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I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me as I stood in front of the throne. This moment had always been my dream, to rise to this power, to be the queen, but I never imagined Abhirath would be the one to fulfill it. Yet, here I was, standing on the cusp of a future I could barely comprehend, all because of him.

I stepped forward, my right foot brushing the cold marble floor. And then, I felt it—something like water touching my skin. My eyes flicked downward, and what I saw froze me in place.

Abhirath was kneeling.

The king—my husband—was on his knees before me, holding a silver dish filled with red water. His head was slightly bowed, and the kingdom, the entire court, had gone utterly silent. No one dared to speak or even breathe, it seemed. The man who once cared more about what the world thought, who had always been so painfully aware of the eyes upon him, was now doing this.

For me.

His dark gaze met mine, silently asking for permission. He wanted to touch my legs. And for a moment, I couldn’t believe it. The man who ruled the largest kingdom in all of Hind, the man feared by all who crossed him, was kneeling before me, his queen. My heart pounded in my chest, racing wildly as I slowly nodded, giving him the permission he sought.

I extended my foot toward him, and with the utmost reverence, he gently grasped my ankle, his touch so light, almost as if he feared breaking me. There was something so deeply intimate, so raw, in the way his fingers curled around my skin. He dipped my foot into the red water, and I lifted the hem of my dress slightly, exposing my ankle as the liquid soaked the white cloth below. The air in the room felt thick, heavy, as if it were charged with something electric, something primal.

The soft jingle of my anklet—the payal—was the only sound that broke the suffocating silence as I stepped forward onto the last step, leaving behind the imprint of my foot in the red dye. I turned, my eyes finding Abhirath again, and in that moment, I saw something in him. Something dark and possessive, a hunger that was both terrifying and thrilling.

I held out my hand, silently inviting him to rise. My heart was pounding so loudly, I wondered if the entire court could hear it. This man, who had stayed away from the palace luxuries, from the opulence and the easy life of a king, had sacrificed everything to place me here. He was not the perfect husband, but he was a king like no other, and I couldn’t deny the weight of what he had done for me.

As he took my hand, the shock in his eyes was unmistakable. But there was something else, too—something I couldn’t quite place, a deeper emotion that lingered between us, charged with an intensity that made my skin prickle.

The moment he stood, the trumpets blared, the drums echoed through the chamber, and the court came alive with sound. But I didn’t hear any of it. My entire world narrowed to him, to this man who, in his own dark and dangerous way, worshipped the ground I walked on. He didn’t need to say it. His actions spoke louder than words ever could.

We sat on the throne, side by side, and from the balcony, our boys—their innocent eyes wide with excitement—threw flower petals down upon us. It was the perfect picture of a royal family, the king, the queen, their children. But underneath that, there was so much more.

Abhirath had given me this power, had sacrificed his pride, his own desires, and his very kingdom to put me in this position. And yet, even as I sat beside him, I knew… I wasn’t just his queen. I was his obsession, his reason for everything. The way he looked at me, the intensity of his gaze, was dark and possessive. It was dangerous, and yet, it thrilled me.

The world saw a king bowing to his queen. But I knew better. In Abhirath’s eyes, I wasn’t just his equal. I was his everything, the one thing he couldn’t—wouldn’t—live without. And in that moment, I realized the power I held wasn’t just over the kingdom.

It was over him.

In the blink of an eye, the celebration halted. The joyous air of victory dissipated as the court became surrounded by Abhirath's elite soldiers. The cheers and music were replaced with tense silence. I could see the shock in everyone's eyes as they tried to grasp what was happening. But I knew. I had seen it coming, somewhere deep down. Abhirath gestured to the soldiers, and without a word, they moved in, swiftly arresting Trupti and Dev.

Our parents were visibly shaken—Trupti’s mother, Dev’s parents, even my own. But I could tell my father had an inkling of what was about to unfold. He knew Abhirath well, knew his mind was always three steps ahead. Trupti’s mother rushed forward, demanding answers, but before anyone could voice their outrage, Abhirath silenced the room with his dark, commanding voice.

"As your king, I respect my parents, this court, and the people of this kingdom," he began, his tone cold and sharp, "and that is why I will explain my decision this time. But do not expect me to justify myself again. Because anyone—anyone—who lays a finger on my wife or children will face death. No second chances. No deliberation. Just death."

His words sliced through the court like a blade. His domination, his authority, was unquestionable. 

The power he wielded was palpable, suffocating the room. And if I said I wasn’t proud of him for this, it would be the understatement of the century. This was the man who once remained silent when Trupti’s father pointed fingers at me in court, who once let the accusations slide. But now, he didn’t let a single soul breathe in my direction without consequence. (this incident happen in chapter 2 or 3)

I bit back a giggle, my lips curling as I thought of how much he had changed—how much he had become mine. He instantly looked toward me, his eyes catching my slight smirk, and I shot him a sharp,  glare, silently telling him to get on with it. He read my expression, a silent command to finish it swiftly.

And then his voice boomed through the hall again. "I, Abhirath Devansh Rajvanshi, announce the death sentence by hanging for my brother, Dev, and my wife, Trupti."

Gasps filled the room, but Abhirath didn’t falter. He gestured for his soldier to continue, and the list of their crimes was read aloud, each accusation more heinous than the last.

"One: For forming an illegal army against the royal crown. Two: For multiple assassination attempts on the queen’s life."

I looked at Abhirath, studying his face, but his expression was like stone—cold, hard, and unyielding. His jaw was clenched tight, and I could see the veins in his hands, his fists balled so tightly that they looked like they might burst. There was no softness left in him, no room for mercy.

Focus, Vedanti, I reminded myself, trying to keep my emotions in check. I leaned closer to him, lowering my voice to a whisper. "Why did they try to kill me?" My words came out strained, the weight of the revelation hitting me all at once.

Abhirath’s dark eyes met mine, calm, steady, but burning with a dangerous edge. "Many times," he said, his voice disturbingly even.

My blood boiled. "Why was I unaware of this?" I demanded, the anger rising in me, threatening to overflow.

His gaze didn’t falter. "Because I was sure I could keep you safe," he replied, his tone as controlled as ever, as if the fact that I had been targeted multiple times was just another inconvenience he had to deal with.

I cut him off, my voice dripping with venom. "I know how capable you are," I spat, the memory of the Omkara incident flashing in my mind. His eyes flickered for a second—guilt, regret, pain—all reflecting in those deep, dark pools. But I wasn’t interested in his remorse.

I turned my face away from him, listening as the soldiers continued to list Dev and Trupti’s crimes. I could feel the weight of Abhirath’s gaze on me, his silent apology heavy in the air between us. He leaned closer, his voice soft, almost pleading. "I’m sorry for not telling you," he whispered, his words almost lost in the chaos of the courtroom. "I didn’t want you to live in constant defense mode. I wanted you to enjoy your time with the bunnies, to live without tension."

His words tugged at something in me, but I wasn’t ready to let it go. Not yet. Anger still simmered beneath the surface, but I knew Abhirath had done what he thought was best. He had kept the danger away, kept me and our children safe. But he also kept me in the dark, and that stung more than I wanted to admit.

"Next time," I whispered back, my voice laced with warning, "don’t assume you know what’s best for me."

He said nothing, just nodded, his eyes filled with an intensity that made my heart race. His feelings for me were dangerous—dark, possessive, all-consuming. And in this moment, I realized just how deep that obsession ran.

But for now, I focused on the scene unfolding before us. Abhirath had done the unthinkable, condemned his own blood, and I could feel the entire kingdom holding its breath, watching us. 

As the soldiers continued reading off the charges, the air in the courtroom felt thick with tension, each word echoing in the vast chamber. Abhirath stood rigid, his eyes locked on Dev and Trupti, not a flicker of emotion betraying his thoughts. But I knew him too well. Behind that cold exterior, a storm was brewing, dark and dangerous.

I could feel the weight of what was happening settle in my chest—this was a turning point, not just for the kingdom, but for us. He had sentenced his own blood to death, and yet here he stood, unwavering, unapologetic, as if this was the only path forward. And maybe it was.

Still, I couldn’t shake the lingering sting of being kept in the dark. The Omkara incident flashed through my mind again—the helplessness I felt back then, the betrayal. He may have kept me safe, but he hadn’t trusted me enough to share the truth. And that? That hurt more than I could express.

As the final charge was read, the sentence sealed, the courtroom remained deadly silent. No one dared to question his authority, no one brave enough to defy the king.

I glanced at him again, taking in his stiff posture, his clenched fists. His entire body was tense, his jaw set in a way that made it clear—he was not to be trifled with today. Yet, amidst all this chaos, he was looking at me. Only me. His gaze was intense, scorching, as if I was the only person in the room who mattered.

I should’ve been used to it by now—the way he worshipped me, the way he burned for me. But every time, it was like a new revelation, a reminder of how far this man would go for me. There was a time when I thought he cared more for the kingdom, for appearances, for control. But now? Now, I knew better. Abhirath had given me everything—his power, his heart, his soul.

He had forsaken everything, even his own blood, to ensure that I stood here, unscathed.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts, and when the soldier finally finished listing the crimes, I stepped forward. All eyes shifted to me now, the queen, the one they had tried to kill.

Without hesitation, I addressed the court, my voice steady and clear. "The sentence has been passed. There is no further discussion."

I looked at Abhirath, his eyes locked onto mine with that same intensity, but I saw the flicker of something else—an anticipation, a hope, that I would acknowledge what he had done. And I did, in my own way.

"Thank you, Ranasa," I said, my voice soft but resolute.

The moment the word left my lips, I saw it. The slight twitch in his jaw. His eyes darkened, and for just a split second, his mask slipped. He didn’t like it. He hated it, in fact.

Calling him by his title instead of his name—it was a deliberate choice on my part, one that spoke volumes. I was acknowledging him as the king, but not as Abhirath, the man. He didn’t say anything, of course. He wouldn’t, not in front of the court, not now. But I knew it unsettled him.

The crowd began to murmur, the room coming back to life now that the sentence had been given. But even with the noise around us, all I could focus on was the tension simmering between us.

Abhirath didn’t like being the king in my eyes. He wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be Abhirath to me—my husband, my protector, my everything. But in this moment, I couldn’t give him that. Not yet.

He stepped forward, closer to me, his voice low and dangerous as he whispered, "Vedanti..."

I turned slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Ranasa?" I replied, deliberately using the title again.

His eyes flashed with a mixture of frustration and desire, his lips pressed into a thin line as he clenched his jaw. But he said nothing, just took my hand and led me back to the throne.

As we sat, side by side, I could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves. He was furious, but not with the court, not with the sentence—no, this was personal. This was between us.

The trumpets blared, signaling the start of the next phase of the ceremony, but I barely heard them. My heart was pounding, my pulse racing as I felt his gaze burning into me, demanding that I acknowledge him. Not as the king. But as Abhirath.

But I wasn’t ready. Not yet.

I leaned in slightly, keeping my voice low, just for him. "You’ve done well today, Ranasa," I said again, watching as his grip tightened around the armrest of his throne.

And just like that, the game had shifted. I had the power, and he knew it.

He turned his head, his voice a low growl as he finally responded, "We’ll see how long you keep this up, Vedanti."

The challenge was clear, his tone dripping with danger, with a promise of what was to come. But for now, I let it be. The court was watching, the kingdom was watching. And the king and queen had roles to play.

But once we were alone? That would be a different story entirely.

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HOW WAS THE CHAPTER, DO YOU GUYES LIKE SEE ABHIRATH JEALOUS AND REGRET, IT WAS FUN WRITING IT.

when I first thought about this story, I panned only 20 chapter, the story was till vedanti found the truth that abhirath has not kill her parents and happy ending, but now we will reach till 40 so those who are reading please give your opinion on the plot so far, is it good, or average, I know it can't be bad because you all are reading it. 🤭🥰❤

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