Chapter 29: His Way of Loving

He woke up slowly.

His eyes opened, and the first thing he saw was her… close, wrapped in him, exactly where she belonged.

His gaze moved over her quietly.

The faint marks on her skin caught his attention.

And something in him settled with pride.

Not loud.

Not spoken.

But clear.

She was his.

His hand moved to her cheek, and he leaned in, kissing her softly… once… then again, his lips brushing hers in a slow peck.

His thoughts drifted.

Back to years ago.

The same girl who understood his silence without asking.

The only one he spoke to.

The one who knew exactly how he liked his tea.

The one who sat patiently while he rested his head on her lap, easing his pain with her touch.

And now—

She was his wife.

A quiet satisfaction filled him.

He kissed her lips again.

This time, she stirred.

Her eyes opened slowly, meeting his.

“Good morning, Veer,” she said softly.

He didn’t respond with words.

He pulled her closer.

Firm.

Possessive.

“Good morning should be with a kiss,” he said.

She smiled, a little shy, and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He watched her for a moment.

Then his expression turned intense.

“Poornima,” he said, his voice low, steady, “I know you know me very well.”

She didn’t interrupt.

“I might fight with you… I might yell… I might show anger,” he continued, his eyes fixed on hers, “but I will never leave you.”

A pause.

“That is never possible.”

Her gaze softened completely.

“I know, Veer,” she said quietly. “You won’t.”

Something in her certainty made him smile.

Not wide.

But real.

He didn’t say anything more.

He didn’t need to explain himself to her.

She already knew.

Then, without changing his expression, he said, “Shall we go for one more round?”

Her breath caught.

“Veer…” she whispered, her cheeks warming, her eyes dropping for a second.

He just looked at her.

Calm.

Certain.

And she didn’t refuse.

Time passed.

Later in the afternoon, he woke up again.

Careful this time.

He got up and prepared lunch himself.

Simple.

Effortless.

By the time she came out, he was already done.

He looked at her once.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

She gave a small smile. “Sore.”

He didn’t react verbally.

He just made her sit and took her legs in his hands, massaging them slowly, firmly, without hesitation.

His touch was steady.

Caring in his own way.

She watched him quietly.

Her heart filling again.

They had lunch together.

Close.

Comfortable.

Like this was always meant to be.

After a while, he said, “Tomorrow we’ll go back to Thakur mansion.”

She nodded.

“And you’ll come to work.”

She smiled. “Okay.”

No arguments.

No hesitation.

He looked at her once more.

That same silent understanding passing between them.

His way of loving was not soft in words.

It was intense.

Certain.

Unquestionable.

And she had already accepted it—

Completely.