Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi
Unspoken Wounds
As Vedanth’s voice trailed off, the room fell into an agonizing silence. The past he had buried deep within him had finally resurfaced, stripping him of the last remnants of his strength. His hands clenched into fists, his breathing uneven. He had never spoken about this… never allowed himself to relive the nightmare that had shaped his existence.
Across from him, Meera sat frozen, her eyes wide with unshed tears. But the moment she saw the broken man in front of her—her Vedanth, who always carried himself with quiet strength—completely shattered, something inside her cracked.
Warm tears began to spill down her cheeks, falling silently onto her lap. She didn’t wipe them away.
Meera Rajvanshi
Vedanth ji....
Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper.
And then, without hesitation, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around him, holding him as tightly as she could, as if her embrace alone could piece him back together.
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