morning arrived softly.

Veeresh woke to pale sunlight spilling across the room. For a moment, he didn’t move—just listened to her. The faint sound of bangles. The quiet rhythm of her breath.

Poornima stood near the mirror, tying her hair, lost in her own thoughts.

He got up silently, walked to her, and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

She gasped softly as his chin rested on her shoulder. His lips brushed her neck—slow, familiar, possessive in a way that felt like home.

“Your mine,” he murmured against her skin,
“doesn’t belong to anyone else.”

She smiled at his reflection, turned slightly, and kissed his cheek.

Before she could step away, Veeresh pulled her closer and kissed her—deep, unhurried, like he was reminding both of them that last night was real.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.

“Bindu is my ex,” he said quietly.
“We were in a relationship in college. She cheated. I walked away.”
He exhaled. “Now she wants to come back.”

Poornima’s smile didn’t fade—but something in her heart tightened. A dull ache she didn’t let show.

Veeresh noticed.

He cupped her face firmly, making her look at him.

“Listen to me,” he said, voice steady.
“I will never leave you for anyone. Never.”

His thumb brushed her lower lip.

“You are mine—to love, to protect, to ruin with love if I must.”
A faint smirk touched his lips.
“Only Veeresh Rathore gets that right with Poornima Rathore.”

She laughed softly, eyes shining.

“Remember,” he added, quieter now,
“you belong with me.”

Poornima leaned into his chest, her sadness easing.

“I love you, Veer,” she whispered.

Veeresh didn’t reply with words.

He kissed her instead—slow, certain, sealing the promise of the morning.