RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE

27. Queen for a reason.

Third PERSON POV

"I knew my love would bring you back," Omkara's voice was a low growl, dripping with menace. "And if it can't... then I won't let you live peacefully."

The room was cloaked in shadows, the only light coming from the flickering torches mounted on the stone walls. Vedanti stood tall, her figure silhouetted against the dim light, her gaze locked on Omkara, who lounged with a smug grin on his face.

Vedanti's lips curled into a cold smile, a dark chuckle escaping her. "Years ago, I was a naïve girl you manipulated. But now... you're speaking to a woman who has learned the art of manipulation from the very best." She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "I can't wait to kill you with my own hands."

Omkara's smile faltered, but only for a moment. He dropped to his knees, his gaze fixed on the ground, a mocking gesture of submission. "I'm already dead in your love," he whispered. Then, looking up at her, his expression darkened. "But I wonder, Vedanti, do you truly know everything? Do you want to know how Abhirath killed his own parents with his hands? And yet, you don't hate him. He married another woman, had a child with her, and still, you don't hate him. God, you love him so much, don't you?"

Vedanti's eyes burned with a fierce intensity as she watched Omkara rise slowly. His words dripped with venom, but they didn't affect her as he'd hoped. Instead, she looked at him with a cold detachment. "And yet, you," she said softly, "who has never touched another woman after you saw me, who stopped all your vile deeds for the chance to win me... are you madly in love with me, Omkara?"

He stood slowly, his voice growing more intense with each word. "But I... I haven't touched another woman after I met you. I didn't marry anyone. I did terrible things, but after I met you, I stopped everything. For you. I stopped for you! And still, you choose Abhirath over me!" His voice roared with anger, echoing off the stone walls.

Vedanti's eyes narrowed, her expression unwavering. "You're madly in love with me, aren't you, Omkara? Then why don't you let me meet Abhirath's parents, whom you've hidden in your secret basement?"

Omkara's face drained of color. How could she know? No one knew. not even his trusted men were not aware of the secret. His mind raced, trying to find an explanation.

"I... you..." Omkara stuttered, his confidence crumbling. Everything he had worked for, all his plans, his wealth, his power—wasted if he couldn't have her.

"Speak up, Omkara," Vedanti taunted, her voice a dangerous whisper. "You spent years planning, scheming, but it was all for nothing if you cannot have me."

Driven by rage, Omkara lunged at Vedanti, his hands reaching out to grab her, but before he could touch her, she moved with deadly precision. In a swift motion, her blade sliced through the air, severing his right arm at the elbow. Blood splattered across the floor as Omkara's scream echoed through the palace, his severed hand landing with a sickening thud.

"That's just the trailer, my dear Omkara," Vedanti said, wiping his blood from her dagger with a practiced ease. Her voice was calm, almost serene. "Just wait until I cut you into pieces. You will pay for every tear you've caused me."

Omkara writhed on the floor, his hand clutching the bleeding stump, his face twisted in agony. "Physician!" he screamed, but no one came to his aid.

"Tsk, tsk," Vedanti mocked, her eyes cold as ice. "Look, baby,"She gently placed her hand on her nine-month-old baby bump. "It's almost funny, isn't it? You, who thought you were so powerful, brought down to this, where's your loyal servant now, Omkara? Where's the power you once wielded?"

Vedanti clapped her hands twice, and five soldiers entered the chamber, their expressions stony and unforgiving. "Take him to his throne room," she commanded. "Today, justice will be served."

Moments Earlier

Abhirath and Dev moved swiftly through the dark, narrow corridor, Rose guiding them with quiet determination. There were no guards; Omkara had kept this place hidden, his private hell where he tormented those he considered enemies. They reached a small, isolated cell at the end of the corridor, where Abhirath's parents were shackled, their frail bodies slumped against the cold stone walls.

Without hesitation, the brothers freed them, their hands trembling as they embraced their parents. Tears of relief and sorrow mingled as they led them out of the darkness.

"We have to hurry," Rose urged, her voice barely above a whisper. They moved quickly, guiding the terrified parents towards the royal court, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and hope.

As they entered the court, the scene before them was one of stark contrast. Omkara, now a shadow of the man he once was, knelt before the throne, his right arm a bloody stump. His face was contorted in pain and terror, his power stripped away.

And there, sitting on his throne as if she had owned it her whole life, was Vedanti. Her presence was commanding, her eyes cold and unforgiving as she gazed down at Omkara. The crown suited her; she wore it not as a symbol of royalty, but as a mark of her victory, her strength.

Abhirath couldn't help but smile as he watched his wife, knowing full well what she was capable of. Omkara's suffering was a testament to her power, her ability to handle anything and everything that came her way. He glanced at Omkara's severed arm with satisfaction, the smile on his face growing wider.

As the brothers and their parents entered the court, Vedanti turned her gaze to them, her expression softening for just a moment. But when she looked back at Omkara, the cold, dangerous woman returned, ready to deliver the final blow.

"I vedanti the queen of Marward..........

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