RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE

8.Goosebumps

THIS IS HOW I IMAGINED ABHIRATH 🥵🥵☝🏻☝🏻

THIRD PERSON POV:)

The morning sun filtered through the intricately designed windows of Abhirath's chamber, casting a warm, golden glow. Abhirath, clad in his regal attire, was getting ready for court when he heard a knock at the door. His father, the former king, entered, his expression serious.

"Son, I want to talk to you," his father said, sitting on a nearby chair.

"Yes, Father, I am all ears," Abhirath replied, sitting beside him.

Abhirath's father took a deep breath, clearly struggling to find the right words. "Abhirath, you are a king. You represent our kingdom," he began, his voice tinged with hesitation. "I... or we... did not understand why you married Trupti. You just suddenly went on a trip to the neighboring kingdom and married her, and then came back."

Abhirath, sensing the weight of his father's words, interjected, "Father, please tell me clearly what you are trying to say."

His father took another deep breath, and Abhirath had never seen him so nervous. "Vedanti is like a daughter to me. You have made her life a mess, and your presence with Trupti will always remind her of your betrayal. So... could you go away take Trupti with you?" he asked, avoiding Abhirath's eyes.

Abhirath was stunned. The thought of his own father asking him to leave the kingdom was incomprehensible. In a broken voice, he asked, "Father, are you asking me to go away from you all? I can't believe it."

"Yes, Abhirath," his father shouted, unable to contain his emotions.

"Stop it, Vishwanath!" Abhirath's mother said as she entered the room. "How could you say that to our child? I know you adore Vedanti, but asking your own blood to go away from you... How could you even think that?" She moved to hug Abhirath, who embraced her tightly.

"Love, you stay away from this," his father responded, frustration evident in his voice. "You don't know what Vedanti feels because I never had a second wife."

Abhirath's mother gasped, her anger rising. "Abhirath is not the first king to have multiple wives in history! You didn't marry anyone else because I was enough for you. Maybe Vedanti is... Before she could complete, Abhirath interrupted her.

"Mother, Vedanti is everything any man could ever need. She is just perfect. Her decisions, her capability to act under pressure, her discipline, and most importantly, her love for me are all pure. Despite everything, she is still here. It's me who is failed... a bad lover, a failed husband, a failed son," he said, looking at his father. "And maybe a bad..."

"Stop right there," his mother interrupted firmly, wiping his tears. "You are not any of those things, Abhirath."

The tension in the room was thick, each person grappling with their own emotions. Abhirath's father's stern demeanor softened slightly, but his resolve remained. "Abhirath, it's not about having multiple wives. It's about the pain you've caused. Vedanti deserves better."

Abhirath felt a lump in his throat. "Father, I will fix this. Just give me time. I can't leave Vedanti. I love her too much."

His mother placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We will find a way through this, together. Just promise me you won't give up."

Abhirath nodded, his resolve hardening. "I promise, Mother. I won't give up."

Abhirath's father, Vishwanath, remained seated, his expression a mix of pain and determination. As the room emptied, he murmured to himself, barely audible, "If things keep messing up like this, then I fear I will have to share the most distressing, long-kept secret with you love, and you will probably hate me after that."