Chapter 6: Our Room, Our Beginning

Veeresh pushed the door open and stepped inside, then paused, turning slightly toward her. “Our room.”

Poornima stood at the entrance for a moment, her eyes scanning the space, unfamiliar yet now hers, the word our echoing softly in her mind.

“If you want… you can change anything, Noor,” he added casually. “I have no issues.”

She looked at him, a little surprised at how easily he said it.

“I’ll help you remove the jewellery,” he said, stepping closer.

Before she could respond, he gently guided her to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Wait…” she started softly.

But he had already begun, carefully removing each piece, one by one, his touch respectful, focused, as if he didn’t want her to feel overwhelmed by the weight she had been carrying all day.

The heavy earrings came off first, then the necklace, then the bangles, each piece placed neatly aside.

Poornima watched him silently, unsure of what to say, her fingers resting still in her lap.

When his hand paused near her waist, he looked up at her for a second.

“I’m a waist chain paglu,” he said with a faint smile. “So… never remove it.”

A small, unexpected reaction flickered in her eyes.

He adjusted it slightly instead of removing it, his fingers brushing lightly before he stepped back.

Then he looked at her properly.

“You look… mine, Noor.”

The words were simple, but they didn’t feel possessive, they felt certain.

She didn’t reply, but she didn’t look away either.

After a moment, he turned toward the wardrobe. “I’ll change.”

He picked out a simple kurta and walked aside, giving her space without saying it out loud.

Poornima stood slowly, gathering a change of clothes, her movements quieter now, less tense.

A few minutes later, both of them stood in the same room again, changed, simpler, lighter, as if the layers of the day had finally begun to fall away.

Veeresh leaned slightly against the wall, folding his arms casually.

“Our sughrat…” he said, then paused, a small smile forming. “…but let us know about each other first.”

Poornima looked at him, surprised again, but this time softer.

He walked closer, not too close, just enough.

“Shall we go out, Noor?”

She blinked. “Out?”

He nodded, a hint of excitement in his voice now. “On my Bullet.”

For a moment, she just stared at him.

The day had been chaos, pain, decisions, rituals… and now this.

A bike ride.

A strange, unexpected calm spread through her.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

That was all he needed.

Veeresh smiled, a real one this time.

“Come,” he said, already moving toward the door.

And Poornima followed.