His Childish Bride

56//💕The Aftermath Of Wrath

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Kavyansh has seen Varenya in many states-joyful, broken, lost, determined-but this? This is something entirely different. She isn't just angry. She is consumed by something primal, something lethal.

Varenya tilts her head up, her nostrils flaring, her fingers still curled as if she is holding onto an invisible thread of control. Kavyansh frowns, reaching out to cup her face. His thumbs brush against her cheeks, trying to calm her which for a few minutes work. Varenya stays still, allowing the warmth of Kavyansh's palms to seep into her skin. Then she exhales sharply, stepping back while shaking her head.

"I need to see Kiwi." Varenya states.

"He is safe, Baby." Kavyansh replies.

That one word- 'safe' makes Varenya's throat tighten. Because the truth is, he wasn't safe. Not truly, because someone had gotten close enough to put their hands on him, to hurt him. She swallows the lump in her throat and walks towards where she has left her son with Jivika.

Inside the infirmary, Kiyansh is curled into Jivika's lap as his little fingers grasping her dupatta. His eyes are still wet but his sobs have quieted into small sniffles. Jivika hums softly, rocking him gently but her own eyes flicker toward the door the moment it creaks open.

Varenya steps inside as her eyes immediately locking onto her son. The moment Kiyansh sees her, his lower lip trembles and his arms shoot forward.

"Maa!" Kiyansh calls out and in an instant, Varenya rushes to him scooping him up and holding him against her chest. His tiny arms lock around her neck while his little body pressing into hers as if afraid she might disappear.

Varenya closes her eyes inhaling the scent of her child, her hands running over his back, his arms, his small fingers. Checking. Reassuring herself that he is here. Her enemy's hasn't taken him away.

"I was so scared, Maa." Kiyansh whispers against her shoulder, his voice small.

"I know, Kiwi. But no one will ever hurt you again. I swear it." Varenya says as presses a kiss to his temple.
Kiyansh leans back slightly, rubbing his eyes with his fists.

"I can feel you even when you are not with me." Kiyansh says while the realization settles heavily in Varenya's heart. Her son knew. He saw through the illusion, through the deception and for that she is always going to be super proud of him.

"He was brave, Tai. So, so brave." Jivika remarks while Varenya meets her sister's gaze.

"He shouldn't have had to be." Varenya says as her fingers tightening around Kiyansh.

"I should have been there faster." Jivika looks away, guilt flashing across her face.

"It wasn't your fault. It wasn't his fault. It was hers." Varenya replies as her jaw tightened.

"Then what are we going to do about her?" Jivika asks as her lips press into a thin line.

Varenya doesn't answer immediately. Instead, she places Kiyansh back in Jivika's arms and stands up.

"Something she will never forget."

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Meanwhile,  Ritika stands with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable as she watches the doppelganger squirm against the cold floor. The woman is barely conscious, her wrists twisted at unnatural angles, her breath coming in sharp, pained gasps.

"Look at you, all high and mighty a few minutes ago, weren't you? Thought you could just waltz in here, steal our son and walk away?" Ritika murmurs, crouching down.