RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE

45.Through His Eyes

I have pour all the love that I have inside me into this chapter so I do except at least 20 comments guys please do or else not update ):

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Vedanti pov :)

Next day as I went to call raj and abhi from abhirath chamber his things were been setting in his room;  As I stood in Abhirath's chamber, watching the servants carefully arrange his belongings, my heart fluttered with a sense of warmth and anticipation. Finally, after so long, we would be sharing this space again. The thought of seeing him every day, waking up to his presence, made my heart beat faster, a surge of emotions I hadn't allowed myself to feel in so long.

The servants paused in their work, one of them bowing slightly before speaking, "Queen, these are the king's confidential things. Where should we place them?"

I waved my hand gently, offering a soft smile. "You all may leave. I'll take care of it myself. Thank you for your help."

Once they were gone, the room fell into a quiet stillness. I settled on the bed, my fingers brushing over the pile of "confidential things" that Abhirath held so dear. My curiosity piqued, I began to explore, opening the box delicately, as if each item might reveal a hidden part of his soul.

The first thing I noticed was something small, yet it carried so much weight. My earring. The one I thought I had lost ages ago. I held it in my palm, a surge of nostalgia washing over me. Why would he keep this? The realization hit me with a soft, painful tug at my heart—he had held onto it all this time, a tiny part of me he never let go of.

Then, nestled beneath a few more items, was something that made me gasp—a letter. My very first letter to him. The paper had aged, the edges worn from being handled too often, but the words, my words, were still there. I traced the ink with my fingertip, remembering the excitement and nervousness I had felt when I wrote it. My heart skipped a beat, realizing that he had kept this too.

And then, my favorite book. Had he read it? My heart warmed at the thought of him holding it, turning the pages, discovering a piece of my world.

But as I moved my hand across the book's cover, something else caught my eye—a diary. Abhirath's diary. The leather was worn, and my hands trembled slightly as I opened it, unsure if I was ready to see what was inside.

The first page greeted me with a simple, yet startling drawing—me, staring out at the sun. It was so detailed, so full of emotion, that it nearly broke me. But it was the words beneath the drawing that shattered me completely.

His handwriting was familiar, strong and purposeful, but the words... they tore through me, each one a raw, unfiltered truth. "leaving her is tear me apart, like a storm ripping at my very own heart, am I not in love..."

My breath hitched.

"...seeing that look of disappointment, hate, and sadness in her eyes, the silence of her echo in my soul, leaving a void where once was a whole..."

The tears spilled freely now, and I clutched the diary to my chest. I had no idea he felt this way. All these years, I had assumed... no, I had convinced myself that he was indifferent, that maybe he had never truly loved me. But these words—they were raw, unguarded, and they tore at me with a truth I wasn't prepared to face.

"Seeing her not wanting me near her nor the kids, it haunts me every day. For five years, I didn't drown in memories that wouldn't settle down, and she asks, 'Did I ever even love her?'"