RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE

5. Your heart to mine ❤

THIRD PERSON POV :) 

As Vedanti ran through the forest, her mind raced with a plan. She needed to draw the spies away from the innocent refugees and into a trap she had secretly arranged. She could hear the spies gaining on her, but she kept pushing forward, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The trees grew denser, the forest darker, and every step seemed to echo with the urgency of her mission.

Finally, she reached a small clearing she recognized—a designated rendezvous point with her soldiers. Vedanti stopped abruptly, turning to face her pursuers. The spies skidded to a halt, surprised by her sudden change in direction. Vedanti smirked, her eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and triumph.

"You think you've cornered me?" she taunted, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Before the spies could react, a deafening sound of rustling leaves and the clanking of armor filled the air. From all sides, a well-coordinated team of her soldiers emerged, their weapons drawn and aimed at the spies. The spies' eyes widened in shock and fear as they found themselves surrounded.

Vedanti walked slowly towards the leader of the spies, her smirk never fading. She drew her sword with a flourish, the blade catching the moonlight and reflecting a cold, lethal glint. The leader, the man with the scar, tried to maintain his composure, but the fear in his eyes betrayed him.

Vedanti stopped in front of the leader, her sword poised at his throat. "Any last words?" she asked, her voice dripping with a mixture of contempt and satisfaction.

The leader swallowed hard, his bravado crumbling under her fierce gaze. "You can't... you can't win," he stammered. "There are more of us, and we will keep coming."

Vedanti's eyes narrowed, and she pressed the sword closer to his neck, drawing a thin line of blood. "I wouldn't be so sure," she replied coldly. "You've underestimated me and my kingdom for the last time."

The other spies stood paralyzed, their weapons useless in the face of Vedanti's soldiers. Their eyes darted around, looking for any possible escape route, but there was none. The realization that they had been outmaneuvered by the queen sank in, and their fear turned to despair.

Vedanti's soldiers closed in, their expressions hard and unforgiving. The refugees, whom the spies had hoped to manipulate, were safe, thanks to Vedanti's quick thinking and bravery. The soldiers began disarming the spies, binding their hands and securing them for transport back to the palace.

Vedanti lowered her sword but kept her gaze locked on the leader. "You and your men will be brought to justice for your treachery," she declared. "And let this be a message to all who dare threaten my kingdom: I will not hesitate to defend my people and my land with every ounce of my strength."

The leader of the spies looked at her with a mix of hatred and grudging respect. "You... you're not just a queen," he muttered. "You're a warrior."

Vedanti straightened, her chin held high. "I am both," she said firmly. "And I will always fight for what is right."

As her soldiers secured the spies, Vedanti allowed herself a moment to breathe. The tension in her body began to ease, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and relief. She had successfully protected the refugees and captured the enemy spies, ensuring the safety of her kingdom.

One of her trusted soldiers, Captain Raghav, approached her and saluted. "Your Majesty, we have secured all the spies. What are your orders?"

Vedanti sheathed her sword and nodded. "Take them back to the palace and ensure they are kept under strict guard. We need to interrogate them and learn as much as we can about their plans."