Her lips slowly moved closer to his, and all Veerendra could do was watch.

For perhaps the first time in his life, the man who always had an answer, a command, or a solution found himself completely helpless. His eyes remained fixed on her face, drinking in every tiny movement, every hesitant breath, every flicker of emotion crossing her features. There were a thousand things he wanted to say, yet none of them reached his lips. Instead, his eyes spoke for him, carrying more vulnerability than words ever could.