RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE

30. LOST

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Third Peron Pov:)

"Vedanti!" Abhirath shouted, dropping to his knees beside her. He pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling with emotion. "Are you alright? Vedu, talk to me!"

She nodded weakly, her body trembling. "it's... save my baby...

Abhirath's heart sank as he noticed her trembling uncontrollably. Her breaths were shallow, and her contractions had intensified. He realized, with a sudden stab of fear, that the baby was coming—too soon, too fast. He held her closer, trying to steady her, his own panic rising. "You'll be okay, Vedu. I promise."

The rest of the family arrived, surrounding them in a tense circle. Devansh, his face dark with anger, stepped forward, his voice thick with accusation. "How could you let this happen, Abhirath?"

Radika, trembling and tearful, looked at Vedanti with horror. "You promised to protect her. This was your doing!"

Abhirath's throat tightened, guilt washing over him as he clung to Vedanti. He opened his mouth to respond, but words failed him. How could he explain the helplessness that gripped him? The fear that twisted his heart when he saw her fall?

But before anyone could say more, Vedanti let out a low groan of pain. Her body convulsed as another contraction tore through her. "Abhi..." she whispered, her voice fading. "The babies..."

"We need the physician!" Abhirath shouted, his voice urgent as he looked around wildly. "Someone get the physician, now!"

The palace physician arrived quickly, rushing to Vedanti's side. Abhirath held her hand tightly, his heart pounding. He watched, helpless, as the physician assessed her condition, his expression turning grave.

"She's in labor," the physician said, his tone grim. "But her body is exhausted... the stress of the fall... it's too much."

"No," Abhirath whispered, his eyes wide with fear. "She's strong. She can handle this. Just—please, do something!"

The family was ushered inside, Vedanti carried carefully to her chambers as the physician and midwives began preparing for the birth. Abhirath stayed by her side, holding her hand through every wave of pain. He whispered words of comfort, but his own fear was overwhelming. His heart broke every time he saw her wince, every time her grip on his hand weakened.

After what felt like an eternity, the room was filled with the cries of not one, but two newborn boys. Abhirath's breath caught in his throat as he looked at his sons, the overwhelming joy and relief mingling with the fear still twisting in his gut.

But Vedanti was silent.

She lay there, unconscious, her body limp from exhaustion. Abhirath's hands shook as he cupped her face, his voice trembling. "Vedu... wake up. Please."

The physician worked quickly, but the concern on his face was unmistakable. Abhirath's desperation grew as he watched. "Do something!" he begged, his voice raw with emotion. "Please... you have to wake her up! She needs to see them, she needs to see our sons."

The physician looked at him with sympathy, shaking his head. "She's too weak. She needs rest. There's nothing we can do right now except wait."

Abhirath's heart clenched. He looked down at Vedanti, her face pale and still, her breaths shallow. He kissed her forehead, his tears falling onto her skin. "Please, Vedu," he whispered. "Don't leave me. Not now."

The two baby boys were brought to him, their tiny faces red from crying. Abhirath held them both in his arms, looking between his sons and his unconscious wife. His chest ached, torn between the joy of becoming a father and the fear that Vedanti wouldn't wake up to share it with him.