Fated Love

Chapter 8

Vaidehi's POV

These past 7 years have been a relentless storm of heartache for me. From the agonizing separation from Raghav to the gut-wrenching loss of my parents and the constant struggle to provide for my children, each day has been a battle against despair. There hasn't been a single night when tears didn't stain my cheeks, or my heart didn't ache with longing. Yet, through it all, it was our love and the resilience of our children that kept me pushing forward, despite the overwhelming odds.

I clung to an unshakeable faith in our love, but the doubts, at times, felt deafeningly loud. The harsh reality of our situation often felt too ugly to confront. Now, seeing that my faith and love have been vindicated feels like a cool balm on a searing wound. Raghav didn't betray me; fate played a cruel hand, but at least he wasn't alone and has now been reunited with his family.

The pain hasn't vanished miraculously, but this moment marks the beginning of healing for both of us. I can sense Raghav's torment, his guilt, and his unspoken anguish, even though it wasn't his fault. He has always shielded me fiercely, and I can still vividly recall the sheer joy and disbelief in his eyes when we discovered my pregnancy all those years ago. His determination to provide us with the best life has been a beacon in our darkest times.

Finally, my children will know the love of a father and the warmth of a family who cherishes them. I was apprehensive about whether Raghav's family would accept us, but witnessing them embrace Ansh, seeing the pieces of our fractured puzzle click into place, fills me with overwhelming relief. Ansh, reserved and cautious like his father, finds an immediate connection with his newfound kin. Aashi, my spirited daughter, could make friends with a shadow, and I anticipate her exuberant reaction when she meets her father for the first time. Their acceptance is a balm to my wounded soul.

Now to think about it even when Raghav was with us, without memory of his identity, he exuded an extraordinary presence. Now, surrounded by his family, it's clear that they are no ordinary people. Their regal bearing and commanding aura leave me in awe. I realize, with a pang of guilt, that I don't even know my husband's last name.

Lost in my reflections, a sharp knock interrupts my thoughts. Raghav's response is cold, authoritative—the tone i never heard from him. if i thought that he was confident earlier then this form of his screams power and authority like i have never seen.As the door opened she saw 3 figures entering one of them a man in his fifties with a stoic face which didn't betray any emotion and other 2 were doctors who looked familiar to her, but she couldn't put a finger where she has seen them.

Author's POV

Dr. James and Dr. Reddy, renowned in their fields, found themselves facing their most daunting case yet—not due to its complexity, but because of the family involved. The Rajvanshis, known for their ruthless reputation, made every aspect of this case critical. They knew that any issue affecting the young girl, Aashi, could cost them not just their jobs, but their lives.

Initially surprised by the secrecy surrounding the new generation of the Royal family, the doctors understood they couldn't question their circumstances. Once satisfied that everything was in order, they summoned a nearby guard to request a meeting with the family.

The guard quickly informed Rajnath, who awaited them in the hallway. Rajnath meticulously reviewed every detail before allowing the doctors to proceed, keenly aware that Aashi, the first girl born into the clan in seven generations, would be deeply cherished. He prided himself on his emotional control, crucial for his duty, yet he had already developed a protective love for the princess, vowing to safeguard her forever.

Entering the room, the doctors trembled with nerves, sweat breaking on their foreheads. They bowed deeply, avoiding direct eye contact, and after receiving Rajnath's nod, they began their briefing on Aashi's condition. The family breathed a collective sigh of relief upon hearing that everything was fine.

Raghav felt a weight lift off his chest; while he had only just learned of his daughter, the overwhelming love and protectiveness he felt for her were immeasurable. The mere thought of her discomfort stirred a desire in him to tear the world apart. Meanwhile, Vaidehi struggled to come to terms with the news, nearly losing her balance before Raghav caught her.

The doctors were taken aback by Vaidehi's sudden sob, briefly glancing at her before respectfully diverting their eyes. They recognized her as Raghav's wife, sensing the turmoil within the family. Understanding the need for privacy, Rajnath quietly excused himself, leaving the doctors alone with the relieved parents.

Soon after, the other family members departed, taking young Ansh with them. Vaidehi continued to cry—tears of relief, pain, longing, and gratitude—her emotions pouring out as she melted into Raghav's arms. Raghav, though not shedding tears himself, felt his eyes well up at the pain his wife and children had endured because of him. He held her tightly, fearing she might vanish if he let go.

Raghav's POV

Seeing Vaidehi's broken form in my arms stirs a whirlwind of emotions within me—shame and guilt for forgetting my love and leaving her to endure hardship alone, pain for missing my children's births and milestones, relief at having my family back, but above all, a profound love for the woman who endured everything for me and gave life to our children. Her tears pierce my heart like daggers, yet I know she needs to release her pain and anguish. I vow to fill her life with so much happiness that tears never mar her beautiful eyes again.

"Shh, baby, please calm down. You'll make yourself sick again. Please, Vaidehi," I plead softly. As she looks into my eyes, time seems to stand still. No longer caught in the rush of worrying about our daughter's well-being, we are simply two lovers reuniting after a heart-wrenching seven-year separation.

"I'm sorry, Jaan. I'm so sorry for leaving you behind, for losing our precious moments, for causing you pain and tears. Please forgive me. I could spend a lifetime apologizing, but it would never be enough for the sin I've committed," I beg, knowing that in this moment, my wife has the power to either make or break me. Yet, deep down, I know Vaidehi—a true angel tangled with a devil like me.

"It wasn't an easy journey for me either, but our children and your memories made it bearable, Raghav. Even when I missed you like I was missing my own soul, I knew you would come back to me. I love you so much. Please, please don't leave me again. I don't think I could bear it this time. I would die of pain," she confesses.

AS these dammed words left her mouth, I capture her lips with mine. How dare she speak of death? She could crush me, and I would accept it with a smile, but the thought of her demise is unthinkable. I would destroy the world if anything ever happened to her.