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The cool night air brushed against my skin as I lay on the palace terrace, gazing up at the stars. It was a peaceful evening, and the kids—Raj, Abhishake, and little Chavi—had long since fallen asleep beside me, their soft breathing mingling with the quiet sounds of the night. The sky was clear, dotted with a thousand stars, but my mind wasn’t at ease. Abhirath's words from earlier still lingered, echoing in my heart.

It had been days since I read his diary, since I found out just how deeply he loved me. And yet, we hadn’t spoken about it. The distance between us was still there, unspoken, but I felt it shrinking with each passing day. The way he looked at me now, the way his eyes seemed to seek me out whenever I entered a room—it was all different, charged with an intensity I didn’t know how to handle.

As I lay there, trying to calm the storm in my mind, I suddenly heard a sound. A rustling, faint but unmistakable. My body tensed instantly, instinctively moving to shield the children. My heart raced, fear flooding my veins as I listened carefully, scanning the terrace for any sign of danger.

Then, I saw him.

Abhirath.

Relief washed over me like a wave, and I exhaled, my body relaxing slightly. But when our eyes met, everything froze. There was something in his gaze, something dark and intense, pulling me in like a magnet. For a moment, the world around us disappeared—the palace, the stars, everything—and it was just him and me, locked in that charged stare.

But suddenly, his expression shifted. His eyes widened, and before I could process what was happening, he was hurtling toward me.

"Abhirath?" I gasped, grabbing his shoulders as he collapsed into me. "What’s going on?"

But then I felt it—blood. His shirt was damp, sticky, and when I looked down, my heart stopped. There was a deep red stain spreading across his chest, seeping through his clothes.

"No!" I panicked, my breath catching in my throat. "What happened? Who did this?"

Before he could answer, soldiers rushed onto the terrace, weapons drawn, the tension thick in the air. They must have thought someone was trying to invade the palace, and one of them aimed an arrow at Me, ready to shoot.

In that split second, Abhirath threw himself in front of me, taking the arrow on his bare arm without hesitation. He winced, gritting his teeth, but he didn’t flinch.

"Abhirath!" I screamed, feeling my legs give way. He saved me—again. One second later, and I could’ve been the one struck by that arrow.

He looked at me then, his face pale but determined, his eyes blazing with something raw and fierce. "You’re... safe," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. Words wouldn’t come. I couldn’t breathe. All I could see was him, protecting me, shielding me with his own body, and in that moment, I realized just how much he meant to me.

The kids had woken up by now, and Raj and Abhishake were wide-eyed, fear written across their faces. Chavi was trembling in my arms, her little hands clutching at me as though I were her lifeline. I could barely think, barely move, but somehow I gathered myself enough to carry them to my chamber, all the while whispering reassurances I wasn’t sure I believed myself.

"It’s okay, it’s okay, Mommy’s here," I murmured over and over, trying to soothe them. But my thoughts kept drifting back to Abhirath, lying there on the terrace, injured because of me. I wanted—needed—to see him, to make sure he was alright. But I couldn’t leave the kids, not now.

When we finally reached the chamber, Chavi was unconscious in my arms, her tiny body limp with fear and exhaustion. My heart broke at the sight, and I quickly called for the royal physician, desperation clawing at me as I sprinkled water on her face, trying to wake her up.

After a few agonizing moments, Chavi’s eyes fluttered open, and she started crying softly, clinging to me like she never wanted to let go. I kissed her forehead, holding her close, murmuring words of comfort as her brothers huddled around us.

"Be brave, Chavi," Raj whispered, trying to sound strong but his voice trembled. "Mommy’s got you."

I smiled weakly at him, grateful for his attempt to calm his sister, even though he was scared too. After a while, I finally got them to lie down, holding Chavi close as I stroked her hair, humming softly until they drifted back to sleep.

But even as their breathing evened out, my heart was still racing. All I could think about was Abhirath—the way he had thrown himself in front of that arrow, the way he had bled for me. The weight of it all hit me like a tidal wave, and I realized that I couldn’t stay away from him anymore.

Why did I still feel this overwhelming pull toward him? Why did I care so much that he was hurt, that he was willing to risk his life for me? Maybe I already knew the answer, but I wasn’t ready to admit it just yet.

Not even to myself.

But one thing was clear: I had to see him. Just once. To make sure he was alright. My heart wouldn’t rest until I did.

The night had settled over the palace, quiet but thick with the weight of what had just happened. My heart was still racing, my body still trembling from the fear that had nearly consumed me when I thought I might lose him. The kids were asleep now, their tiny bodies huddled close to one another, but I couldn’t stay with them.

I needed to see Abhirath.

Without thinking, I slipped through the internal corridor that connected our chambers. It felt strange, entering his space after so long. Memories of the time we spent apart flooded my mind, but now… it felt like there was no more time to waste. The fact that he had taken an arrow for me was enough to make everything else seem insignificant.

As I entered his chamber, I found him standing there, talking to some soldiers. They were surprised to see me appear from the wardrobe door, but I didn’t care—and neither did Abhirath. He glanced at me, then casually waved them away, dismissing them. "We’ll speak later," he said.

Once they were gone, he turned to me, concern softening his usually sharp gaze. "Do you need anything?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with an unspoken urgency. "Are the kids okay? Are you okay?"

His words tugged at my heart. He was hurt, and yet, here he was asking about me—as if my well-being was more important than his own.

"You’re hurt, and you’re asking me if I’m okay?" I bit out, trying to control the anger that was slowly bubbling up inside me. "Why aren’t you resting?"

He shrugged, that maddeningly casual shrug. "It’s just a minor injury," he said, as if he hadn’t just taken an arrow for me. Like he didn’t almost get himself killed.

My eyes widened in disbelief. I felt the heat rise in my chest, the anger and fear and frustration finally breaking free. "Abhirath!" I nearly shouted his name, the emotion spilling out uncontrollably. "You could have been dead!"

But instead of taking me seriously, he smiled—a slow, almost teasing smile that only made me angrier. "Finally, you called me Abhirath," he said, his voice soft but with that same teasing edge. "I almost had to die to hear you say my name." He paused, eyes flicking over me with a mixture of amusement and relief. "Maybe I have to die to hear you call me Abhi, don't I?"

I didn’t even think. My hand flew up, and I slapped him. Hard.

"If you say that again, I swear—" my voice cracked, unable to hold in the pain that was clawing at my chest. "Is life that cheap for you? Do you even know what it's like to watch someone you love die in front of you? I..." My words caught in my throat, and my voice dropped. "I thought I was going to spend my old age with you, Abhirath. Not bury you."

His smile faded. His eyes darkened, the seriousness of the moment sinking in. "Vedanti, everyone has to die one day—"

"Not you." I cut him off, my voice shaking. "Not before me. I don’t care if you have to stay away from me for your own reasons, but I’ve always needed to know you were safe. Seeing you hurt, seeing you almost die... I can’t." My breath hitched, and the tears I had been fighting back all night finally spilled over. "I can’t lose you."

He was silent, his face softening in a way I hadn’t seen in a long time. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out as though asking for permission.

"Allow me to hold you, my queen," he whispered, his voice desperate. "Allow me to comfort you... my rabbit."

I stood frozen for a moment, my body trembling with too many emotions—anger, fear, relief, love. I wanted to stay strong, to keep the distance I had placed between us, but in that moment, all I wanted was to fall into his arms.

Before I knew it, I had closed the distance between us. I buried my face into his chest, hiding in the familiar warmth of his body. The sobs I had been holding back all night finally broke free, and I cried, my tears soaking into his skin. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly, as if he was afraid I might disappear if he let go.

"Vedanti," he whispered against my hair, his breath warm against my scalp. "I’m not going anywhere. I’m here, with you."

His words were like a balm to my soul, but the fear still gnawed at me. I clutched his shirt, my fingers twisting in the fabric as I tried to pull him closer, to feel his heartbeat against mine. "You don’t understand..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I can’t live in a world without you."

He tightened his grip on me, pressing his forehead against mine as he whispered softly, "And you think I can live without you? I took that arrow without a second thought because you are my world, Vedanti. You and our children."

My heart was racing, every nerve in my body alive with the intensity of the moment. His words seeped into my bones, the vulnerability and love in his voice breaking through every wall I had built between us. Slowly, I lifted my head to meet his gaze, our faces inches apart.

There was something electric in the air between us, something raw and unspoken. His eyes flickered to my lips, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. The pull between us was undeniable, and I felt myself leaning into him, drawn by the gravity of his presence.

He reached up, his hand brushing the hair away from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek. "I’m yours, Vedanti," he whispered. "Always."

He didn’t wait for me. His hand cupped my face, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw, and before I could process what was happening, his lips were on mine.

The kiss was slow at first, tentative, as though we were both testing the waters after so long apart. But then something shifted—the weight of the years, the distance, the pain—it all melted away, replaced by an intensity that overwhelmed me. His lips were soft but demanding, claiming mine in a way that made my knees weak. I gasped against his mouth, and he deepened the kiss, his other hand wrapping around my waist, pulling me flush against him.

My heart raced, the sound of its wild rhythm echoing in my ears. My mind felt like it was spinning out of control, unable to keep up with the surge of emotions flooding through me. The kiss was desperate, filled with the need to make up for lost time, to communicate everything we had never said in words. It was raw, fierce, and utterly intoxicating.

Every inch of my body responded to him. My skin burned where he touched me, and I could feel the heat of his body pressed against mine, his heartbeat matching the wild pace of my own. His hands moved over me—gentle yet possessive—as if he was reminding himself that I was real, that I was here, and I wasn’t leaving this time.

My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if afraid that the moment might end too soon. The taste of him, the warmth of his lips—it all felt so familiar yet so new. I had forgotten how utterly consuming it was to kiss him, to lose myself in him like this. My body trembled under the weight of it all—the years of longing, the years of pushing him away—and now, finally, letting him in.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathless. His forehead rested against mine, his hands still cradling my face as though I were the most precious thing in the world. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my heart pounding in my ears, and I could feel the warmth of his breath fanning over my lips.

When we finally pulled away, both of us breathless, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed as he whispered, "Promise me you won’t push me away again."

I nodded, my heart full. "I promise."

The first rays of the sun gently filtered through the heavy silk curtains of Abhirath’s chamber, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow. My eyes fluttered open, feeling the warmth of the morning but also the heat radiating from Abhirath beside me. Last night’s emotional storm still echoed in my heart, but today felt different. Lighter. Maybe because, after so long, I had let go of the walls between us. I wasn’t pushing him away anymore.

I turned slightly in bed, watching him. His eyes were closed, his face peaceful, and for a moment, I allowed myself to just admire him. Strong, protective, and yet there was a gentleness that he only showed when it was just the two of us. My fingers lightly grazed his cheek, brushing the edge of his stubble, and I bit my lip as a warmth spread through me—one that had nothing to do with the sun.

As if sensing me, he stirred, and his eyes slowly blinked open. The second his gaze locked onto mine, a slow smile curled on his lips, lazy and intoxicating. "Good morning, my queen," he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep, sending a delightful shiver down my spine.

"Good morning," I whispered back, my voice softer than I intended. The tension from the night before hadn’t disappeared. If anything, it had evolved into something more intimate, more tantalizing. It lingered in the air between us, thick and electric, and I knew he felt it too.

Abhirath’s hand slid across the sheets, capturing my fingers in his. Slowly, deliberately, he tugged me closer until my body was flush against his, the heat of his chest seeping into me through the thin layers of fabric between us. His fingers trailed up my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and then he cupped my face, tilting my chin upward so I couldn’t look away from him.

"Last night…" His voice was low, almost a growl. "You don’t know how much I wanted to hold you longer, touch you... but I couldn’t." His thumb brushed over my lower lip, and my heart fluttered, the desire in his gaze pulling me under. "Now... I don’t want to wait any longer, Vedanti."

His words sent a rush of heat through me, and I swallowed hard, my breaths shallow as I felt the same fire building inside me. The space between us felt too small, too charged, and I found myself wanting to close it completely. My hands moved on their own, slipping under the fabric of his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his chest. The warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips was addictive, and I wanted more.

Before I knew it, Abhirath had leaned in, his lips hovering just over mine, so close that I could feel his breath mingling with mine. The anticipation was maddening, my body screaming for him to just close the gap, to kiss me, to pull me under him like the storm he was. But just as our lips were about to meet—

"Mama!"

The small voice pierced through the moment, and we both froze. Abhirath let out a frustrated groan, his forehead dropping against mine as I giggled, our heated moment interrupted. I glanced toward the door and saw Raj, our eldest son, standing there, his wide eyes filled with curiosity.

"Raj..." I sighed, trying to suppress my amusement. "What are you doing up so early?"

Abhirath, still clearly frustrated by the interruption, chuckled softly, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead before sitting up. "Your timing, little prince, is impeccable."

Raj, oblivious to the tension between his parents, smiled brightly. "Abhi wants to know if we can have breakfast in the garden! Can we? Can we, Mama?"

I shook my head, smiling at his excitement. "Of course, but next time, maybe knock first?"

Raj blinked, confused by the suggestion, but nodded enthusiastically before running off to find his brother.

Abhirath leaned back against the pillows, his arms crossed over his chest, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I swear, they’re plotting against us."

I laughed, reaching out to playfully swat his arm. "It’s their way of keeping you humble, Your Majesty."

His smirk deepened, and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back toward him, his eyes darkening with that same intense look that had me breathless moments before. "I don’t care how many times they interrupt," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, sending a delicious shiver through me. "Sooner or later, I’ll have you all to myself."

I bit my lip, feeling my pulse race again, but before I could respond, another voice echoed from the doorway.

"Papa! Mama! Are you coming?" Abhiraj's voice chimed in, followed by the sound of tiny footsteps racing through the halls.

We both sighed, caught between desire and parenthood, but there was something sweet about the interruption too—something grounding. I smiled at Abhirath, who only shook his head in amusement as we both climbed out of bed.

"One day," he said, his tone playful but laced with that same promise. "One day, I’ll make sure no one interrupts us."

I laughed softly, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek before grabbing his hand. "I’m looking forward to it."

But even as we walked down the hall to meet our kids in the garden, that tension between us hadn’t faded. If anything, it had only grown, simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the moment we could finally let it all out—without interruptions.

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