CROWNED WITH LOVE : A JOURNEY OF TRADITION AND TEMPTATION

CHAPTER 35 : My Queen

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After the fervor of the speech had dissipated and the last echoes of applause faded away, the grandeur of the palace enveloped the Raghuvanshis as they made their way indoors.

Inside, Vikramaditya's eyes blazed with an intense fury as he confronted his son, Aadhyant, regarding his decision to relinquish the throne. "How could you betray our legacy?" he roared, his voice resonating through the room like booming thunder, reverberating off the ornate walls. Aadhyant, visibly tense yet resolute, met his father's gaze with unflinching determination. "Baba sa, I understand your anger, but hear me out," he implored, his voice maintaining a steady cadence amidst the palpable tension that hung in the air.

Meanwhile, Vihanna stood in a shadowy corner, unsure of what words or actions to offer in such a charged atmosphere.

Aadhyant take steps forward and held his father's hand to calm him down. He said " Baba sa you used to say that greatness lies not in the crown you wear, but in the actions you take. Lead with wisdom, compassion, and courage, and you shall be remembered not as a king, but as a beacon of light for generations to come." he repeats the words his father said once.

"I have learned from you that our actions showcase who we really are. And we all have witnessed what Vihanna is capable of doing. She possesses the wisdom and compassion deserving of that crown," Aadhyant proclaimed earnestly.

"You know how I've always dreamed of becoming an airforce pilot. But years ago, I sacrificed that dream for you, for this kingdom. I never belonged here, but she does," he added, his voice filled with a sense of longing and resolution.

Vikramaditya's expression softened slightly, a glimmer of understanding crossing his features. "And now?" he prompted, his tone retaining a hint of skepticism. Aadhyant drew a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Now, I see things differently. I don't think any other person deserves the crown more than Vihanna," he declared firmly, his voice resonating with conviction.

Upon hearing his resolute tone, no one further argued. With silent acknowledgment, everyone dispersed to their respective rooms, leaving the weighty decision to hang in the air.

As Aadhyant closed the door behind them, Vihanna turned to him, her eyes brimming with emotion, and asked, "Why?" He smiled warmly, approaching her and enveloping her in a tender embrace. With a sigh, he spoke slowly, "Because you deserve this, my queen."

After drawing comfort from his embrace, she pulled away, her expression tense with worry. "How am I going to do it?" she asked anxiously. "I don't know anything about it. I've never even dreamed of running a kingdom. I cannot do this, Aadhyant. These people have always seen you as their future king. They will never accept me."

He spoke gently, his words aimed at soothing her frazzled nerves. "Please, calm down," he urged, his voice tender as he reached out to comfort her. "They may have seen me as a prince, but they have also witnessed the remarkable work you've been doing over the past months. And remember your dream—this is your chance to fulfill it. This position will provide you with the power and resources necessary to achieve your aspirations."

He continued, reassuringly, "And I am here with you every step of the way. You don't have to worry about anything. Once you win, you will receive all the training and support you need."

Understanding, she nodded her head in acknowledgment. He made a move to leave, but just as he reached for the door handle, she called out his name softly, "Aadhyant." He turned around, his eyes curious, and asked, "Yes?"

With a rush of emotion, she took a deep breath and confessed, "I LOVE YOU." It was the first time she had ever uttered those words, and the weight of them hung in the air. He had been longing to hear them, and the smile that spread across his face was radiant, stretching from ear to ear.

With a swift and determined stride, he closed the distance between them, his every step echoing the urgency of his feelings. Their lips collided in a fervent kiss, a meeting of souls fueled by longing and desire. Breaking away, they found themselves breathless, their chests rising and falling in synchrony with the rush of emotions coursing through them. Pressing their foreheads together, a smile played on his lips as he whispered softly against hers, "I LOVE YOU TOO."

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