RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE

36. Gone

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Tension filled the place as Vedanti, standing before the kingdom's people, was abruptly pulled back by her father, Vishwanath. His hand wrapped tightly around her wrist, and his voice cut through her like a blade.

"Everyone, enjoy the celebration," Vishwanath said, his tone commanding, pulling Vedanti along toward his chamber. Abhirath and Roopmati followed close behind, carrying the babies, their expressions heavy with concern. As they entered the chamber, Vishwanath motioned for the door to be shut, sealing them off from the world outside.

But before the door could fully close, Dev, Trupti, Devansh, and Radika slipped inside. There was a palpable tension in the air, the kind that crackled with unspoken accusations and hidden grief.

Vishwanath turned to Vedanti, his face a mask of stern authority. "Just because you are a mother of two does not make you any less of a child in front of me, Princess." His words were sharp, almost scolding.

"Baba..." Vedanti began, trying to explain, but Vishwanath cut her off.

"If you leave this kingdom," he declared, his voice hard, "then I will remove Abhirath from the throne. He will no longer be king, but a commoner in this kingdom."

The words struck Vedanti like a blow to the chest. Her heart stopped for a moment as her gaze darted to Abhirath. He stood silent, the weight of the threat hanging between them. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized the depth of her father's intentions.

Then, another voice joined in agreement—Devansh. "You are absolutely right, Vishwanath," he said with a chilling certainty.

"Baba? Baba?" Vedanti's voice rose in disbelief, glancing between her father and father. "Are you both out of your minds? This is his kingdom! Why would you take that away from him?" She struggled to control the anger boiling inside her, her fists clenched at her sides.

Vishwanath's calm yet cutting voice responded, "Oh really, my dear daughter? Did you forget it's all yours? You are my child, not Abhirath. My ancestors built this strong kingdom for our generations, not for outsiders."

Vedanti's breath hitched. "Outsider?" Her voice trembled. "Baba, how can you call him an outsider? He's the boy you raised all your life. He may not be your blood, but he has your mind—your strength." Her last words were barely above a whisper, as if saying them aloud might shatter her completely. "I'm already leaving, Baba. Please, support him. He needs you the most right now. Please, Baba... both of you."

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Both Vishwanath and Devansh remained unmoved, their faces hardened with resolve. "Let her think," Vishwanath said coldly, gesturing for everyone to leave.

Before anyone could react, both Roopmati and Radika stepped forward. In a shocking moment, they slapped their husbands in unison, their faces burning with fury. "First, you snatched our son from us," Roopmati spat, her voice trembling with rage, "and now this?" Radika followed, her voice filled with bitter disappointment. "Today, our son did not fail. Your blood and your upbringing did," she seethed, directing her words at the men standing silent and unyielding.

Without waiting for a response, Roopmati and Radika stormed out of the room with baby's prince's, their anger palpable, leaving their husbands reeling in shock. The door closed behind them, and soon, the others followed suit, leaving only Vedanti and Abhirath alone in the room.

"Abhirath," she whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible. "Stay."

As soon as the door closed, a tense silence filled the room. Vedanti could barely breathe, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to process everything that had just happened. Her father's words echoed in her mind—Abhirath will no longer be king... just a commoner.