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Chapter 53 Choosing Him Again

The day of discharge felt strange.

Calm on the outside.

Heavy underneath.

The doctor explained everything carefully to Poornima. Her condition, her memory loss, the precautions she needed to take. Everyone listened quietly.

Poornima nodded, absorbing it all.

She did not panic.

She did not question too much.

She simply accepted.

Veeresh stood a little distance away, watching her.

His mind was somewhere else.

He knew what usually happened in such situations.

She would go with her parents.

She would feel safer there.

More familiar.

More known.

And he…

He would wait.

Again.

That thought tightened something inside him.

He didn’t say it.

Didn’t show it.

He just stood there.

Silent.

Then Poornima turned toward her parents.

“Amma,” she said softly.

Her mother looked at her immediately.

“Yes, beta?”

Poornima took a small breath.

“I am going with Mr Qureshi.”

The room stilled.

Everyone looked at her.

Including Veeresh.

“I don’t remember anything,” she continued honestly. “But he remembers.”

Her gaze shifted toward him.

“And he is my husband.”

Her voice was calm.

Steady.

“So he will take care of me.”

There was no hesitation.

No confusion.

Just clarity.

Her mother’s eyes filled with emotion.

Her father looked at Veeresh for a moment.

Then nodded slowly.

As if accepting her decision.

Veeresh stood there.

For a second, he couldn’t react.

Then…

A small smile appeared.

Not loud.

Not expressive.

But real.

“Yes,” he said softly.

“I will.”

He stepped closer to her.

And gently held her hand.

Careful.

Respectful.

But firm.

Poornima didn’t pull away.

Instead…

She held his hand back.

Firmly.

As if anchoring herself to something she didn’t remember…

But trusted.

They started walking slowly toward the exit.

Side by side.

Step by step.

Her grip didn’t loosen.

Not even once.

And Veeresh…

He didn’t look away.

Because even without memories…

She had chosen him again.

And this time…

It felt just as real.

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