CHAPTER 54

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The Rathore mansion was filled with a sense of warmth and joy as the news of Vidyuth and Meera's arrival spread throughout the family. There was an air of expectancy as everyone gathered, eagerly awaiting the moment they would see Meera again, after so long. Rohan, standing in the center of the room, couldn't contain his excitement as he relayed the news.

"Vidyuth and Meera entered the first gate!"

He exclaimed, his voice filled with pride.

The family's collective joy was palpable. Vidhyuth had always been the pillar of the family, the one everyone looked up to. But it was Meera, with her kindness, her strength, and the bond she shared with Vidhyuth, that had captured their hearts. No one could deny that she had brought a new sense of peace and light to the mansion.

As the sleek black car approached the grand gates of the Rathore mansion, Meera's heart fluttered. It had been two years since she had left, but this time, she wasn't returning as a stranger. She wasn't coming back to the life she had left behind—she was coming back as Vidhyuth's wife, a part of this family.

Meera sat beside Vidhyuth in the car, her eyes wide with nervous excitement. She wore a light pink traditional dress, the soft fabric flowing around her like a cloud, that she changed before coming here, Something about the Rathore name, the legacy it carried, made her feel a sense of reverence for their customs.

As the car passed through the three safety compounds, Meera couldn't help but notice the grandeur of the mansion that loomed ahead. She could feel her heart racing, a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirling within her. But as Vidyuth reached out for her hand, the familiar warmth of his touch grounded her, reminding her that, despite the time apart, nothing had changed between them.

Her palm rested softly in his, and the sense of calm and reassurance that always accompanied his presence washed over her. She knew that, no matter what happened next, Vidyuth was there to protect her.

The car finally came to a stop in front of the mansion, and as they stepped out, the sound of laughter and chatter filled the air. The whole family was waiting for them. Vidyuth's mother Nandini stood at the entrance, her hands holding an arathi plate, tears welling up in her eyes as she watched the couple approach.

For a moment, she stood still, taking in the sight of her son, now a grown man, walking toward her with Meera by his side. The regret she had once felt, for forcing Vidyuth into a second marriage that was never meant to be, surged within her. She had always seen him as the strong, independent man who would one day find someone worthy of him. But she had never known how deeply he loved Meera—how much she meant to him. Now, standing before her, she could see it in the way Vidyuth held Meera's hand, in the way he treated her like a treasure.

The mother's heart swelled with love, and she walked toward them, her voice trembling with emotion as she whispered a prayer of blessing. Her eyes met Vidyuth's, and she saw the tenderness in his gaze. He was finally happy.

Anvi and Vihaan, stood nearby, both with big smiles on their faces. They were excited to see her again. As Meera and Vidhyuth approached.

"Meera bhabhisaa!"

Anvi shouted, excitement bubbling in her voice.

"We missed you so much!"

Meera couldn't help but smile in return, feeling a warmth fill her chest. For the first time in so long, she felt like she truly belonged.

Vinay and Anushka stood a little behind, both wearing smiles that could rival the brightest of the sun. Anushka, after two long years of separation, had finally been reunited with her best friend. The bond between them, though tested by time, had never broken. Anushka's eyes glistened with unshed tears, but her smile never faltered.

"I can't believe it's really you,"

Anushka said, her voice a mix of joy and disbelief.

"After everything that happened, I never thought we'd be standing here again, together."

Meera pulled Anushka into a tight hug, not saying anything, but letting the embrace speak for itself. There was so much unspoken between them, so much that had been left unresolved, but in this moment, all that mattered was that they were together again.

Meanwhile, Rohan and Tanvi stood by, beaming with pride as they watched the reunion unfold. Tanvi, always the more energetic one, was bouncing up and down with excitement. Rohan, ever the calm presence, stood with his arm around Tanvi, keeping her grounded as she nearly jumped out of excitement.

At the far corner of the room, Mannara and Shagun stood, both silent observers of the scene. Mannara's face was unreadable, but there was a hint of something—regret, perhaps—lurking beneath her calm exterior. She had been a part of Vidyuth's life, she couldn't ignore the bond that had once existed between them. Now, seeing him with Meera, she had to face the reality of what she had lost.

Shagun, standing beside her, gave her a reassuring glance. She had always been Mannara's confidant, but even she couldn't deny the shift in the atmosphere. Vidhyuth had moved on, and it was clear that Meera was now the one who held his heart.

Adhiraj and Seetadevi, Vidhyuth's grandparents, stood beside each other, tears in their eyes as they watched the reunion unfold. The years had been kind to them, but seeing their grandson so happy, with the woman he loved by his side, brought tears to their eyes. They had always wanted the best for Vidhyuth, and it was clear to them now that Meera was that best.

Harsh, Vidhyuth's father, stood tall, a proud smile on his face. He had always been a man of few words, but his eyes spoke volumes. He was proud of his son—proud of the man he had become, proud that Vidyuth had found the love of his life in Meera.

And then there was Ritvik, Vidhyuth's uncle. Though their relationship had always been a little distant, he had always cared for Vidhyuth in his own way. He had been there for Meera when she had suffered from a panic attack two years ago, and despite everything, he had seen her strength. Now, watching her stand beside Vidhyuth, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fatherly affection toward her.

As the family gathered around, Vidhyuth stood tall beside Meera, his hand resting protectively on her shoulder. The house that had once felt empty without her now seemed to come alive with her presence. The Rathore mansion wasn't just a place anymore—it was a home, and Meera had a place in it, just as much as Vidhyuth did.

Meera looked around at the faces that had once seemed like strangers and now felt like family. She was overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. This was her new beginning, and she was ready to embrace it with open arms.

Together, Meera and Vidhyuth stood at the center of it all, surrounded by love, family, and the promise of a future they would build together. And in that moment, Meera knew that no matter what the past held, this was where she belonged.

As Meera stepped inside the grand Rathore mansion, she was immediately enveloped by warmth. The chatter of family members filled the air, and Meera could feel herself relax in the embrace of her newfound family. But just as she was beginning to settle in, Nandini, Anvi, and Tanvi pulled her toward the kitchen, eager to spend some time with her and ensure that everything was perfect.

Nandini, the matriarch of the family, had always taken a special interest in Meera, and today was no different. She had taken it upon herself to prepare a special meal just for Meera, one that suited her taste. As Nandini busied herself with chopping vegetables and stirring pots, she smiled over at Meera, noticing how the younger woman seemed to glow in the warmth of the family's presence.

"App kyun chale gye beta"

(Why did you left? daughter?)

Nandini said with a softness.

"I'm sorry maa situation hi aisi thi"

(bad circumstances)

"Aage se kabhi mat jana vi nahi reh sakta aapke bina"

(Dont leave him infuture he cant live without you)

Meera blushed, grateful for Nandini's words, and nodded. She was indeed part of the Rathore family now, and she had never felt more at home. The smell of the food in the air, the soft hum of laughter in the background, all of it was overwhelming in the best way.

Anvi, always the curious one, asked about Meera's travels and experiences, eager to hear about everything Meera had gone through during the time they were apart.

On the other side of the mansion, Vidhyuth, usually the epitome of control and composure, was under siege. Vinay, with his usual playfulness, had decided that this was the one moment he could tease Vidhyuth without the older man's usual stoic demeanor.

It was a rare, joyful evening at the Rathore palace. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of roses from the garden, and laughter echoed in the halls. Vidhyuth, sat on the cushioned sofa in his cabin, his piercing eyes softened by a rare smile—a smile reserved only for one woman, Meera. She had finally returned to him after two long, painful years of separation.

But Vinay and Vihaan, weren't about to let this moment of vulnerability pass unnoticed.

"Look at our mighty Bhaisa,"

Vinay teased, dramatically placing a hand over his heart.

"The man who once made enemies tremble is now completely at Meera Bhabhisa's mercy!"

Vihaan chimed in, chuckling,

"You know, I've never seen Bhaisa smiling"

Viduth's ears burned red, but he maintained his regal composure, though his hand tightened around the armrest of his chair. Meera, seated across the room, watched the scene unfold with an amused smile.

As if the teasing couldn't get worse, Rohan, Vidhyuth's childhood best friend, strolled in, catching the tail end of the banter. With a wide grin, he joined the fun.

"Oh my god what did you do to my bestfriend where is cold arrogant businessman?"

Rohan teased, feigning shock.

"What happened to 'I rule the kingdom and my heart'?"

Vidhyuth shot Rohan a withering glare, though the faintest smirk betrayed his amusement.

"I don't remember asking for your commentary, Rohan,"

he replied, voice tinged with mock annoyance.But Rohan wasn't done.

"Oh, come on, Vidhyuth. Admit it—you're whipped! Absolutely, undeniably, royally whipped!"

The brothers burst into laughter. Vidhyuth looked at them. For a moment, he forgot he was the king. All he could think was her—the woman who had held his heart through storms and fire.

With a deep breath, Vidhyuth rose from his seat, his towering frame commanding attention. His voice, though calm, carried a playful undertone.

"If loving my queen with all my heart makes me 'whipped,' so be it. But remember, my dear brothers"

His eyes flicked between Vinay, Vihaan, and Rohan

"I still outrank all of you."

The room erupted into laughter again, but this time, Vidhyuth joined in. For once, the King of Rajasthan allowed himself to simply be a man—one deeply, irrevocably in love with his queen.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped behind the horizon and the mansion was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, Vidhyuth found himself alone in his office, reflecting on the day. The house was quiet now, and he had finally been given a moment of solitude.

A knock echoed at the door. Vidhyuth frowned, wondering who could be there at this hour. When he opened it, he was met with an unexpected guest: Mannara.

She stood in the doorway, her posture stiff but her expression calm, a soft sadness lingering in her eyes. Vidhyuth stood motionless, unsure of how to respond to her sudden appearance.

"Mannara,"

He said softly, his voice betraying a hint of surprise.

Mannara entered the room without waiting for an invitation, her eyes scanning the office for a brief moment before she fixed her gaze on him. The tension in the room was palpable. After all that had happened, after everything they had been through, it seemed strange for them to be standing in this space together once again.

"I wanted to talk"

Mannara said, her voice steady but tinged with emotion.

"I know you probably didn't expect me, but I needed to see you... to talk to you."

Vidhyuth frowned, his brow furrowing as he stood there, waiting for her to continue. Mannara took a deep breath, stepping closer.

"I'm not here to ask anything"

She said, her voice trembling slightly.

"But I want you to know that I am happy for you, Vidhyuth. Truly. I see now that Meera is the one you belong with."

Vidhyuth's eyes softened as he looked at Mannara, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared history. He had never been able to find the right words to explain to her how everything had played out, how the pressure of his family had pushed him into a marriage that was never meant to be but untill he bound in marriage with Meera. But hearing her speak now, there was something different in her eyes. It wasn't bitterness. It wasn't anger. It was acceptance.

"I never wanted to hurt you, Mannara,"

Vidhyuth replied, his voice low.

"But you're right. Meera...  I never thought I could love anyone else untill she showed up in my life, i hated her still I was falling for her"

Mannara nodded, a small, bittersweet smile appearing on her face.

"I understand, Vidyuth. When i first met her i saw nothing innocent girl with bubbly persona, I'm just glad you're happy."

Her words struck a chord in Vidhyuth's heart. There was something incredibly selfless about Mannara in this moment. She had come here, not to demand anything from him, but to let go of whatever had been holding her back. She had come to offer her blessing, to give him the peace that he had been seeking for so long.

"I'm happy that its her Meera, She will never betray you"

Mannara added quietly, a hint regret contentment in her voice.

"I can move on now, Vidhyuth. I know that you belong with Meera, and that's all that matters. I want you both to be happy."

The silence in the room stretched on for a few moments before Vidhyuth spoke again, his voice thick with emotion.

"Thank you, Mannara. You've been a part of my life, and I have no grudges against you I'll always be there for you"

Mannara smiled softly, her eyes filled with a quiet peace.

"Take care of her, Vidhyuth. She's a treasure. Don't let go of her."

With that, Mannara turned and walked toward the door, her figure slowly disappearing from the room. Vidhyuth stood there, staring at the empty doorway, the weight of her words settling in his chest. He couldn't help but feel a sense of relief—a release from the tension that had been building between him and Mannara for so long.

As the door closed softly behind her, Vidhyuth turned to look out the window, his mind swirling with thoughts of Meera. He knew now, more than ever, that he had made the right choice. Meera was the one who had always been meant for him, and he would never let her go.

Meera stepped into the grand room that once felt like a world of its own—a world filled with both the sweetest and most heart-wrenching memories. The soft, golden glow of the lamps illuminated the intricate carvings on the walls and the luxurious fabrics draped across the bed. The faint scent of sandalwood lingered, bringing with it a wave of nostalgia that tugged at her heart.

It had been two long years since she last set foot in this room, their room. The atmosphere here carried echoes of laughter, heated arguments, stolen glances, and shared silences. A sigh escaped her lips as her fingers lightly grazed the edge of the carved headboard. She had missed this, missed him—even when she tried her best not to admit it.

She had spent time with Tanvi and Anvi, Vidhyuth's younger sisters, and her mother in law, Nandini. Their heartfelt conversation had been both comforting and overwhelming, and now, standing here, she felt the weight of those years apart lift, little by little.

The creak of the door broke her reverie, and she turned to see Vidhyuth entering. He looked every bit the regal king—his sharp features, perfectly styled hair, and confident stride—but there was something softer in his eyes, something only she could bring out.

"So, Wifie?"

Vidhyuth started, closing the door behind him with a faint smirk,

"Happy to be back?"

Meera raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.

"Don't you this I should be the one to ask that?"

Vidhyuth chuckled, stepping closer.

"Achaji, care to explain?"

Her lips curved into a sly smile.

"Well, finally you I, Meera Roy forgived you and you got your beautiful wife back"

"Rathore Meera Vidhyuth Rathore"

He stood mere inches away now, towering over her but somehow seeming smaller in her presence.

"I won't deny it"

He said, his voice low,

"You are gorgeous, I've missed your stubbornness... and everything about you."

Meera's cheeks warmed, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her blush.

"You've missed me, huh? I'm surprised. I thought the cold, arrogant King of Rajasthan didn't need anyone."

Vidhyuth placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt.

"Ouch, Meera. You wound me. But you should know... the cold, arrogant king only belongs to one person. And she's standing right in front of me."

She shocked at his sudden change to expressions, she rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips.

"Kya bat hai, Vidhyuth Rathore. What happened to the man who once believed silence was his greatest weapon?"

His expression softened, and he reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"That man realized silence was meaningless when he is infront of his wife"

Meera's breath hitched at his words, her defenses wavering. For a moment, she saw the vulnerability in his eyes—the depth of his regret and the love he had always carried for her.

"Well,"

she said, breaking the heavy silence with a teasing tone,

"don't think I'm letting you off the hook just because you're charming now, thoda handsome bhi hogaye ho"

Vidhyuth laughed, a rare, genuine sound that filled the room.

"Thodasa?"

he repeated, feigning offense.

"Meera, I'm the King of Rajasthan! 'Thodasa' doesn't even begin to cover it. Admit it—I'm devastatingly handsome."

Meera tilted her head, pretending to consider his words, her lips quirking into a playful grin.

"Hmm... devastatingly is a bit of a stretch. But fine, I'll give you handsome. Happy now, Your Majesty?"

He stepped closer, his smirk deepening as he leaned down to meet her gaze.

"Not until you admit I'm the most handsome man you've ever seen."

She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms.

"Most handsome?"

Vidhyuth leaned more, making her nervous, butterflied errupted in her stomack.

"mm hmm?"

Meera let out an exasperated laugh to avoid closeness, shaking her head.

"You're impossible."

"And yet,"

he said softly, his voice dipping to that rich, velvety tone that always made her heart skip a beat,

"you're still here, in this room, with me."

Her teasing expression faltered for a moment as she met his eyes, the warmth and sincerity in them making her chest tighten.

"Maybe,"

she replied, her voice softer now,

"because no one else can handle your impossible self."

Vidhyuth chuckled, reaching out to gently take her hand in his.

"Or maybe, wifie, because no one else was ever meant to."

The teasing faded as their laughter melted into a tender silence, their unspoken emotions filling the space between them. For the first time in years, the room felt complete again, their playful banter continued, the room once again alive with laughter and warmth. Vidhyuth Rathore, the cold, composed King of Rajasthan, had finally found his voice again—a voice meant only for her.

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