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Trishalini POV

"Baisa, Yuvraj asked you to take his dinner into his tent," Meenakshi informed me, and I lowered my gaze to the plate I was setting up.

"Okay, you all should have dinner and rest well," I said, standing up to take the plate to Daadisa.

He did not marry me to be his actual wife. He only married me to be his child's mother. Why should I take his dinner to the tent?

Disregarding Meenakshi's words, I made my way into Daadisa's tent. There, I found her perched on the edge of the bed, her face etched with lines of wisdom. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

"Daadisa, shall I come in?" I asked, and she signalled before smiling at me. "Come in,"

I did and placed the plate before her. "Umm, it smells delicious," she said, and I smiled.

"I could not stop myself from taking the kitchen," I said, and she laughed a little. I thought that after the Pooja, I would ask you to cook something for everyone as the first kitchen ritual, but you already did for me," she said, and I smiled.

"Where is your plate?" she asked suddenly, and I gulped silently before shaking my head. "I am not really hungry," I said, and she knit her brows.

"Why? Is something wrong?" she asked, and I lowered my gaze.

"I never ate before my father. And I do not know how he is doing. I just do not feel like eating," I said, and she smiled weakly, looking at me. What if he was thinking the same? And do not worry; Kunwar Agastya is there until you visit him. He will be doing great," she said, and I nodded weakly.

"Here, take it," she said, tearing a bite for me, and I immediately shook my head. "No, no, Daadisa, you are the elder, and you must eat before me," I insisted to her more, and she shook her head, taking a bite.

"You are such a stubborn child," she said, and I sat with her until she ate. She told me about Yuvraj's childhood and his silent and arrogant personality. According to her, he never used to talk to anyone straightforwardly except his family. He was a frustrated child who did not like sunlight, wanted to eat salty food, and would deny sleeping if the bed sheet was not his favourite colour. He would not eat if dinner were not served on time.

When she told me about it, I lowered my gaze. He must be waiting for the food. But I was not that kind of wife.

I was a different kind of wife.

Also, I did not find it suitable to stand up until Daadisa finished eating and stopped telling me her stories.

"God bless you," she said, burping louder once she finished. "It was delicious that I could not stop," she added, and I chuckled a little.

"What? You did not think we could burp?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"Wait, see again," she said, burping even louder, and I burst into laughter.

"Hahahahah, Daadisa," I palmed my mouth, and she laughed with me.

"Alright, you should go now and see your husband. He must be going mad," she said, and my laughter vanished. Unwantedly, the moments of last night, when he touched my belly for a moment, crossed my brain. It was lightening.

I did not know what would happen tonight. He must be mad over what I did in the morning and what I did now. But I was mad, too. His sorries could not change anything. If he wanted to marry me, he could have told me earlier, given me a good reason. It was like I would deny it if he had talked to my father.

But no, he had to come up with something that would hurt me. He only knew to hurt others if he was hurt. He was not trying to understand my point of view. But there was no point in discussing it now. I redeemed my mistakes by marrying him. Also, the way my father lost his trust in me and did not even bless me wholeheartedly was non-forgetful to me.

"Good Night, Trisha," she said suddenly, and I was out of my thoughts.

I smiled weakly and nodded, taking the plate aside and helping her unfold the duvet.

"If he irritates you, come over here and sleep with me," she offered, and I smiled, nodding.

Once she closed her eyes, I found Yuvraj standing outside her tent. His hands were crossed over his chest, and I rolled my eyes.

"I thought you slept," he said, and I walked past him, ignoring him.

"Good luck. I am not. Do you want to consummate now?" I asked, and he clicked his tongue. He followed me to the place where dirty utensils were kept.

"I am hungry, Trisha," he said, and I sat down to make a plate for myself.

"So?" I asked and lifted my gaze to look at him.

"You do not know how to serve yourself?" I asked, and he sighed deeply before clenching his jaw. "Never mind," he spat, and I looked back at the plate.

He went from there, and I closed my eyes for a moment. My father did not teach me to keep someone hungry.

So, I quickly set up his plate too. Also, his family was really nice to me, and I should not do this to him.

Taking both the plates, I stepped into his tent. He was lying on the bed, covering himself with the comforters.

"Yuvraj," I said, walking closer to him, keeping the plate in front of him, and sitting on the other side of the bed.

He did not say anything, and I pushed the dupatta down my head. All of this jewellery was making me uncomfortable.

"Your dinner," I said, but he still did not reply with anything.

"Fine," I said and stood up on the bed.

I could not breathe in this waist chain and necklace. I put my hand behind my neck, and suddenly, he shifted to look at me.

"Ab kyu laayi hai aap?"

"Why have you brought it now?" he asked, and I threw the necklace between our pillows.

"Ab laaye hai to kha lijiye,"

"Eat if I have brought it now," I said, and he glared at me.

"Stop glaring at me," I said, lowering my fingers to untie the waist chain.

"You are being so rude," he said, and I inhaled deeply, gritting my teeth. "And you are being too stubborn," I said, sat on the bed, and pulled my plate towards me.

He shifted a little and put his head on his hand, supporting it with his elbows.

"You never talked to me like this," he said, and I tore a bite for me.

"And, you never married me like this and for... this," I said, and he shook his head.

"I thought you were different," he said, and I lowered my gaze.

"I thought you were different, too," I added, avoiding him to eat a little. I was feeling hungry. I had one chapati, but he did not even begin. He was just staring at me, and I looked at me.

"Khana kha lijiye,"

"Eat your food," I said, and he stared at me silently and muttered in a slow voice.

"Feed me," I immediately looked away from him and stepped down the bed.

"This is not happening," I said, keeping the plate on the small table.

I looked around for something to sleep on, but there was nothing. I turned to look at the bed. He was still staring at me, and I looked at his already cold food.

He was way too stubborn and childish. I rolled my eyes and walked to the bed again.

"Eat it, and keep it on the table. I need to sleep," I said, warning him, and he sat up. I thought he would, but instead, he stood up.

I hated him. I hated him so much.

"Stop," I could not stop myself. I could not leave him hungry, especially since we had to make the trek the next day.

He stopped, and I sat up. Leaning forward, I grabbed the plate from his hand, and he sat back beside me.

"This is the first and the last time I am doing this," I said and gulped, tearing a bite. He was making me even angrier but showing me his not-so-innocent face.

Opening his mouth wide, he waited for me to feed him, and I sighed deeply, pushing the bite inside his mouth.

He chewed it slowly and nodded.

"It's delicious," he said, and I tore the another bite.

"How old are you?" I asked, feeding him another bite, and he replied in a ruffled voice.

"Twenty-two," I fed him another bite while saying.

"I think those twenty years did nothing to your stubbornness because you behave like two,"

He glared at me and took the bite silently. I did not say anything afterwards and fed him six chapatis. And he just ate.

"Enough," he said, and I finally put the plate down.

"Now," he said, and I looked at him angrily. "What? I had a bite in my mouth," he said, and I clenched my jaw.

I began feeding him again, and he ate another two chapatis. It seemed like he only wanted to irritate me.

"Alright. I am full," he said, and I looked up at him. His lips glistened with the oil, and I thought to take my fingers closer to wash it away but stopped myself.

I was not that kind of wife for him, I reminded myself, and I stepped down from the bed. After putting the plate on the table, I washed my hands and looked at him, pulling the curtains and covering the bed in a few moments.

I looked away for a moment.

"Um, I think I should sleep with Daadisa," I said, and he remained silent for a few moments and then said.

"Am I eating you?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes.

"You cannot," I said, stepping forward near the bed and parting the curtains to sit on one side. He was looking at me, and I tried not to look at him.

"I am sorry, Trisha," he said. I immediately lay down, facing his opposite side, and covered myself with the comforter.

I did not want to hear his sorry.

After a few moments, he shifted closer to me and pulled the comforter down my face.

"Trisha, suniye na,"

"Trisha, listen to me," his words made me feel a lump in my throat. Did he ever listen to me? Why should I?

"I did not know that he did it because he was sick, and I did not know he took his... turban to plead you. I know I made a mistake. But I told you I cannot see you marrying anyone else. But, you did not listen. Tell me, what else should I have done?" he said, and I immediately turned to look at him. He was one foot away from me.

"You won. I am your wife now. I do not think you should be apologising or feeling sorry for me. I got my own Karma. I betrayed you, and you punished me," I said, looking into his eyes. He lowered his gaze momentarily and brought his hand closer to mine.

I inhaled deeply when he touched my hand. I tried to pull back, but he shifted closer, and I asked.

"So, we are going to sleep together?"

He immediately closed his eyes and pushed his face into the pillow.

"This is not how we sleep together. If you keep saying this, it will make me uncomfortable," he said, looking up at me. I noticed his hair falling on his forehead.

"Why? Did I seduce you enough?" I asked, and he glared at me intensely.

"Trisha, if you speak about yourself like this one more time, I swear you will regret it," he said, and I clenched my jaw.

"I am sorry for whatever I said. I was angry, and you did not give me any options. Why are you not understanding it? And, what is wrong with marrying for the baby? Do people not have babies after the marriage?" he asked and I looked away for a moment.

"Then have a baby with me and leave me," I cut him off.

He closed his eyes with the frustration and turned his face to the other side.

"Do not talk to me," he said and I looked at the other side. I would never.

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