Chapter Sixty-Five: The Morning That Broke Him

Morning light slipped quietly into the room in the Rathore palace in , soft and unaware of what it was about to reveal.

Veeresh stirred slightly, his hand instinctively moving to the side—

Empty.

His brows frowned faintly.

“She must be in the bathroom…” he murmured under his breath, his voice still heavy with sleep.

He sat up, running a hand through his hair, waiting for the sound of water, movement—anything.

Silence.

A small unease crept in.

“Poornima?” he called out, casually at first.

No answer.

He got up and walked toward the bathroom.

Opened the door.

Empty.

Now the unease wasn’t small anymore.

It spread.

Quickly.

He stepped out, his eyes scanning the room, then the balcony.

Nothing.

His heartbeat picked up.

“Poornima…” this time, her name wasn’t casual.

It carried something else.

Fear.

He moved faster now, stepping into the study—

And that’s when he saw it.

The letter.

The papers.

Placed neatly on the table.

As if waiting for him.

His steps slowed.

Just for a second.

Because something inside him already knew—

This wasn’t good.

He picked it up.

His eyes moved across the words.

Each line.

Each sentence.

And with every word—

Something inside him… cracked.

I am leaving.

His grip tightened on the paper.

I am divorcing you.

“No…” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

His eyes moved faster now, scanning, refusing to accept it—

I am freeing you…

Hope we meet in another life…

By the time he reached the end—

His vision blurred.

For the first time—

Veeresh Rathore didn’t control it.

A tear fell.

Then another.

His breathing turned uneven, his chest tightening in a way he had never felt before.

Not anger.

Not rage.

Loss.

Real.

Raw.

He looked at the divorce papers—her signature already there.

His hands trembled.

“She left…” he said under his breath, disbelief laced in every word.

And then—

He moved.

Fast.

He rushed out of the room, down the stairs, his voice echoing through the palace.

“Poornima!”

No answer.

He checked the hall.

The kitchen.

The garden.

Everywhere.

“Poornima!”

This time louder.

Desperate.

His parents stepped out, alarmed.

“Beta, what happened?” his mother asked, worry filling her voice.

Veeresh turned toward them, his expression something they had never seen before.

Broken.

He walked toward them slowly and handed over the letter.

His father read it first.

Then his mother.

Silence fell.

Heavy.

“She left…” Veeresh said, his voice hollow now.

“She thinks… she’s a problem.”

His jaw clenched, tears still slipping, uncontrolled.

“She thinks I’ll lose everything because of her…”

His voice broke slightly.

“And she left… to save me.”

His mother’s eyes filled instantly.

His father stood still, absorbing every word.

But Veeresh—

He wasn’t standing still anymore.

He was pacing.

Running a hand through his hair.

Trying to think.

Trying to breathe.

“I didn’t even know…” he said, his voice shaking with frustration and pain.

“She didn’t tell me anything… not once…”

Because if she had—

He would have fought it.

Destroyed it.

Fixed it.

But she didn’t give him the chance.

And that—

That hurt more than anything.

For a man who had always controlled every situation, this was the first time he stood helpless, realizing that the one person he chose had walked away believing she was protecting him—while all he wanted was her.