Chapter 4 — Claimed

The moment Poornima released his collar, Veeresh thought she would finally stop.

Instead, she turned casually toward another group of men sitting near the dance floor.

One of them immediately smiled at her.

That was enough.

Veeresh’s jaw tightened.

Before Poornima could take another step, he grabbed her waist suddenly and lifted her onto his shoulder effortlessly.

“Veeresh!” she shouted, surprised before laughter escaped her lips.

People around them froze.

Nobody dared interfere.

Salvatore looked furious.

Veeresh ignored every stare as he carried her out of the club like she belonged to him. The cold night air hit them the moment they stepped outside.

He opened the back door of the black luxury car and placed her inside carefully despite his anger.

Then he entered beside her.

“Penthouse,” he ordered coldly.

“Yes, sir,” the driver replied immediately.

Before the car even started moving, Poornima climbed onto Veeresh’s lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Veeresh looked down at her in disbelief.

“You know what you’re doing?”

Poornima adjusted herself comfortably against his chest, completely unbothered by the dangerous tension radiating from him.

“I know, Salvatore.”

His hand instinctively moved to her waist to steady her when the car moved.

Big mistake.

Because Poornima noticed.

A soft smile appeared on her lips as she looked up at him lazily. “See? You’re soft.”

Veeresh let out a low laugh filled with disbelief. “Soft?”

“Yes.”

She leaned against him more comfortably, sitting on his lap like she owned the most feared man in the room.

Like he belonged to her already.

And strangely—

Veeresh Dreewan didn’t push her away.