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Trishalini POV

Everything was beautiful. It was like a fairytale. And I was the center of everyone's attention—the people, attendees, family, and especially him.

"Trisha," he called out, entering my room, and I sighed deeply, lifting my gaze from the food.

"I am sorry. The hearings stretched," he said, sitting beside me, and I smiled.

"How are you feeling?" it had become his favorite question as he would ask it ten times a day. And when I said ten times, I did not bragging.

"Good," I answered, and he inhaled, nodding and caressing his thighs a little before looking back at me.

"What did the physician say?" he asked, and I smiled, leaning on his shoulder and closing my eyes.

"Aap kyu nahi hote hai jab vo Jaanch karti hai? Fir aap pareshaan hote hai,"

"Why do you not stay with me when she sees me? You get worried later," I asked, and he immediately shifted a little closer and kissed my forehead.

Cupping my cheek, he looked at my face and shook his head with displeasure.

"You are constantly looking weak," he said, and I closed my eyes as if I had vomited for the third time already.

After one month of pregnancy, I began to feel the changes in my body. The vomiting, the hatred towards any smell, except the smell of iron, him, and pigeons.

"And it's only the third month," he added. I placed my head on his chest, and he gently caressed my arm.

"Hey, what happened?" he asked, kissing my forehead, and I shook my head.

Everything was way too perfect.

He was doing great as the King. The Princely States respected him, and the Kings considered his opinions when enacting the new law. Our family was happy. My father came to meet me once, and even Baapusa was doing better.

He began to walk comfortably again. He seemed better than during the rainy season, and his cough was better, so he was happy.

But, sometimes, I feel that we should have gotten more time than Abhinandan and Trisha. The responsibilities and pregnancy came way too early.

No matter how much we try to spend time together, after a while, we both have separate and look after the things we are responsible for.

However, Maasa has been helping me a lot these days.

"Do you miss Maasa and Daadisa?" he asked, gently caressing my cheek, and I nodded.

"Aww, my beautiful wife, they will be back soon," he said, and I pulled back to look into his eyes.

"When?" I asked, and he leaned in to kiss my forehead.

"Soon. I promise. In a month," he said, and I gulped, straightening up, and felt his fingers gently push the loose strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I am worried for you, Trisha," he muttered, and I smiled weakly and looked up at him.

"You do not have to," I said, and he lowered his gaze.

"But, I promise as soon as the new law gets passed, I will spend my whole time with you," he said, pouring the juice into the glasses.

Honestly, everything was perfect, but time was moving way too fast. My day would begin with his smell in my bed, as he would have left the bed already to work, feed the pigeons, and get ready for the court. I would also spend my time selecting the menu, managing the administration, and spending my time with Meenakshi and other attendees.

Sometimes, Physicians would come, and the conversations would stretch.

"You are needed more at the court, and I am absolutely fine. It's just changes in the body," I tried to say. I could not tell how much I needed him now. We were alone in the Kingdom as Maasa, Baapusa, and Daadisa had gone to attend his cousin Haider's wedding.

He did not go to take care of me and the Kingdom. And the physician suggested I not travel that much. Maasa and Daadisa did not want to go either, but I did not want to stop them.

But it was not like he was totally absent. He was trying to spend all his free moments with me. Many times, he would oil my hair as I was getting constant headaches. He would try to make me laugh, but there was something missing, and I did not know what. He seemed happy, but I could feel that he was not happy from inside.

"Trisha," he called out, and I inhaled deeply, staring at him with a smile.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, and I shook my head before shifting closer and taking his hand in mine.

It could be work, or it could be my overthinking.

Gulping silently, I placed his hand on my belly, and the moment his warm palm touched my skin, my nerves began to calm down.

"You know your babies need you more than me," I muttered in a low voice, and he smiled widely.

"I know. I love them a lot. But do they listen?" he asked, lowering his head to my belly. I shook my head.

"I do not know. Maybe or maybe not," I said, and he chuckled.

"Your belly is getting bigger," he said, and his smile shrank, "I am worried for you, Trisha," his voice lowered.

And, I asked. "Why?"

He sucked on his lower lip. "You will feel a lot of pain," this was the eighth time he said that.

I knew he was worried about my delivery. He gets worried even if I sneeze. He was way too protective of me, and seeing it, I felt worried for him.

I did not know how he would see going through the pregnancy and then delivery and then postpartum.

This was one of the reasons he turned worried every time he saw me.

For him, my pain was a bigger concern than his becoming the father of two.

He was a King to the world, heartless, brave, intelligent, and everything one could ask for. But, for me, he was still my Abhi.

My friend, my love, my husband, and my everything.

"Is there any other option to take the babies out of the womb without pain?" He asked, and I chuckled, leaning in and kissing his cheek.

"I love you so much, Abhi," I could not stop myself. Honestly, I would have never found a man like him. And now, I feel proud of whatever happened. I was happy that it happened.

And I knew he would never break my heart. Ever since I learned about life, I have only seen my father as part of a family. And with him, everything was a rulebook. I woke up early, cooked, learned, worked, slept, and tried to make him happy. It was never as alive and happy as this Kingdom. I would not laugh loud; I would not say anything about my feelings.

The irony was that I never knew that I could also have feelings about anything until I came into these feelings.

Whole my life, my reality was an orphan child, burdened with my father's favors on me.

Telling someone that I had feelings for him was something I could not even dream of.

Why would someone love me when my parents chose to bury me alive?

But after marrying him, everything changed. I always thought that I knew better because I had knowledge, control over my emotions, and control over myself.

Until he came into my life, I broke my father's first rule by accepting his friendship, and since then, my life has begun to change without my knowledge.

Now, when I look at the past, I feel proud of myself for going to see him in Pratapgarh even when my father did not want me to. I feel proud to see myself coming this far.

But, in the process, I hurt him a lot. And it was because I was afraid of giving him the power to hurt me. I had never given that power to anyone.

Because I was already hurt, the worst had happened to me, and I did not want any more heartbreaks in my life. My life before him was not entirely empty, but I was not happy either.

After our marriage, a storm of change came into my life. Everything was absolutely different. The more it made me happy, the more it scared me. He came as a hope.

The one year we spent as friends has become my life now. But we were not the same person anymore, so it troubled me to trust him again.

I never cried for anyone but for him. I knew how much he could hurt me, and even today, I feel a part of me scared. He said that he could do something that would hurt me.

And, honestly, I could burn myself in sunlight, I could work hard to run a family, I could do anything, but I was scared of getting pain in the heart.

I could do anything for him but still could not erase the fact that he held all the power to crush me in moments. He had all the power to break me just by looking away from me.

And, now, I had given this power to him by putting my trust in him.

He gave birth to my femininity.

"Are you mood swings again?" He asked, and I looked up at him again.

"You do not feel good when I showcase my love?" I asked, and he shook his head, thinning his eyes.

"Not when you are pregnant. Because your love might be coming from the babies to their father," he said, and I chuckled, pulling back.

"Eat," he said, caressing my cheek, and I shook my head.

"I don't feel like eating," I said, caressing my belly, and he shook his head.

"Come on, you need energy," he said, and I lowered my gaze down to the chapati and Sabzi.

"I really do not like this," I tried to say, and he clicked his tongue while making a bit for me.

"I am sure my babies cannot deny eating with my hand," he said, and I smiled with blush and had it.

This was beautiful. This was what I wanted. He fed me.

The days kept passing. I focused on my duties, and he on his. We both always tried to escape time to spend it with each other.

And, with the passing days, he seemed even more happy. And, the day he finally passed the new law in the whole Kingdom and won the political war, he came running to me.

"Trisha," I heard him call me out, and I opened my lazy eyes.

"Ji," I muttered and noticed him sitting beside me.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, and I inhaled sharply, trying to change my side. My belly was huge now. It was the eighth month, and I felt immense pain in my back, turning towards him. He held my hand, and I sighed deeply, placing my head on his lap. I had lost all of my weight.

"Good, it's passed now?" I asked, and he smiled, moving his fingers in my head.

"Yes, I did it," he said, and my lips spread in a weak smile.

"Congratulations. I knew you would do it," I said, inhaling his warm, cozy scent.

Leaning down, he kissed my forehead and caressed my cheek.

"You could not sleep at night?" he asked, and I nodded.

"The babies are very active at night. They keep throwing legs, and I feel they will keep me running after birth," I muttered, and he chuckled.

"Wait!" he said, and I noticed him taking his overcoat, chains, and rings off before laying beside me. I felt his fingers undoing the knots of my overcoat and pulling the hems apart to touch my belly.

"Let me calm them down," he said, and I placed my head on his chest, my legs on his thighs, and leaned my belly on his.

"I do not know why they like you more than me," I said, and he chuckled, caressing my stomach.

"Because you are dangerous. They are afraid of you," he said, and I laughed.

"Already?" I asked, and he kissed the side of my forehead.

"Yes, they must have heard you scolding their father," he said, and I looked up at him.

"I did not. I love their father more than the World," I said, and he looked into my eyes and suddenly came closer to kiss me.

And the moment he placed his lips over mine. I felt the babies move in my stomach, and as they kicked their feet, I could not help but groan in pain.

"Anhhh," my body reacted, and my breath stopped.

He immediately pulled back.

"They did it again?" he asked.

I nodded.

Inhaling sharply, I placed my hand on his chest.

"Ah, they are giving me the toughest time of my life. They love their father and cannot stand him closer to me," I muttered, and he smiled.

"You are so cute," he exclaimed, caressing my cheek. I felt him caress my belly. He knew where their feet were, brushing his warm palm gently while leaning in. He kissed me again.

"See, they just need distraction," he said, and I blinked lazily.

"You seriously need to sleep now," he said, and I nodded, placing my hand on his.

"Please do not go," I muttered. He looked up at the door and then nodded.

"Okay," he muttered and pulled away from me for a moment to take his kurta off. Laying beside me, he pulled the comforter up. It was the peak of winter, and the fire was burning inside the chamber to keep it warm.

As he came closer and kept caressing my belly, I fell asleep even in the middle of the day.

My deep sleep broke when I heard the door open. But I felt too lazy to open my eyes.

"What happened?" I heard Maasa say, and I felt him running his fingers in his hair.

"Maasa, Trisha bhot pareshaan hai. So bhi nahi paa rahi,"

"Maasa, Trisha is very troubled. She cannot even fall asleep," I heard him say and felt Maasa sit on the bed beside me on the other side. His fingers were still caressing my cheek.

My pregnancy had brought him a lot of change. He did not feel timid about showing his love for me in front of anyone. If I walked into the court full of everyone, he would ask everyone to excuse me and then talk to me.

He made me feel special. There was no one who made me feel more like a Queen than him.

"Bahut Kamzori aa gayi hai. Khana peena khati nahi hai dhang see. Bache bhi bhot shaitan hai, thoda bhi bethti hai to pareshaan kar dete hai,"

"She is very weak now. She does not even eat properly. The kids are naughty already; they do not even let her sit for a while," I heard Maasa's low voice in sleep but felt too tired to even move an inch.

He kept caressing my head slowly.

"Just one more month," he said, and Maasa replied.

"Abhi, she needs you the most at this time. We take care of her, but you make her happy. Try to cut on your work and look after her. Everything will remain the same, but this time will never come back," Maasa said, and I felt her hand on my head.

"My daughter," she breathed.

"I am crushed, Maasa," he spoke in a low voice.

"I want to spend my time with her, but I cannot leave the work, especially when it's difficult to handle the situation. She is pregnant, Baapusa is sick again, and now everyone knows that he has little time left," he inhaled deeply and kept caressing my arm.

"Trisha has done so much for our family. From day one, she has tried to keep everyone happy. Seeing her struggle like this breaks my heart. I am delighted that two new members are joining us soon, but I am worried about her as well," I heard Maasa say and inhale deeply, "I know you are really occupied, Abhi, and broken inside because of your father. I know of it, even if you do not speak about it. But, you have to stay strong, my child," she added, and he only stayed silent in response.

"I am trying, Maasa. And I do not want to worry her with my thoughts as well," he muttered, and I felt his kiss on my head.

"I came here to see if she slept or not," she said, and he replied.

"Do not worry. I am taking care of her now,"

I inhaled a deep breath and tried to fall asleep. Maasa went from there, and as he kept messaging my head, I fell asleep.

But I woke up when I felt a strong kick in my belly, and my stomach tired with one side. My thigh felt numb, and I cried out a little.

"What happened?" he asked, and I clicked my tongue with frustration.

"I need to change sides," I said, feeling his hand on my belly. He held it gently and helped me move to the other side.

"They do not like this side," I said, opening my eyes, "They just want me on my right," I ranted about my babies to their father, and he just smiled.

"As father as child," he muttered, and I looked into his eyes.

"Abhi," I muttered and caressed his cheek.

"Hnn?" he asked.

"You are not alone in anything. I am here for you," I said, and he smiled and leaned in to kiss my forehead.

"I know," he muttered. "And I am here for you, my love," he added, and I gulped, sucking on my lower lip.

"Why do you not go and see Baapusa? Ever since he came back from Darmiyan Sultanate, you have only met him twice or thrice," I tried to say, and he looked away from me.

"I do not know," he muttered, and I inhaled deeply.

"I know it's difficult, but... Abhi, he will leave one day," I said, and he inhaled deeply. His eyes filled with tears.

"If he wants to leave. He can. I am not going to talk to him. He never listened to me. He only did whatever he wanted for me. He chose my Gurukuls, my education, and how long I would stay there, and he even made me the King. And, now he just wants to leave," he said, and I inhaled deeply, trying to sit up. Pushing my braid back, I placed one hand on my belly and the other to support me.

He immediately raised his voice a little.

"Why are you sitting up?" he asked, and I clenched my jaw.

He was insanely possessive about me. And I hated it sometimes.

 "I want to pee," I said and tried to shift to step down the bed.

"Wait!" he muttered, moving aside and standing before me. He held my hands and gently pushed me closer to the edge.

"I know, but he loves you so much, Abhi," I said, inhaling a deep breath. The moment I stood up, I felt the pain in my back. I placed my hands under my belly to support the weight. I looked horrible.

And I walked even worse. With my legs wide and step shorts.

"I know, Trisha, but"

"Abhi, he is not leaving you with his wishes but due to sickness," I tried to say, and he glared at me.

"Fine, I will not talk about it," I said, holding his hand as he walked down the stairs to the bathing room.

He stepped inside with me and stood behind me to take the overcoat off.

I could hardly squat down, and whenever I peed, my feet got dirty. And the irony was he had already seen worse than this. He had seen me vomit, pee in the bed because I could not hold it, and even cry for the whole night for literally no reason.

"I can manage," I tried to say, but he kept holding my hand and took me to the toilet. It was made with clay and mud and had hollowed space inside. After I was done, the attendees would throw a half bucket of soil inside to cover the smell and clean it with water.

The pressure increased as I looked at the seat, and before I could reach it, it broke, and I groaned with frustration. This was really embarrassing.

Why the hell was it this difficult?

"That's okay," he muttered and helped me walk to the seat. I inhaled deeply before squatting down. He kept holding my hand.

I closed my eyes, sitting there for a while as the pee came in installments.

"Done?" he asked, knowing what I had been going through.

And, it was his babies.

The irony is that he was proud of it. He liked that his children were healthy and active.

"Do not show me your proud smile," I said, trying to stand up, and he smiled.

"I am proud of you," he said, and I bit my lips before walking to the bucket to wash my feet and legs to clean up the transparent, watery mess.

"I know what you are proud of," I said, and after cleaning and rubbing off, I went back into the bedroom.

"It's evening now; you should better eat your fruits now," he suggested, and I nodded. I knew that eating was giving me nausea, but I loved my babies.

I wanted them healthy.

"Have you thought of any names?" he asked all of sudden as we both sat on the couch, and he began to peel the fruits for me.

I shook my head, laying back against the couch and moving my legs a little. My hands were constantly caressing my belly.

"I want Baapusa to name our babies. He will be happy to do that," I said, and he smiled and nodded.

"You care so much about his happiness," he said, and I scoffed.

"Of course, he is your father and my father-in-law," I said, and I noticed him leaning closer to feed me the sliced guava.

"I am sure two would not be enough for him. Three, four, at least ten will make him happy," he said, and I immediately glared at him.

"You are not serious," I said, chuckling, and he shook his head.

"No, I am loving this. Pregnant Trisha is the best Trisha. She loves me, she cares about me, and she does not scold me," he said, and I clenched my jaw.

"That does not mean I will stay pregnant half of my life to please you," I said, and he chuckled.

"Well, you can; I mean, I know how much you love me inside you," he said slowly, staring into my eyes, and I just felt butterflies in my stomach.

"You wish," I muttered, looking away and remembering the last time we did it. It was the same day when we got to know about my pregnancy, and after that, I began showing symptoms, and the babies hated their father close to their mother in that way. I know it because my desires and needs just vanished after that, and I began to feel an irk with him in that way.

"Aw, my Queen," he teased me, offering me another slice.

The babies liked the Guava and apples. They hated chapati and vegetables. Strangely, they did not like sweets either.

"And, what does this mean? Pregnant Trisha is the best Trisha? I always loved you and cared about you. When did I scold you?" I asked, and he chuckled.

"Seriously? Are we dealing with the memory loss now?" he asked, and I looked at him.

"Abhi, I always liked you; it's just that I feel hard to confess," I said, and he smiled, giving me another slice of fruit.

"Confess what?" he asked, and I inhaled deeply and frustratedly.

"That I love you," I said, and he knit his brows.

"You are saying that because you are pregnant and having mood swings," he said, and I clicked my tongue with frustration.

"I can say it now openly because I know you will not hurt me," I said, and he bit his lower lip.

"And, why are you in such an illusion?" he said, and my eyes immediately widened to look at him.

"Abhi," my voice lowered, and hearing him, tears appeared in my eyes.

"Aw, I am sorry, I was just joking. I will not," he said, laughing a little, and I pushed him away a little.

"I hate you," I muttered, and suddenly there was a loud knock on the door.

"Trisha," we heard Daadisa call, and I immediately looked around to find my overcoat.

"Ji, Ji, Daadisa," I replied and tried to stand up.

"Wait," he immediately replied and stood up to fetch my overcoat. She opened the door, and I immediately pulled my braid in front to hide my poking nipples.

"Daadisa," I said, and her smile vanished a little.

"Oh, you are resting, good," she muttered, walking closer to me. He came back, and I tried to stand up.

She smiled, seeing him help me wear the overcoat, and I quickly tied the knots.

"I am sorry, Daadisa. Went into the bathroom and—"

"I know, I have been through it," she said, taking the seat on the couch, and I sat down too.

"Congratulations, Abhinandan, for doing what you wanted to do," she said, smiling at me, and I smiled, too.

Honestly, I was proud of him. There was a time when everyone doubted if he would be able to put all the Kingdoms and states into one thread after the takeover.

But he did. He proved everyone wrong. Everyone.

"Thank you, Daadisa," he said and sat down on the other side beside her.

"I lived a really long life. My childhood, my adulthood as a Princess, then as a Queen, then Abhishree came, and I did not know I would see my Grandson conquering the World without a single drop of bloodshed and now his children," she said, looking back at me at the end and I nodded.

She used to come here at this time to ask about my health and feel the babies. Placing her hand on the belly, she tried to feel them, but as always, they turned calm.

"Why do they not react to me?" she asked, and I chuckled.

"You are their great-grandmother, Daadisa; they have some fear," I said, and she smiled.

"I do not want their fear. I will spoil them," she chuckled. I noticed him staring at me.

"You know, Abhi," she turned to look at him, "When you were in your mother's womb, you two also used to trouble her a lot. But, definitely not them. I think they are both boys," she said, and he lowered his gaze.

He wanted a girl, too.

"I am happy with whatever they are. They are my children, tiny little souls and really naughty," he chuckled at the end. I did not know why seeing him smile always made me feel happy. He loved his children already, and I did not know what he would do once they arrived. He would be proven the best father.

Pregnancy had changed a lot of things between us. We became best friends again, even better than before. Unlike before, the teasing and rants did not hurt us; they only brought us closer. I did not feel uncomfortable with him declaring his love for me or doing anything.

It was like I finally accepted us. I accepted that we were forever.

But I was scared about the delivery, and no matter what he said, he was scared about it, too. I did not want him to faint, or I would lose my strength. Unknowingly, his smile had become my strength and purpose in life. And, with time, I stopped worrying about others because I realized my true worth.

I was never made for anything but him. Our marriage was not forced; it was destined. His arrival in my life was not a mistake but a purpose. Standing beside him, helping people alongside him, and knowing what I could do filled me with a great sense of purpose.

The void had finally been filled.

The girl who was found in a pot under the earth, with no sense of purpose and motive in life, comfortable with anything to wear, to eat, to sleep, had vanished. And it was not only him but his family, too.

He was never immature. I felt too old to understand him. And, once I erased the age gap between us, we became one. Completely one.

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