Chapter: A Promise Between Goodbyes

Devraj’s voice carried calm authority as he said,
“Gayathri and Rehan will come directly from Paris. They’ll join us later.”

Veeresh checked his watch, already half in his work mode.
“I’ll finish the meeting and join everyone by evening,” he said.

Poornima nodded. She didn’t say much—she never did when goodbyes were near.

Outside, the driveway was alive with movement. Drivers opened doors, engines hummed softly. Poornima was just stepping into her car when a hand wrapped around her wrist—not rough, not sudden, just Veeresh.

Before she could react, he pulled her gently back.

And kissed her.

Not hurried. Not dramatic. Just his lips on hers, warm and familiar, like he was grounding himself before letting go.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.
“I want that dessert,” he said quietly.

She raised an eyebrow. “Which one?”

“Tiramisu,” he replied without hesitation. “You know it’s my favourite.”

She smiled, that small smile meant only for him.
“Okay.”

He brushed his thumb against her cheek. “Bye.”

“Bye,” she echoed softly.

He walked toward his car, not turning back—because if he did, he wouldn’t leave.

Poornima got into hers, the door closing with a gentle thud. As the car moved, the city sliding past the window, her mind wasn’t on Mannat Inn, or orders, or meetings.

It was on him.

There is something I need to tell you…

His words from the night before echoed again, unfinished, heavy.

What could make Veeresh—so controlled, so certain—hesitate?

She pressed her fingers together in her lap, staring out at the road.
Whatever it is, she thought, he will tell me when he’s ready.

Until then, she would wait.

Just like she always had.