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Vedanti pov :)

Next day as I went to call raj and abhi from abhirath chamber his things were been setting in his room;  As I stood in Abhirath’s chamber, watching the servants carefully arrange his belongings, my heart fluttered with a sense of warmth and anticipation. Finally, after so long, we would be sharing this space again. The thought of seeing him every day, waking up to his presence, made my heart beat faster, a surge of emotions I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in so long.

The servants paused in their work, one of them bowing slightly before speaking, "Queen, these are the king’s confidential things. Where should we place them?"

I waved my hand gently, offering a soft smile. "You all may leave. I’ll take care of it myself. Thank you for your help."

Once they were gone, the room fell into a quiet stillness. I settled on the bed, my fingers brushing over the pile of "confidential things" that Abhirath held so dear. My curiosity piqued, I began to explore, opening the box delicately, as if each item might reveal a hidden part of his soul.

The first thing I noticed was something small, yet it carried so much weight. My earring. The one I thought I had lost ages ago. I held it in my palm, a surge of nostalgia washing over me. Why would he keep this? The realization hit me with a soft, painful tug at my heart—he had held onto it all this time, a tiny part of me he never let go of.

Then, nestled beneath a few more items, was something that made me gasp—a letter. My very first letter to him. The paper had aged, the edges worn from being handled too often, but the words, my words, were still there. I traced the ink with my fingertip, remembering the excitement and nervousness I had felt when I wrote it. My heart skipped a beat, realizing that he had kept this too.

And then, my favorite book. Had he read it? My heart warmed at the thought of him holding it, turning the pages, discovering a piece of my world.

But as I moved my hand across the book’s cover, something else caught my eye—a diary. Abhirath’s diary. The leather was worn, and my hands trembled slightly as I opened it, unsure if I was ready to see what was inside.

The first page greeted me with a simple, yet startling drawing—me, staring out at the sun. It was so detailed, so full of emotion, that it nearly broke me. But it was the words beneath the drawing that shattered me completely.

His handwriting was familiar, strong and purposeful, but the words… they tore through me, each one a raw, unfiltered truth. "leaving her is tear me apart, like a storm ripping at my very own heart, am I not in love..."

My breath hitched.

"...seeing that look of disappointment, hate, and sadness in her eyes, the silence of her echo in my soul, leaving a void where once was a whole..."

The tears spilled freely now, and I clutched the diary to my chest. I had no idea he felt this way. All these years, I had assumed... no, I had convinced myself that he was indifferent, that maybe he had never truly loved me. But these words—they were raw, unguarded, and they tore at me with a truth I wasn’t prepared to face.

"Seeing her not wanting me near her nor the kids, it haunts me every day. For five years, I didn’t drown in memories that wouldn’t settle down, and she asks, ‘Did I ever even love her?’"

I could barely breathe. The room seemed to close in around me, suffocating me with emotions I hadn’t allowed myself to feel for so long. But I kept reading, desperate to understand him, to know him, to feel closer to him.

"I wish I could say this to her... You are my reason to breathe, to be a better person, to wake up every day and deal with this shitty world. My queen, my rabbit, the mother of my kids, the fiber of my every being—it’s you, Vedanti."

His words were like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of me. I couldn’t stop the sob that escaped my throat. He had loved me—he still loved me. Every fiber of his being had been woven with love for me, and yet, we had built walls so high between us that neither of us could see over them.

I wiped my tears, but they kept coming, relentless, as I held the diary close, wishing I could turn back time, wishing I had known sooner.

I wanted to run to him, to tell him I had read it, to tell him that I now knew the truth. But I was paralyzed by the weight of it all—by the years we had wasted, the misunderstandings, the silence, the pain.

My heart ached for him, for us, for the love that had always been there but had gotten lost somewhere along the way. And in that moment, sitting alone in his chamber with his words echoing in my mind, I made a silent promise to myself—to us.

Abhirath was my everything. He always had been.

As I ran toward the garden, my heart raced not just from the physical exertion, but from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. The weight of his words from the diary still lingered in my mind, making every step heavier and lighter at the same time. How could I have been so blind? All this time, I thought I was the one carrying the burden of our love, thinking I was the one giving more. But he had been silently enduring, holding us together through the chaos.

As I approached the garden, I slowed down, my breath catching as I saw them—Abhirath and the boys. Abhiraj and Abhishake were running around him, laughing, their carefree giggles filling the air as he knelt down, teaching them something.

I stood at the entrance, hidden partially by the shadows of the pillars, and just watched.

There he was, Abhirath, in the soft glow of the morning light, crouched down between Abhiraj and Abhishake. He was patiently showing them how to water the plants, his voice calm but commanding. The kids, with their tiny watering cans, were trying to mimic his actions, but of course, being children, they were more focused on splashing water on each other.

He looked so effortlessly at ease with them, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he gently guided them. Abhiraj, the more serious of the two, was trying his best to follow Abhirath’s instructions, his tiny brows furrowed in concentration. Abhishake, on the other hand, was more interested in sneaking water onto his brother and giggling when Abhiraj would frown at him.

Abhirath said in that deep, commanding voice of his, softened with the warmth of fatherhood. “When you pull the weeds out, do it gently, so you don’t hurt the plants, you need to be gentle with the plants. They need care, just like your mother." “You have to be careful, Raj."

"Like mommy?" Abhiraj asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"Yes," Abhirath nodded, "Just like mommy. We don’t trouble her, right? We take care of her. That’s what real kings do. They protect what they love."

"But Abhi troubles mommy all the time!" Abhiraj protested, pointing an accusatory finger at his brother.

Abhishake giggled, clearly unbothered. "Mommy likes it when I make her laugh!"

Abhirath shook his head, his smile growing. "Your mommy pretends not to, but she loves both of you more than anything. And one day, you’ll understand why it’s important to take care of her."

My heart melted at his words. There was so much love in the way he spoke about me, even in the smallest moments. I had never doubted that he was a good father, but seeing him like this, teaching them how to care for the world around them and, more importantly, how to care for me—it was overwhelming.

I must have made a noise without realizing, because suddenly, Abhirath looked up. His gaze found me standing by the entrance to the garden, frozen in place. Our eyes locked, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Vedanti?" he called out softly, his voice laced with concern. "Is everything alright?"

I swallowed hard, unable to speak at first. My heart was pounding so fast, I was sure he could hear it from where he stood. I shook my head slowly, trying to find the words, but none came. Instead, a soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Everything was alright. More than alright.

Abhirath tilted his head, clearly puzzled but also… relieved. “Why are you smiling like that?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My emotions were swirling too much to put into words. All I knew was that I had to be near him, had to feel him close. So, I took a step forward, then another, until I was standing right in front of him.

He was still holding Abhishake in his arms, his brow furrowed as he studied me, waiting for me to say something. But instead of speaking, I reached up, my fingers brushing against his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under my touch.

His eyes softened, his breath catching for just a moment. “Vedanti,” he whispered, his voice now low and intimate. “What’s going on?”

I smiled again, this time letting my hand drop to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm. “Nothing,” I whispered back. “Just… thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, still confused but unable to hide the affection in his eyes.

“For everything,” I replied softly, looking  at Abhiraj and Abhishake, who were now watching us with curiosity. “For this. For being the father they deserve.”

He asked again, "are you okay ?"

I tried to speak, but my voice betrayed me. My heart was racing, my thoughts tangled in the flood of emotions that seeing him with our children had brought on. I could only shake my head, unable to form words. Instead, a small smile crept onto my face, the kind that happens when you’re so full of emotion you don’t know what to do with it.

His eyes softened, and for a moment, the air between us seemed to hum with something unspoken, something powerful. The kids, oblivious to the tension between us, ran toward me, pulling me into their little game.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Abhishake grinned, clinging to my leg. "Daddy says we should take care of you like we take care of the plants!"

I crouched down, ruffling his hair, still not able to fully form words. "Oh, really? And are you two taking care of me well?"

Abhiraj gave a solemn nod. "I’m trying, mommy. But Abhi keeps messing around."

Abhirath approached us then, his eyes never leaving mine. The space between us felt electric, as though everything we had been through had led to this moment of quiet understanding. My heart was pounding in my chest, and the closer he got, the harder it was to breathe.

"You sure everything’s fine?" he asked again, his voice softer, lower now that he was closer. His gaze flickered over me, concern evident in his eyes.

I nodded, my voice finally finding me. "Yes. Everything’s fine."

But it wasn’t just fine. It was so much more than that. In this moment, watching him with our children, feeling the love and care he poured into them—and into me—I realized that I was falling in love with him all over again. The way I felt when I first met him, that rush of excitement, the thrill of something new—it was all here again, but deeper. Stronger.

I didn’t say anything more, but the small smile on my lips must have said enough because he smiled back, and for the first time in what felt like forever, there was no distance between us. Just love. Unspoken, but felt deeply.

And in that quiet moment, as our children laughed and played around us, I knew that we would be alright. We had fought battles, survived storms, and even when we were apart, we had always been connected.

Now, it was time to let that love guide us home.

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