Chapter 70 — When the Mind Starts Breaking

Morning light slipped into the room quietly, soft and indifferent to everything happening inside it.

Poornima woke up slowly.

For a moment, everything felt normal.

Then her eyes landed on him.

Veeresh.

Sitting nearby, watching her like he hadn’t left all night.

Her expression tightened instantly.

“Why are you here?” she asked flatly.

A pause.

“Go to your house, Salvatore.”

Veeresh didn’t move immediately.

Instead, he looked at her calmly, as if he had expected this reaction.

“Is this how you treat your husband?” he asked quietly.

Poornima let out a short, bitter breath.

“There is nothing between us.”

That sentence hit the air sharply.

Veeresh stood up and walked closer.

“Poornima,” he said softer now, almost careful, “one chance. Please.”

He reached for her hand.

“I will never make you regret—”

She pushed him away immediately.

Hard.

“Don’t.”

Her voice broke.

“Veeresh… I am forgetting things.”

Silence.

She stepped back, shaking slightly now.

“Can’t you understand that?”

Her eyes were wet, not from anger anymore—but from exhaustion.

“One day I wake up and I don’t even know who you are,” she said shakily. “Then how will you explain everything?”

Veeresh froze.

Poornima continued, words spilling out now.

“I am not normal.”

Her hands trembled.

“My mind keeps telling me things I don’t understand. Flashes… fragments… they come and go.”

She pressed her fingers to her head.

“It hurts like hell.”

Her voice cracked.

“Sometimes I feel like I want to die just to stop the pain.”

A pause.

“I don’t know what is happening to me.”

Her breathing turned uneven.

“It’s unpredictable… I feel like I’m going mad…”

She looked at him, completely raw now.

“And I feel like I’m dying inside every time I forget something again.”

Silence fell heavily between them.

Veeresh didn’t interrupt.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Because this wasn’t anger anymore.

This was a breakdown happening in real time.

Poornima’s voice dropped into something softer, almost helpless.

“Do you understand that, Veeresh?”

For the first time in all of this—

Salvatore Dreewan didn’t have a quick answer.

Only silence.

And the realization that loving her now meant dealing with pain he couldn’t simply control… or fix… or fight.