RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE

32.Naming Ceremony

third person pov:) I swear if you all did not comment on this one then I will leave every chapter at cliffhanger and one update a week. Only emojis will also do !!!!!!!!

Hoor had taken on her role in Vedanti's life with a quiet intensity, her care for the queen and her newborn sons going beyond mere duty. She seemed to hover like a protective shadow, never far from the babies, and always attentive to their mother's needs. Every gesture, every movement she made was filled with a tenderness that didn't need words.

As Vedanti settled back against her pillows, tired but determined, she called out softly, "Hoor, bring the boys here. It's time for their feeding." Her voice carried a warmth that had become rare these days, the tension between her and Abhirath weighing heavily on her heart. But in these small, sacred moments with her sons, she found some peace.

Hoor moved swiftly, carefully gathering the twin boys in her arms. Her touch was feather-light, her movements deliberate. "Careful," Vedanti mumbled, though she knew Hoor didn't need the reminder. There was something about the way Hoor handled the babies, as if they were the most precious treasures she had ever held.

Hoor gently placed them in Vedanti's lap, her hands lingering to help adjust them for breastfeeding. But the moment the babies were settled, Hoor turned her back, her face flushed with a shyness that never failed to amuse Vedanti. The queen chuckled softly, the sound low but warm, and teased, "I have the same as you, Hoor. Why so shy?"

Hoor mumbled something under her breath, her voice so quiet that Vedanti couldn't make it out, and before she could ask again, Hoor darted into the adjoining washroom, her embarrassment clear. Vedanti's soft laughter echoed through the room. There was a certain innocence in Hoor's modesty, a contrast to the often harsh reality that surrounded them.

"Come back now, it's done," Vedanti called after her, her voice still carrying traces of amusement.

Hoor emerged from the washroom, her steps careful and measured, as if she was trying to mask her embarrassment. She returned to the bedside and immediately began playing with the boys, her face softening into a rare smile. The twins responded instantly, their small faces lighting up as they gurgled happily, their little hands reaching for her.

Watching Hoor with her sons stirred something in Vedanti. Despite everything—the broken promises, the pain she carried—there was a sense of safety in Hoor's presence. It wasn't just that Hoor was taking care of her children; it was the way she did it. There was no pretense, no distant formality. Hoor cared for them as if they were her own.

She wasn't just a servant following orders—she was a guardian, a gentle presence that brought warmth into Vedanti's fractured world. Hoor's kindness, her unwavering dedication, was something Vedanti had come to rely on, even though neither of them spoke much about it.

As Hoor entertained the boys, Vedanti leaned back, her heart heavy yet lightened by this small pocket of peace.

In Trupti's chamber, soft sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Trupti sat on her bed, gazing adoringly at her two-week-old daughter. She gently stroked her tiny hands and kissed her forehead. "Aww, my baby looks like a princess," she cooed, her heart swelling with love.

"That's because she is a princess," came a voice from behind her.

Trupti's smile faded as she turned to see who had spoken. Her excitement quickly evaporated when she saw her mother standing in the doorway. The warmth in her eyes turned cold. "Why are you here now?" she asked, her voice laced with bitterness. "Seriously, you left me when I needed you the most, Mom."