Chapter 67 Holding On

Veeresh leaned back in his chair and let out a slow breath.

“You’re right,” he said to Ravikant.

Ravikant gave a small nod. “Don’t worry. She will be yours.”

There was certainty in his tone.

Veeresh smiled faintly.

Not fully convinced.

But holding onto that hope.

Ravikant stood up and left quietly, giving him space.

After a few minutes, Veeresh picked up his keys.

He didn’t think twice.

He just went.

The drive felt shorter this time.

Because his heart already knew where it wanted to be.

When he reached the Rajawat house, he didn’t go inside immediately.

His eyes moved upward.

And there she was.

Standing in the balcony.

Looking out.

Lost in her own thoughts.

For a second, he just stood there.

Watching her.

Then he walked in.

Climbed the stairs.

And reached her.

Without saying a word, he stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

A firm back hug.

Poornima froze for a second.

Then…

She felt it.

Him.

That same warmth.

That same presence.

She didn’t pull away.

Veeresh buried his face near her shoulder, holding her tighter.

“I miss you,” he said, his voice breaking.

Poornima’s heart clenched.

She didn’t remember him.

But she could feel his pain.

And it affected her.

Deeply.

She slowly turned in his hold, making him face her.

His eyes were wet.

She gently wiped his tears.

“What happened, Mr Qureshi?” she asked softly.

He looked at her, vulnerable in a way he never was in front of anyone else.

“I can’t live without you,” he said honestly.

There was no hesitation.

“No control.”

“Nothing.”

“That room… it has our memories,” he continued. “And I can’t stay there without you.”

His voice dropped.

“I am not able to be away from you.”

Poornima looked at him for a moment.

Thinking.

Feeling.

Then she said softly,

“Let’s go out.”

He blinked slightly.

“To where?” he asked.

“Anywhere,” she said. “Let’s just… go.”

He didn’t question it.

They left together.

The evening air was calm, the roads quieter than usual.

After a while, Veeresh stopped the car near a small dhaba.

Poornima looked at it and smiled slightly.

“I feel like eating something here.”

He smiled.

“Of course.”

They sat down.

She ordered food without thinking much.

Something simple.

Something she liked.

Veeresh noticed it immediately.

“That’s your favorite,” he said softly.

She looked at him.

“You don’t like me?” she asked suddenly.

He frowned slightly.

“What?”

Poornima hesitated, then spoke honestly.

“I don’t know… how I was with you before,” she said. “Maybe because I don’t remember.”

A pause.

“But sometimes I feel… I am not behaving the way I should with you.”

Her eyes met his.

“And I don’t know if you are comfortable with me like this.”

There was no accusation.

Just confusion.

And honesty.

Before she could say more, Veeresh pulled her gently toward him.

“Not at all, begum jaan,” he said softly.

His voice steady.

Warm.

“I still love you.”

The words came without effort.

Without doubt.

Poornima looked at him.

And smiled.

That smile reached her eyes.

“Then stop crying,” she said lightly.

A small tease.

Something natural.

He let out a soft breath.

“Okay,” he said.

They sat there for a while, eating, talking less but feeling more.

Before leaving, Veeresh looked at her.

“I will come every day to meet you,” he said.

Not asking.

Just telling.

Poornima nodded.

“Okay.”

Simple.

Easy.

As if it was always meant to be that way.

Before she could turn away, he leaned forward and placed a soft peck on her lips.

She paused for a second.

Then smiled.

And in that moment…

Even without memories…

It still felt right.