RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE

2. For her. For us.

This story is based on my imagination please do not comments about their age-gap, Because I like older man and in all my story you will the male character much older than the female character, If you are not comfortable please don't read.

vedanti -20 years ; abhirath 28 years

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THIRD PERSON POV :)

Before Abhirath could explain further, a servant interrupted with an urgent message, "The Queen Mother requests your immediate presence, Your Majesty." Abhirath's brows furrowed in frustration, his attention torn between Vedanti and the pressing matter at hand.

"I must attend to this," he said apologetically, his voice tinged with regret. "We will continue this conversation later, Vedanti." With a conflicted glance back at her, he hurriedly left the chamber, leaving Vedanti standing amidst the ancient artifacts and scrolls, her mind reeling with unanswered questions and emotions.

Vedanti watched him go, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. She knew their conversation was far from over, but for now, she needed time to process everything.

The palace was a maze of memories for Vedanti, each corridor echoing with the whispers of a past she could never escape. Tonight, the air was thick with the weight of her husband's return and the arrival of his new bride, Trupti. Vedanti lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, the events of the day replaying in her mind like a relentless storm.

The ceremony had been grand, befitting the king's status. The courtiers had watched with bated breath as Abhirath and Trupti entered the palace, their faces painted with forced smiles. Vedanti's heart had clenched with each step they took together, but she had stood there, unwavering, beside her mother-in-law, offering a warm, if strained, welcome.

Unable to find solace in sleep, Vedanti rose from her bed, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders. The cool night air brushed against her skin as she quietly left her chamber, careful not to wake the sleeping servants. She wandered through the palace, her footsteps echoing softly against the stone floors. The flickering torches cast long shadows on the walls, making the grand halls feel both familiar and alien.

As she walked, her mind churned with conflicting emotions—betrayal, anger, sadness, and an overwhelming sense of loss. Her once-beloved husband had returned with another woman, and despite her best efforts to remain composed, the pain was too much to bear.

Vedanti found herself in a part of the palace she rarely visited—a long-forgotten wing with rooms that had been sealed off for years. The air was musty, and cobwebs draped the corners of the ceilings like ancient tapestries. She pushed open a creaky door and stepped into a dusty storage room, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space.

As she moved further into the room, something caught her attention—a peculiar pattern on the floor, a series of tiles that didn't match the rest. Curiosity piqued, Vedanti knelt down and traced the edges of the tiles with her fingers. She felt a slight give and, with a determined push, the tiles shifted, revealing a hidden trapdoor.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she lifted the trapdoor, revealing a narrow staircase descending into darkness. Taking a deep breath, Vedanti grabbed a torch from the wall and began her descent, the flame casting a warm, flickering light that barely penetrated the shadows.

The staircase led her to a small, hidden chamber filled with ancient artifacts—books, scrolls, and relics from a bygone era. The walls were lined with shelves, and in the center of the room stood a pedestal, upon which lay a scroll wrapped in a velvet cloth.