RANISA-HIS FIRST WIFE ✅

37. Stop making me blush

I am listing to this gujarati song while writing and it's my absolute favourite. Any gujarati people reading ☺

vedanti pov:)

The next day greeted me with a rush of excitement and anticipation as I prepared for the second day of our grand festival. The air was electric with the buzz of activity, and the kingdom seemed to pulse with newfound energy. Amongst the bustling streets and adorned market stalls, one figure stood out prominently - the foreign trader, Alex, whose presence had become the talk of the town.

Summoned by Sumitra's insistence, I readied myself for our rendezvous at the tarest of the fort, a secluded spot steeped in nostalgia and cherished memories from our childhood. It was a place where we sought refuge from the demands of royalty, a sanctuary where we could share our deepest thoughts away from prying eyes.

Along the way, the streets teemed with life, adorned with vibrant banners and fragrant blooms, echoing with the melodies of celebration.

Arriving at the tarest, I paused to drink in the breathtaking panorama before me. From this elevated perch, I could survey the entirety of our kingdom sprawling below, a testament to the resilience and spirit of our people. It stirred within me a profound sense of pride and gratitude for the privilege of serving as their ruler.

Lost in reverie, I awaited Sumitra's arrival, the gentle breeze whispering secrets of the day to come. Despite the anticipation that coiled within me, there lingered a subtle undercurrent of apprehension, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges that awaited. But with resolve in my heart and determination in my step, I stood ready to face whatever destiny had in store.

"Forgive me if I disturb you, my queen," abhirath spoke softly. (she can recognize him with his voice.)

Turning to face him, I felt a tumult of emotions stirring within me. Despite my resolve, his presence still held sway over my heart, igniting a spark of longing that I struggled to suppress.

Abhirath stood before me, a bouquet of roses in hand, their petals a vibrant testament to his earnest plea for forgiveness. His eyes, once filled with laughter and warmth, now bore the weight of regret as he sought solace in my gaze.

"Abhirath," I began, my voice betraying a trace of vulnerability beneath the facaude of regal composure, "you know not the pain you have caused."

His expression softened, and he took a step closer, the distance between us a chasm of unspoken longing. "I know, my queen," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "and for that, I am truly sorry."

I felt the sting of tears threatening to spill from my eyes, a silent testament to the depth of my anguish. "Sorry is not enough," I replied, my voice trembling with unspoken emotion.

Abhirath reached out, his hand hesitating before gently brushing away a tear that had escaped my grasp. "Please," he implored, his touch igniting a flicker of longing within me, "allow me the chance to make amends, to prove the depth of my devotion to you."

I wavered, torn between the pain of the past and the flicker of hope that lingered in his eyes. "You ask much of me, Abhirath," I whispered, my heart aching with the weight of unresolved longing.

He took my hand in his, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "I ask only for your forgiveness," he spoke, his voice laced with sincerity, "and the opportunity to mend what was broken between us."

In that moment, amidst the petals of my favourite roses and the echoes of our shared past, I grappled with the turmoil of my emotions. Though my heart yearned to forgive, I knew that trust, once shattered, could not easily be restored.