His Childish Bride

61//💕Mercy & Package

~Ch.62 & 63 have been published on Stck

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The grand dining hall of Rathore Palace hums with a quiet warmth as the family settles down for dinner. The clinking of silverware against porcelain mingles with the soft murmurs of conversation. Yet, two chairs remain empty, Shivansh and Jivika's. After much coaxing and persistence, Jivika has finally agreed to hear Shivansh out and they have stepped away for a private conversation as well as dinner in their room.

Across the table, Varenya and Ritika sit side by side as their shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter. Varenya leans in closer, whispering something that sends Ritika into another fit of giggles. Varenya had earlier caught Shivansh peeking at Jivika before hastily making his way into the kitchen, an unusual and uncharacteristic moment from the otherwise composed King. The sight had been too amusing to keep to herself and now she and Ritika are thoroughly enjoying their little inside joke.

Kavyansh, seated opposite them, watches his wife and sister with a sigh. Knowing these two, they are probably already plotting some prank or teasing remark for later. Silently, he sends a prayer to Mahadev, hoping they don't cause any more chaos than usual.

Just then, Meghna clears her throat, drawing everyone's attention. There is hesitation in her eyes as she speaks, her voice soft yet firm.

"If no one has any objections, I would like to organize a Grah Shanti Hawan. Things haven't been going well with the children lately and I feel it would be a good idea to seek divine blessings." Meghna says while Aaradhya nods in agreement, her expression gentle.

"Meghna Ji, I completely agree with you. In fact, Kul Purohit Ji called me earlier today to inform me that Varenya and Kiyansh's kundalis are ready. I told him to visit the palace tomorrow. We can directly ask him for an auspicious day for the Hawan." Aaradhya replies with a soft smile on her face.

Varenya, busy feeding a small morsel to Kiyansh from her plate, glances up curiously.

"Aap sab Kul Purohit Ji ko bohot maante ho." She remarks, her voice laced with curiosity.

(It seems you believe Kul Purohit Ji a lot.)

"Ha, kyunki unki bhavishyavani hamesha sach hoti hai. Unki kahi hui koi bhi baat aaj tak galat sabit nahi hui hai." Geetanjali answers and her words trigger a memory in Varenya's mind.

(Yes, because his predictions always come true. Not a single thing he has said has ever been proven wrong till now.)

The memory that suddenly feels far more significant than it did before. Varenya recalls standing before Kul Purohit Ji on the evening of Diwali when he said...

"I want to assure you that till his mother is with him no one will be able to harm even a single strand of hair in his body. Because she is his biggest protector and he is her biggest strength."

At the time, she wasn't in a position to understand the depth of his words. But now as she gazes down at her son, her Kiwi, whose tiny hand clutches her fingers the meaning behind those words finally sinks in. Kul Purohit Ji had sensed it, the lurking danger around Kiyansh. That day, she had noticed the slight crease on his forehead, the flicker of concern in his wise eyes. And it had disappeared the moment she had wrapped her arms around her son, shielding him unconsciously, instinctively as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Ki bhabchho, Anu?" Meghna's voice breaks through her thoughts.

(What are you thinking, Anu?)

"Kichhu na to, Mamoni." Varenya replies with a reassuring smile, shaking off the heaviness of the memory.