RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE

34.Finally

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I could feel Abhirath's breath hovering over my lips, the warmth of it sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes—so full of regret, loneliness, and the unspoken need to touch me, to hold our kids—pierced straight through me. The weight of his yearning was palpable, suffocating in its intensity. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and stilled myself on the bed, trying to find some semblance of control amidst the storm raging between us.

Abhirath rose slowly from the ground, his movements measured, as though each step toward me was heavy with the burden of our shared pain. "Do you remember the very first time we met, Abhirath?" I asked, my voice softer than I intended, almost as if I were speaking into a memory rather than to the man standing in front of me.

He hummed in acknowledgment, his gaze still locked onto me. "Tell me," he said quietly, and the way his voice wrapped around those words made my chest tighten. He reached for the small bottle of herb oil on the table beside the bed, his fingers brushing the smooth glass before turning back to me. "Can I?" he asked, gesturing toward my legs.

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Abhirath settled onto the bed, gently lifting my legs and resting them across his lap. His touch was cautious, respectful, as though afraid of breaking something fragile between us. He poured a small amount of the oil into his hands, warming it between his palms, then began to massage it into my skin. His fingers moved in slow, careful circles, the scent of the herbs mixing with the thick tension in the room.

The sensation of his hands on me, familiar yet distant, sent an ache through my chest. As his fingers worked through the knots in my muscles, I could feel the weight of our shared memories pressing down on us, the unspoken emotions we were too afraid to voice hanging between us like a fog.

"That day," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, 

"Mom, I'm off for sword practice!" I shouted, my voice echoing down the hall as I dashed out of her chamber, excitement bubbling inside me. Today was special—my test day. The culmination of weeks of intense training was finally here, and I couldn't wait to prove myself.

As I stepped into the practice ground, I could feel my heart race, the crisp morning air sharp against my face. I was already dressed in my armor, the weight of it grounding me as I grabbed my sword from the rack. The hilt felt solid and familiar in my hands, and I couldn't help but grin. This was it.

Standing across from me was the tallest man I had ever seen. His imposing figure loomed over me, his shoulders broad, his grip on the sword firm and unyielding. I barely reached his chest. His strong arms flexed as he adjusted his stance, and the way he held the sword with such effortless precision made my pulse quicken. My fingers tightened around the hilt as I stole a glance at him.

He could at least go easy on a cute princess like me, I murmured to myself, trying to steel my nerves.

Guruji called for the match to begin, and without hesitation, I charged forward, my sword clashing against his with a metallic ring. The force of his defense nearly knocked my weapon from my hand. I stumbled, struggling to hold my ground as his strength overwhelmed me.

Gods, he's strong.

Before I could recover, his sword was at my neck, poised to end the match. I barely had time to gasp before instinct kicked in, and I ducked, moving just in time. My helmet slipped from my head as I jerked back, and my hair tumbled loose, spilling over my shoulders. He froze, just for a moment, eyes flicking to my face.