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Abhirath pov :)
I jolted awake, heart pounding, drenched in sweat. The same nightmare again. Every night since that incident, I've been haunted by it. The sound of Vedanti screaming, the sight of her and Omkara falling from the terrace—it replays in my mind like a cursed memory I can never escape. "Vedantiiiiiii," I had screamed, rushing to save her, but I couldn't. The fear of losing her still claws at me, and now that fear has become my reality in a different way.
Rubbing my face, I pushed myself up from the bed and walked to the secret cupboard. I needed to see her. Just a glimpse of her peaceful face would calm the chaos in my mind. I entered the secret tunnel, moving quietly as I approached her chamber.
Through the hidden opening, I watched her, my rabbit, sleeping soundly with our sons beside her. The moonlight filtered in through the window, illuminating her soft features. For a moment, I felt peace—just watching them, knowing they were safe. But the ache inside me grew deeper. I wanted to touch her, to hold her, but I knew I didn't deserve that anymore.
She hates me, and I deserve every bit of that hate.
My mind drifted back to her words earlier, the anger, the hurt. She was right—who would accept their husband second wife? Who would stand by silently as their love was shattered? Vedanti had done it out of love for me, but I had betrayed her in ways that couldn't be undone.
But despite everything, she is still so innocent. My rabbit, the woman who once showered me with kisses, who called me her "Abhi," who glared at me in frustration when I returned with scratches after rescuing that stray cat for her. She had said then, "What was the need to put your life in danger for this cat, Abhi?" Her fingers had softly cupped my cheeks as she scolded me, and I had kissed her in response, savoring every moment of her touch. She was like saffron in my life—rare, precious, the one thing I cherished more than anything.
I remembered the way she once sat on my lap, teasing me, asking, "Abhi, one day I'd love to become the queen of the entire hind. Would you do that for me?"
Her playful tone indicated that she doubted I could fulfill all her wishes. But she was wrong. I swore in my heart that I would make every one of her dreams come true. I would conquer the Hind if I had to, just for her.
But now... I've lost her.
I returned to my chamber, the emptiness gnawing at me as I dressed. There was only one thing I could do now—to make her dreams a reality, even if it meant she would never forgive me. With or without me, Vedanti would get everything she ever wanted. If I couldn't be the man she once loved, I could at least be the man who fulfilled her desires.
I walked to the soldiers' barracks, waking them one by one. They stirred, confused by my sudden presence at this hour. I told them to prepare for war. "It's time to make her every dream come true," I said, my voice low but determined.
My queen, my rabbit... I will give you the world. Even if it's without me.
The soldiers scrambled to their feet, sensing the urgency in my voice. I watched as they prepared, my thoughts far from the battle that was looming. I could only think of her—Vedanti. Her face flashed before me, the way she looked at me tonight, those hurt-filled eyes that once glowed with love. I couldn't bear it. She was right to hate me.
As they lined up for instructions, my mind drifted again to the first time I saw her, ten years ago. I had been so captivated by her innocence, her strength hidden beneath that soft exterior. She had stood out like a beacon of light in a world that was too dark for me. And now... now I was the reason for the shadows in her eyes.
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RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE
Historical Fiction"I am yours just yours but I can't be with you anymore" ---------------------- "I married her to save her from the disgrace and shame that society would have thrust upon her," Abhirath said, his voice steady but tinged with an edge of desperation. V...