowing, proud.

When they won, he didn’t raise the trophy first.

He ran straight to her, the crowd cheering as he knelt before her and pressed a kiss to her bump.

> “We did it — all three of us,” he whispered.

Poornima laughed, tears slipping down her cheeks.

> “Our baby will be so proud of you, Veeresh.”

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Every day after that, Veeresh made sure she walked safely, ate on time, and rested.

If he had to travel, he called every few hours.

If she sneezed, he’d appear in seconds.

When she craved midnight snacks, he’d go out in the cold just to get them.

And every hospital visit, he was there — never once letting her go alone.

To the world, he was still the cold, confident businessman and star player —

but to Poornima, he was her husband, her peace, her everything.

> “You’re glowing,” he’d tell her softly one night as they lay together.

“That’s because of you,” she whispered back, her fingers tracing his jaw.

And for the first time in his life, Veeresh Rajawat believed —

love wasn’t about perfection,

it was about staying.