✨CHAPTER 14 – The Night They Became Home✨

After the emotional confession, both changed into comfortable clothes.

Poornima tied her hair up and walked into the kitchen, washing dal and setting rice on the stove.

The peaceful silence felt new…

comfortable…

almost like they’d been married for years.

But the quiet didn’t last.

Warm arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

A familiar chin rested on her shoulder.

“Veer…” she sighed, trying not to smile.

“Leave. I can’t cook like this.”

“No,” he muttered, nuzzling into her neck.

“I didn’t know you could cook.”

“I can,” she replied softly, stirring the dal, “so stop distracting me.”

He kissed her cheek—slow, teasing, affectionate.

But while Poornima stirred the pot, her mind stirred too.

What if this is temporary?

What if I’m just timepass?

What if he gets bored and leaves?

Her chest tightened.

Before the fear could grow, Veeresh kissed her cheek again—

this time firmly, knowingly.

“Don’t think too much,” he whispered near her ear.

“I’m here. Always.”

She froze.

She hadn’t spoken a word.

But he felt her fear.

“And don’t hide from me, Poons,” he added softly, using the nickname for the first time.

“I’m not leaving you.”

Her throat tightened… but before she could react, he tilted her chin and kissed her lips.

Not urgent.

Not rushed.

Just… real.

“Come,” he whispered.

“Let’s eat.”

She was cooking and he removed the bra and was playing with her boobs and he said i can't wait to suck it poornima said veer stop ,i am not able to cook and Veeresh said i don't know cook and i love your boobs and she said shut up and he pinched her nipples and Veeresh smiled and said your everything belongs to me the Veeresh, and your mine to do everything poornima Veeresh rathore and Veeresh was continuously kneading her boobs and she was moaning and cooking and Veeresh enjoyed it

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Dinner

At the dining table, she tried to sit normally—but Veeresh pulled her onto his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Veer…” she whispered, flustered.

He smirked.

“Sit.”

And she did.

He took the plate, scooped a spoonful of dal-rice, and fed her like she was the only person in the world.

Poornima couldn’t help smiling.

Something warm bloomed in her chest.

Veeresh kissed her cheek again—his favorite place tonight.

“You cook well,” he murmured.

“You’re spoiling me,” she whispered.

“I will,” he said simply.

“Get used to it.”

After dinner, without warning, he lifted her in his arms, ignoring her small gasp.

“Veer!” she laughed.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking my wife to bed,” he said matter-of-factly.

“No arguments.”

He placed her gently on the bed and lay down, immediately pulling her into his arms like she belonged there.

Again—like always—he snuggled into her chest, head resting comfortably.

Poornima smiled and stroked his hair.

“Good night, Veer,” she whispered.

He lifted his head slightly, eyes half closed but soft.

“Sweet dreams,” he murmured.

“And only think about me.”

She laughed softly.

“You’re impossible.”

He smiled against her.

“But you’re mine.”

And with that, he closed his eyes, sleeping peacefully on her—

as if this was the safest place in the world.