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Abhinandan POV

The visuals of Trisha's birth woke me up suddenly with a jerk. My heartbeats raced, and I immediately looked at her. She was sleeping peacefully with her hand on both the babies.

In the middle of the chilly night, I felt the sweat breaking on my forehead.

Inhaling a deep breath, I moved away silently and stepped down from the bed. I kept my feet light so as not to wake any of them up.

Parting the curtains, I silently stepped down the stairs and reached the table for a glass of water.

Suddenly, I heard the light sound of the baby's coo.

I immediately turned back.

No, she slept after a great deal of difficulty.

When he cooed again, I quickly placed the glass down and walked towards the bed.

The babies were three weeks older now. And slowly turning into their womb self. Naughty.

Parting the curtains, I immediately smiled, noticing both of them awake.

They did not cry.

"What happened?" I asked in a low and cute voice, slowly approaching closer.

"Have you noticed me leaving you?" I asked as I lay beside them. They tried to pull their hands out of the tugged blanket, and I gently patted them.

Suddenly, Trisha inhaled deeply in her sleep, and my eyes widened with fear.

I did not want her to wake up. She was hardly sleeping.

"Uhhuh," the baby cooed again when I turned my gaze back to him. He calmed down and smiled.

Their smile was beautiful.

"Want to come to my chest?" I asked in a low voice, and they began to move their feet and hands even faster.

I smiled and slowly moved them to my chest. Their umbilical cord had fallen off a few days ago. I placed them on their stomachs on my chest, and as soon as my naked body began to feel warm to them, they calmed down.

I covered them with the blankets and gently began to caress their tiny backs.

I just could not stop myself from kissing their tiny heads.

After meeting Trisha, I never thought that I would be able to love someone more than her. Not exactly more than her, but yes, a lot.

There were different kinds of love for them.

The babies went to sleep within a few moments. Apart from being naughty, they were heavy sleepers.

They had only three things to do.

Drink their mother's milk.

Poop

And sleep.

I did not know if they knew me or not. People say that babies cannot even see clearly for nearly a month. That meant they only knew my voice and touch.

Still, they knew me enough.

With a smile on my lips, I put them silently carefully in their places to let them sleep. And, looked at my life.

Her face had turned slightly pale, and her lips had lost their tint, so I immediately moved my hand closer to her cheek.

She was cold.

She was having feverish chills.

She weakened a lot after childbirth, and this approaching winter was making it more difficult.

I sat up slowly and stepped down the bed to walk to her side. There was enough space for me beside her.

As I slowly slipped under the blanket, she opened her eyes. She blinked silently, looking at me, and inhaled deeply, shifting to face me.

I took my finger closer to her overcoat and pulled the strings open to bare her chest. She had an inner between us.

I pulled her closer and wrapped my arm around her tightly, sending the warmth of my chest to her.

She could not afford to have a fever or cold. The babies' health depended on her. And, if she fell sick, they would, too.

As she slowly fell back to sleep, I noticed the babies move a little.

I immediately stretched my arm under Trisha's head and gently tapped the baby.

"Sh! Calm down," I muttered, and they fell asleep.

I could not sleep, so I took care of all of them until the first light of the day peaked in. Then, I closed my eyes for a while until the attendees walked in to begin their daily chores.

Trisha inhaled deeply, noticing the noise of anklets, and tried to sit up.

The small sections of her hair fell over his face, and I inhaled deeply, seeing her beautiful morning face. She smiled, looking at me, and tucked her hair behind her ear.

Turning back, she noticed the babies sleeping and looked back at me. I shifted on my back and stared deeply into her eyes.

Lowering her gaze, she tied her overcoat over her chest and looked up at me. Leaning closer slowly, she pecked my lips and muttered in a low voice.

"Good morning, Maharaj. " Her voice made me smile, and I pulled my knee up before sitting up. As I leaned in closer to her, she pulled back and lay back against my knee.

"Good morning, Maharani," I replied and leaned in closer to kiss her for a moment. She flinched a little with the morning touch.

"Do you not feel disgusted with me? I smell like milk and babies' toilet," she muttered in a low voice, and I shook my head.

"You smell like my babies," I muttered and kissed her cheek. She shrunk in timidly and chuckled while gently pushing me away.

"Hum aate hai,"

"I will be back," she said, stepping down from the bed to do her morning business. I lay back and gently caressed the babies.

On their sixth day, a small feast was thrown. All our close relatives came, and pooja happened. Baapusa was very happy now. He named the babies by himself.

The one with the red holy thread was named Yashvardhan Mahabalesh, signifying to bring the new heights of glory.

The one with the yellow holy thread was named Harshvardhan Mahabalesh, which means to bring new reasons for happiness.

Without each other, they were incomplete.

Trisha came back in some time, and I noticed her parting the curtains to let the brightness fall over us.

Her hair was open, and the moment she turned back and ordered, "Ekaant," I could not help but remember her initial days in the Kingdom.

She was comfortable now.

The attendees walked out, and she looked back at me while tying her hair in a bun.

"Baapusa ka swasthya kesa hai?"

"How is Baapusa's health?" she asked, sitting on the bed and pulling the blanket aside from Yash.

"Thik hai, bass kuch yaad nahi rehta,"

"Good, but he does not remember anything," I replied, and she looked up at me.

"I am worried for him," she muttered, gulping nervously.

She had not met him since she got pregnant. She felt too shy to do it.

"Why do you not go and see him?" I asked, and she smiled weakly, shaking her head.

"I feel shy. I call him father, and I do not know. It does not feel good," she said, and I chuckled.

"He will not judge you," I said, and she smiled, pulling the baby in her lap.

"I will meet him," she said and untied the baby's cloth wrapped around his hips. As she opened it, the baby stretched his arms and feet.

"He feels so good when you do that," I said, and she smiled.

Finding him clean, she caressed his legs and belly before undoing her overcoat over her breast to feed him.

The baby immediately began suckling, and I shifted closer to tease him.

Taking my finger closer, I touched her breast and gently pulled it up to make the nipple come out of his mouth.

He immediately turned to look at me. His eyes were wide open, and Trisha immediately pushed my hand away.

"Abhi, pareshaan mat kijiye,"

"Abhi, do not bother him," she said and caressed his face to feed him again.

She fed him and then put him back to sleep. Trisha was so good with them. After feeding them, she made them burp as well.

"You do not have to go to the meeting today?" she asked, and I straightened up a little, sighing lazily.

"Not feeling like going," I muttered, and she smiled, walking towards the side table and picking up a plate the attendees had put in recently.

It had the baby's oil, warm water, and cotton clothes.

"You are giving them a bath today?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Ji,"

A smile appeared on my face.

"I want to see," I said, and she smiled.

"Did you listen, Harsh, Yash? Your father wants to see you take the bath," she said, and as she unwrapped the baby from the clothes, he cooed.

I smiled, seeing him.

She applied the oil on her palms, gently rubbed them together, and leaned in to tickle the baby gently.

She tried to touch her face when she began to apply the oil on his body. She stretched his arms, feet, and neck and turned him on his belly. He let out the comforting noise as she massaged his back and hips.

I could see it for the whole day without even moving an inch.

"Abhi," Trisha muttered, and I looked at her.

"hn?" I asked.

"You love them so much. What can you do for them?" she asked, and I knit my brows with confusion for a few moments.

"Anything and everything," I said, and she stopped suddenly and looked at me.

"The children whose parents are ready to do anything and everything for them are really lucky ones. But, sometimes, it feels way too powerful for the children. It feels like their intention is wrong. But it is not like that. It's just they want their children to be happy," she said, and I lowered my gaze silently.

"Abhi, your father also wanted the same things for you. His methods could be wrong, but his intentions were not. For the sake of his well-being and yours, you have to forgive him,"

"No," I immediately interrupted, "I cannot," I added, looking away.

"He never behaved like a father to me. He was always the King," I tried to say, and she immediately shook her head.

"Abhi, you are just being way too stubborn with your beliefs. Hurting ourselves by constantly reminding us of the painful moments is no gracious thing to do. You tell me, if you were in your father's place, what you have done?" she asked, and I looked away, clenching my jaw.

"Do not try to ignore my question. I am not a newlywed bride now. I am a mother of your children and your wife. I have all the right to ask you these questions," she said, and I closed my eyes.

"I know, Trisha," I muttered, sighing deeply.

"I do not know what I would have done. But,"

"Abhi, you would have done something like he has done," she cut me off, and I laid back, palming my face.

"Maybe," I muttered, and I heard the babies cry a little.

I immediately looked at them.

"He pooped," she said, referring to Harsh, and I sat up.

"Wait! Let me do that," I said, and she knit her brows.

"You will do that?" she asked, and I smiled.

"Why? Cannot I?" I asked, and she chuckled.

"Do make me love you more than I already do," she said, and I laughed a little while cleaning Harsh.

"Be light with your hands," she said, and I nodded.

"What is happening?" suddenly, Daadisa's voice caught our attention, and we both looked at her, walking in with Maasa.

Trisha stood from the bed and stepped down the stairs to touch their feet.

"How many times have we told you not to stand up when you are with babies?" Daadisa scolded her with love, and I smiled.

"I was just sitting with them," Trisha said, and I wrapped a fresh cloth around Yash's hips.

"Where are my Harsh and Yash?" Daadisa asked and stepped up to sit on the bed. Maasa smiled, looking at me, and sat down as well.

"What are you doing? My baby. Getting massage? Hn?" Daadisa asked, taking him in her arms, and I gave Yash to Maasa.

Despite having all the happiness with me, I felt a storage emptiness in my heart. I wanted to be happy all the time, but I did not feel happy much.

Because a part of me knew that any day could be the darkest day of my life.

I woke up with this fear, and I could not really sleep much, being frightened.

The days kept passing, and slowly and gradually, the fear only increased.

One day, I took Harsh and Yash to Baapusa, and he just started crying and looking at me.

"Abhi," he said, calling my mother.

"Abhi, see, Nandani is crying, and Abhinandan is laughing," he said, and just by hearing it, my heart broke into pieces.

"Baapusa, I am here," I tried to say, and he just blankly lifted his gaze to me and asked.

"Who are you? Where is Abhi?" his words were piercing me and causing me pain more than I could bear.

"Raj?" My Maasa said and came closer to him.

"He is Abhinandan, and they are your grandchildren—Harsh and Yash," she explained, and he stared at her in disbelief.

"My grandchildren?" he chuckled and looked down at the babies in his hand.

"Oh!" he muttered after a few moments of silence.

My heartfelt, insanely heavy, unable to bear the weight of reality.

It was so soon. It should not be happening.

He promised us that we would be better after seeing his grandchildren, but now he does not even remember that he wanted it.

All he remembered was about Maasa.

Six more weeks passed, and I felt broken bit by bit—day by day.

Trisha was right. The more I thought about it, the more I felt guilty about the mistakes I made. I knew I was right, but my way of showing anger towards my family was not correct. By cutting ties with them, I forced my father to reach out to them in other ways.

Indirectly, I brought that up on my own.

I could not sleep the whole night.

"What happened?" Trisha asked, hearing me move, and I palmed my face.

"I cannot sleep. I am not feeling well," I said and sat up. I had wanted to sleep for so many days, but whenever I lay down, only the memories would worry me.

"Why? Should I call the physician?" Trisha asked, stepping down from the bed and walking towards my side. Her hand caressed my shoulder, and I shook my head.

"Abhi, what happened?" she asked, and I sighed deeply.

"I am scared, Trisha," I could not stop myself.

"I feel like I will lose everything. I am losing everything. I cannot focus on the work; I cannot stop thinking about it,"

"Abhi," she muttered and sat down in front of me before hugging me tightly.

"Abhi, just tell him whatever you want to say," she said, and I inhaled deeply.

"He does not even recognize me anymore, Trisha. I cannot see it," I tried to say, and she cupped my cheek.

"Abhi," her gaze stared into mine, and I felt like breaking any moment.

"I want to see him," I said, standing up and almost running to his chamber. I knew this was not the right time. I should not go there in the middle of the night.

But I could not stop myself.

"Maharaj!" suddenly, an attendee came running to me, and I knit my brows in confusion.

"Bade Maharaj," he said and stopped.

My heart raced, and I immediately hurried my steps toward the chamber.

There was a havoc here.

"Abhi!" Maasa screamed at the top of her lungs, and I immediately ran towards his bed.

"Maasa," I exclaimed, and the moment my sight fell on Baapusa, my heart beats stopped.

He was breathing heavily, and I immediately sat closer to him, holding his hand so I could rub it faster.

"What is happening?" I asked, looking around and noticing the physicians running to us.

"Baapusa," I exclaimed.

"Baapusa!" my voice broke.

"Baapusa, open your eyes," I tried to say, seeing him inhaling deeply. His hands were shivering; tears rolled his eyes.

"Raj!" I heard Daadisa scream and run to us.

"Baapusa, open your eyes. Look at me. I want to talk to you. I am so sorry, I am sor-"

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