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"Vedanti!" Abhirath shouted, dropping to his knees beside her. He pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling with emotion. "Are you alright? Vedu, talk to me!"

She nodded weakly, her body trembling. "it's... save my baby...

Abhirath’s heart sank as he noticed her trembling uncontrollably. Her breaths were shallow, and her contractions had intensified. He realized, with a sudden stab of fear, that the baby was coming—too soon, too fast. He held her closer, trying to steady her, his own panic rising. “You’ll be okay, Vedu. I promise.”

The rest of the family arrived, surrounding them in a tense circle. Devansh, his face dark with anger, stepped forward, his voice thick with accusation. “How could you let this happen, Abhirath?”

Radika, trembling and tearful, looked at Vedanti with horror. “You promised to protect her. This was your doing!”

Abhirath’s throat tightened, guilt washing over him as he clung to Vedanti. He opened his mouth to respond, but words failed him. How could he explain the helplessness that gripped him? The fear that twisted his heart when he saw her fall?

But before anyone could say more, Vedanti let out a low groan of pain. Her body convulsed as another contraction tore through her. “Abhi…” she whispered, her voice fading. “The babies...”

“We need the physician!” Abhirath shouted, his voice urgent as he looked around wildly. “Someone get the physician, now!”

The palace physician arrived quickly, rushing to Vedanti’s side. Abhirath held her hand tightly, his heart pounding. He watched, helpless, as the physician assessed her condition, his expression turning grave.

“She’s in labor,” the physician said, his tone grim. “But her body is exhausted… the stress of the fall… it’s too much.”

“No,” Abhirath whispered, his eyes wide with fear. “She’s strong. She can handle this. Just—please, do something!”

The family was ushered inside, Vedanti carried carefully to her chambers as the physician and midwives began preparing for the birth. Abhirath stayed by her side, holding her hand through every wave of pain. He whispered words of comfort, but his own fear was overwhelming. His heart broke every time he saw her wince, every time her grip on his hand weakened.

After what felt like an eternity, the room was filled with the cries of not one, but two newborn boys. Abhirath's breath caught in his throat as he looked at his sons, the overwhelming joy and relief mingling with the fear still twisting in his gut.

But Vedanti was silent.

She lay there, unconscious, her body limp from exhaustion. Abhirath’s hands shook as he cupped her face, his voice trembling. “Vedu… wake up. Please.”

The physician worked quickly, but the concern on his face was unmistakable. Abhirath’s desperation grew as he watched. “Do something!” he begged, his voice raw with emotion. “Please… you have to wake her up! She needs to see them, she needs to see our sons.”

The physician looked at him with sympathy, shaking his head. “She’s too weak. She needs rest. There’s nothing we can do right now except wait.”

Abhirath’s heart clenched. He looked down at Vedanti, her face pale and still, her breaths shallow. He kissed her forehead, his tears falling onto her skin. “Please, Vedu,” he whispered. “Don’t leave me. Not now.”

The two baby boys were brought to him, their tiny faces red from crying. Abhirath held them both in his arms, looking between his sons and his unconscious wife. His chest ached, torn between the joy of becoming a father and the fear that Vedanti wouldn’t wake up to share it with him.

“Look, Vedu,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Our boys… they’re here. They need you. I need you.”

The room was silent, save for the soft cries of the newborns and the faint, steady breathing of Vedanti. Abhirath sat there, holding his sons close, his heart heavy with both hope and despair.

And so, he waited.

The chamber was steeped in quiet anticipation. Every member of the royal family sat in tense silence, their eyes flickering between the newborns who had been crying for hours and the still, pale figure of Vedanti.

Abhirath hadn’t moved from her bedside, his heart aching with fear and hope. The joy of welcoming his sons was overshadowed by the agony of waiting for his wife to wake up.

It was deep into the night when Vedanti stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. The first words out of her mouth were a soft, barely audible, "My baby..."

Abhirath’s heart nearly stopped at the sound. His chest swelled with emotion as he shot to his feet, his pulse racing. "Vedu..." His voice trembled as he helped her sit up, his hands shaking with relief. She’s awake. Thanking every god he could think of, he guided her gently, making sure she was comfortable.

Her mother, who had been hovering nearby, rushed forward with the two newborns in her arms. Vedanti’s face softened when she saw them, tears instantly welling in her eyes. With trembling hands, she reached out to cradle her sons, her heart overflowing as she held them for the first time. Her fingers gently traced their tiny faces, and she kissed their foreheads with reverence, her tears falling silently onto their skin.

"Look, Babasa," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion as she gazed at her sons. "My babies..."

Devansh and Vishwanth, their own eyes wet with unshed tears, stepped forward. They each placed a hand on Vedanti's head, their faces solemn with love and pride. Devansh, his voice hoarse, murmured a blessing. "You’ve brought us two miracles, Vedanti. May they always walk in the light."

Vishwanth followed suit, his hand trembling on her shoulder. "You’ve made us proud. These boys will grow strong, just like their mother."

As the family shared this tender moment, Abhirath stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. He watched Vedanti’s interaction with everyone, his entire being yearning for her to turn to him, to speak to him, to acknowledge him. But she didn’t. She didn’t even glance in his direction.

The unspoken void between them was palpable.

"Vedanti," he murmured, his voice low and strained, but she remained focused on the twins in her arms. His heart clenched painfully, and he swallowed back the knot forming in his throat. Desperate to do something, anything, he called for the physician to check her once more.

The physician arrived, assessing Vedanti carefully. "Are you feeling any pain, my queen?" she asked gently.

Vedanti nodded slightly, her voice subdued. "My legs… they ache. I… I can’t move them."

Abhirath’s heart raced with panic as the physician examined her more closely. The room fell into a suffocating silence as they waited for her verdict. When the physician finally spoke, her words were heavy.

"Because of the fall, the muscles in your legs have been weakened. Combined with the strain of pregnancy and childbirth, it will take around 45 days for you to fully recover your strength." Her tone was cautious, trying to soften the blow. "You’ll need rest, and plenty of care."

The words hit Abhirath like a punch to the gut. The relief he had felt moments earlier now twisted into a knot of despair. His breath caught in his throat. 45 days... or more He couldn’t believe it. The joy of seeing Vedanti awake was now overshadowed by the cruel reality that she would be immobile, confined to this pain and frustration.

Vedanti’s reaction was heartbreakingly silent. She didn’t cry or argue. She merely absorbed the news with a quiet resignation. But in her eyes, Abhirath saw the depth of her sadness, the weight of her struggle. This wasn’t just a physical blow—it was emotional, and it cut far deeper than he could ever imagine.

Abhirath knelt beside her, unable to bear the distance between them any longer. His voice broke as he spoke, "Vedu… I’m so sorry. I should have protected you. I should’ve done more." His words were drenched in guilt, each one a plea for forgiveness.

For the first time since waking, Vedanti finally turned her gaze toward him. Her eyes, once so full of warmth and trust, now held something different—something changed. Her silence was more piercing than any words could have been.

"You should have," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. The accusation in her tone was sharp, yet quiet. It sliced through Abhirath, leaving him hollow. Her expression, once filled with love, now conveyed a sorrowful disappointment that made his heart ache.

Abhirath’s chest constricted painfully. He wanted to reach out, to pull her into his arms, but the chasm between them felt insurmountable. "Vedu, please…" His voice cracked. "I… I don’t know how to make this right, but I will. I swear, I’ll make it right."

But Vedanti’s silence remained. She looked down at their sons, her fingers brushing over their tiny hands. She was focused on them now, the bond between mother and child stronger than anything else. Abhirath felt like an outsider, standing on the edges of the world she had created with their children, a world he was no longer sure he had a place in.

He had failed her. And now, the weight of that failure was crushing him.

A week had passed, and the tension in the palace was unbearable. The once warm and loving relationship between Vedanti and Abhirath had grown cold, the distance between them almost palpable. Vedanti refused to meet Abhirath’s eyes, refused to speak to him, and what hurt the most—every time he tried to hold their sons, she would tense up, her expression filled with an unshakable fear, as if she believed he might harm them.

Abhirath was shattered. Broken didn’t begin to describe the depth of his pain. His heart ached with each rejection, each glance that she averted, each night she spent in silence, cradling their sons while keeping him at a distance. He couldn’t understand it—how had it come to this? He had fought for her, risked everything, and yet she looked at him like he was a stranger. Worse, like he was someone dangerous.

The royal family was divided. Some supported Vedanti, believing she had every right to feel the way she did after the trauma of the attack. Others sided with Abhirath, insisting that he had done all he could, that he didn’t deserve to be punished like this. The rift only deepened the wound in Abhirath’s heart.

That night, after another long and exhausting day at court, Abhirath returned to his chambers. The weight of the kingdom’s affairs pressed heavily on him, but nothing compared to the crushing emptiness he felt in his personal life. The court was manageable. His marriage, his family—this was unbearable.

Abhirath stood at the doorway of their chamber, his eyes fixed on Vedanti. She was sitting on the bed, playing with their sons, their little giggles filling the room with a warmth that tugged at his heart. One of the boys reached for her hair, tugging at it playfully, while the other cooed in her arms, his tiny hands grasping at her saree.

Vedanti smiled softly, her face lighting up in a way that made Abhirath’s chest tighten. She kissed their foreheads, making gentle noises to keep them entertained, her fingers brushing through their hair with the kind of tenderness only a mother could give.

Leaning against the doorframe, Abhirath couldn’t tear his gaze away. The sight of his family—his sons laughing, his wife smiling—should have filled him with joy. But the distance between them was too much to bear. The way she hadn't looked at him, hadn't spoken to him in a week, made every moment feel heavier.

Yet here, in this quiet moment, he allowed himself to admire her. The woman he loved with every fiber of his being, holding their sons like they were the most precious treasures in the world. He swallowed hard, trying to push down the overwhelming guilt and sadness that had taken root in him since the incident.

Vedanti hadn’t noticed him yet. She was too engrossed in the babies, laughing softly as one of them babbled, his tiny fingers trying to grasp at her nose. The sound of her laughter, though distant from him now, was still the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He wished he could be part of this moment—wished he could hold them, hold her, and feel like a family again.

But the wall between them remained.

Abhirath pushed off the doorframe, taking a hesitant step forward. "They love spending time with you," he said quietly, his voice soft and cautious, not wanting to disrupt the peace of the moment but desperate to reach her.

Vedanti paused, her smile fading as she glanced up at him. She said nothing, her eyes drifting back to the boys. One of them let out a squeal of delight, causing her to chuckle again, but there was a flicker of something in her expression—something that hinted at the pain they both felt.

Abhirath took another step forward, his gaze fixed on her as he added, “I… I miss seeing you like this. With them, with me… I miss you, my rabbit.”

She remained still, her focus entirely on the babies. The walls between them seemed higher than ever, and it was breaking him from the inside out. He took another step forward, his hand reaching out towards her, but the moment she felt his presence, she stiffened. It was subtle, but he noticed it, like a knife twisting in his gut. She didn’t trust him with their children anymore.

"Please… let me hold them," he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He missed their sons just as much as he missed her.

But Vedanti, without turning, quietly shook her head. "No," she murmured, her tone void of emotion. "Not now."

His heart sank. He stood there, his hand suspended in the air before letting it drop to his side. The rejection, again. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of her silence, her fear, and her refusal to let him in.

 “Why won’t you let me in? I love you. I love them.” His eyes burned with unshed tears, his desperation raw and unfiltered.

Finally, she turned, her eyes meeting his for the first time in days. And what he saw there shook him to his core. There was no warmth, no love—only hurt, mistrust, and an impenetrable wall between them.

“I don’t know,” she replied, her voice low but steady. “I… I can’t. Every time I see you with them… I… I can’t shake the fear. What if… what if something happens? What if…” Her voice trailed off, her eyes filling with tears. She looked down at their sons, her fingers gently brushing their tiny faces. “They’re all I have now.”

The words cut deeper than any blade ever could. They’re all I have now.

Abhirath felt his world crumbling. He took a step back, his breath hitching as he processed what she was saying. She didn’t trust him with their children. She no longer saw him as her protector, her partner. In her mind, he had failed her. And now, she was pulling away from him, keeping the one thing that mattered most—their family—at arm’s length.

“I would never hurt them,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “I would never hurt you.”

But Vedanti didn’t respond. She only turned her attention back to the babies, cradling them closer, as if shielding them from a danger that didn’t exist.

Abhirath stood there for a long moment, the weight of her rejection crushing him. His hands clenched at his sides, his chest tight with unspoken grief. He had failed. He had failed as a husband, as a father.

Without another word, he turned and left the room, the heavy door closing behind him with a quiet click.

As he walked through the dimly lit corridors of the palace, the loneliness settled deep in his bones. He missed her. He missed the way things used to be. But now, all he had was the hollow echo of their fractured relationship, and the unbearable ache of knowing that the woman he loved no longer trusted him with their most precious gift—each other.

I hope this punishment is enough for abhirath to not save her,  to marry second time, to doing all that to her. if you all read the story with emotion they you will understand the pain he went throw he was also not happy to marry second time and more over I wrote 10 book before this but no book cross 5k reads an got readers attention but this book got because of the title the concept I am not glorifying chelating not promoting it, the pain that they face after he marry trupti the distance between vedanti and abhirath is seen they can get what they had before after this action of his, and abhirath is guilty for that, if you can not understand that then its your problem. 

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