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Trishalini POV

I felt him kiss my head and stood frozen, inhaling his mild fragrance. It felt like ages to feel him like this. The warm and hard chest beneath my face, the slow and steady heartbeats, the comforting hands around me, and the regret of raising my hand on him.

He was still my sixteen-year-old year, my first friend, and never in my dreams had I thought I would hurt him like this.

It felt like I broke that friendship line with that anger. I did not want to do it, but something took over me, and I could not control it.

It was not like I did not like him holding my hand, but at that moment, it just did not feel right.

I could not stop clutching my hands on his kurta, pressing my cheeks harder into his chest.

He was not entirely wrong. I knew how he was and did not know when I left such a big gap between us.

Maybe it was because it was who I was since childhood.

I had never tried keeping someone close to me, not even my friends.

I did not know why I did not make any effort.

I felt it was my older life and did not feel like making any effort. I forgot that we were married, and being married was not a one-year or two-year job but a lifetime companionship.

Why did I give up so easily on him?

My heartbeats slowed down with each passing moment, and my tears stopped.

I knew we were not the best. Before everything happened, we did not even fall in love entirely, and a part of me never completely accepted him, either.

A part of me never got over the fact that he was younger than me. And I did not know why the feeling had never settled before today.

I felt he was still a boy until today when he raised his voice on me and went away from me like that.

A string of my heart broke.

He was not entirely wrong, and he was right; whatever happened before was our mistake, but the pain we were suffering now was only mine.

He always loved me, respected me, and cared about me, and I did not know why I did not give him the same ever.

I felt I was good at handling responsibilities, and I just focused on that.

Or maybe I did not have enough trust in him that he would manage, too.

Why was I so focused on his bad habits that I did not allow him to change?

"I am sorry," he breathed over my head, and I opened my eyes a little and closed tightly before hugging him tightly.

He caressed my head gently and asked.

"Trisha, what happened?" his voice came out slow and slightly shaky.

But I never wanted to lose him, even in my worst dreams. He was young, he was depressed, and he was not in his right state of mind. I just wanted to protect him. Though, I did not know he would swear such a thing.

Suddenly, he tightened his hold around me and lifted me, and I immediately snaked my arms around his neck. Our cheeks brushed against each other, and the noise of my jewelry tickles rang in my ears.

I fisted his hair, promising never to push him away.

He was precious to me.

It was so precious that I did not even think twice before putting everything at stake. I did not know how to give sweet talks or convey my feelings, but I knew how to move the mountains for my loved ones.

After my father, I loved him everything.

And, now, I only love him.

For days, I was scared, wondering how he would react after knowing that he was my father. I was ashamed of telling him, too.

I felt him step into my bed chamber, and suddenly, my dupatta slipped down my head as he sat down on the couch, pulling my legs to one side.

I felt his hanging hand brushing against my feet mistakenly.

"Trisha, I am so sorry. I promise I will never hurt you again. I know I could not win your trust. But now I am a father, I know how to think before acting. I promise. I am sorry. I am sorry, love. Please talk to me," he muttered, and I hugged him even tighter.

My hair fell to a side, and I felt him placing his hand on my back over my almost naked blouse.

He must have felt the tight strings as he gently moved his hand away and pressed his lips to the base of my neck.

"At least, tell me what happened?" he asked in a low voice, and I felt his breath tickle against my skin.

I inhaled profoundly, remembering the moment I slapped him. I really did not want to.

It made me feel ashamed of myself.

Pulling back slowly, I found him looking into my eyes. My hand glided from his nape to his cheek, and I leaned to press my lips against his cheek, kissing the place I touched him angrily.

He never even stared at me with lust, and I slapped him.

His eyes fell closed as I kissed his cheek. And I felt his hand on my feet, cupping my ankle. His fingers tickled my heavy anklets.

"I'm sorry. I really am," he muttered in a low and soft voice, and I could not stop myself from hugging him again and rubbing his cheek with mine.

I felt him curling his palm around the side of my midriff and pulling me closer to him.

"Trisha, aap theek to hai na?"

"Trisha, are you okay?" he asked in a low voice, and I gulped, breathing deeply.

"Humse galti ho gayi. Hum haath nahi uthana chahte the,"

"I have made a mistake. I did not want to raise my hand," I muttered in a breaking voice, and tears rolled down my cheeks.

He pulled his other hand up to my head from ankles and muttered.

"I know. I know. You can punish me as much as you can. I will not feel bad. I am just scared of losing you unless you want to go away from me," his voice came out slow, and I tightened my arms around his head.

"I do not want to go anywhere," I muttered and felt him caressing my head.

"Then, do not feel bad, please. I can get as many slaps as you want to offer, but I am scared of you walking away from me. It just breaks me. It makes me feel unworthy of you. And, I do not have the capability to keep you close to you against your wish. I just could not, I cannot, and I never will," he breathed and pressed his lips into my ear, "You are way too precious to me, Trisha," he breathed, and I felt my Jhumkis tickle with his breath.

A shiver ran down my spine, and I opened my dizzy eyes.

"You do not understand how much I love you that I hate whoever keeps us apart," he muttered, and I blinked silently, feeling his hand pulling my hair aside and cupping my neck.

My heartbeats raced, but I felt too lazy to move.

Suddenly, my breath hitched when I felt him pulling the knot of my necklace. I closed my eyes, tightening my fingers on his kurta.

"Do not ever dare to become the Queen, Trisha, until your Samrat is alive," he breathed, and I felt him strip the necklace off my neck.

I pulled back a little but did not dare to lift my gaze. My gaze fixated on his neck, and my rose ring tickled my parted lips.

My eyes blinked nervously when I felt him place the tips of his fingers under my jaw. My neck arched a little when he brushed his fingers on my neck from my jaw to the base of my neck.

I inhaled deeply when I felt him lean into my neck and kiss it.

My eyes fell closed for a moment. Nothing came from my mouth, and I sat frozen and entangled in his arms.

Way too awestruck and deprived of his touch.

His lips felt warm, way too soft and wet.

My eyes blinked, staring blankly at the bed when I parted his lips and pressed them against my neck. My lashes forced close, feeling a shiver erupt from my neck as his teeth gently brushed against my skin.

He pulled me closer, sucking senselessly on my neck, and when a few hair strands stuck on my neck, he pulled them away with his long fingers.

And suddenly, my lips parted with a deep inhale when I felt his tongue lick my neck.

It felt as if he was erasing all the marks of the blade from my neck.

I tried to pull back, unable to settle down my feelings, but he placed his hand on my nape and sucked my neck even harsher.

My heart raced, and I closed my eyes, feeling the strings on my skin.

It was raw, very unlikely of him.

He sucked below my jaw, slowly slipping down to my collarbones, and when the right side of my neck was covered with the warmness of his mouth, he gently pulled me back for a moment and placed his lips on the other side.

My dupatta slipped off my shoulders, leaving me just in my tight blouse in front of him.

I closed my eyes as my hair stuck in his mouth. He immediately pulled them away, and the moment he rolled them around his wrist, my head arched a little backward, giving him all access to my neck.

His hunger was calming down. He kept sucking every inch of my neck, from left to right, making himself breathless, and suddenly, he slowed down and touched my neck with his fingers and stared lovingly before looking into my eyes.

A silent tear escaped my eyes, unable to explain what I felt then.

He lowered his gaze back to my neck and gently kissed the middle of it slowly. I gulped and felt his finger trace the bone moving in my neck.

I closed my eyes, feeling his ragged breath on my neck.

He pulled back slowly, and I saw into his slightly red eyes. He lowered his gaze to my lips and the way he stared and looked up into my eyes, my heart skipped a few beats.

He left my hair, and my lips trembled when he brought his fingers closer to pull my nosering out.

I shook my head very slightly, unable to put anything into words. And, he gulped, looking into my eyes. Taking his fingers away, he leaned in to kiss my cheek, and I closed my eyes.

He wrapped his hand around my shoulder and pulled me closer. Our foreheads touched, and I felt him touch my arm from my shoulder to my palm, gently intertwining our fingers and bringing them closer to his mouth to kiss.

I noticed a tear roll down his cheek, and I immediately closed my eyes, unable to see him crying.

Untangling our hands, he caressed my arm from my wrist to the bicep, tickling my handful of bangles before cupping my bicep and taking it closer to kiss.

His lips glided down to my elbow, upwards to my wrist, being careful enough when my bangles came in contact and kissed my Mahavar-inked hands.

Kissing my palm, he placed my hand on his cheek and rubbed it gently against his trimmed beard.

I felt a slight tickle, bringing a slight smile to my lips.

"Bache aane wale honge,"

"Kids must be coming back," I muttered in a low voice. He kissed my wrist deeply as I gently pulled my dupatta up to my shoulder and slowly moved off his lap.

He gulped, looking up into my eyes, as I stood on my feet, tucked the end of my dupatta in the side of my skirt, and brushed my fingers in my hair.

"Kabhi to aap baal khule rakhti nahi, aaj jaan boojh kar chhode hai,"

"You never keep your hair open; you did it deliberately today," he said in a low voice, and I lowered my gaze to correct my nose ring and shook my head slowly.

"Maasa ne aapki jeet ki khushi me Mehal me Pooja rakhne ke liye bola hai,"

"Maasa has asked to hold a prayer ceremony in the palace to celebrate your victory," I said, leaning in to pick up the necklace beside him. But he held my hand, kissed my knuckles, and shook his head.

"Man to nahi hai,"

"I do not feel like it," he said, and I pulled my hand off his hold and straightened up to walk to the dressing room.

I felt him following him.

"Karane dijiye, Agastya ke vivah se koi badi Pooja or jashn nahi hua hai Mehal me,"

"Let it happen. No grand prayer or celebration has occurred in the palace since Agastya's wedding," I said, opening the dressing room's door and walking towards the mirror.

And the moment I stood before the mirror, I gasped, noticing my neck.

My fingers immediately touched it, and I noticed the red bruises on it.

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me.

I gulped silently, noticing him placing his chin on my shoulder.

"Sorry, I got out of control," he muttered, kissing the side of my neck, and I inhaled deeply.

"Yash or Harsh dekh lenge to jaan kha jaenge. Maasa ye kya hua, kese hua, kyu hua, kisne kiya, talwar lekar chhad jaenge aap par. Bache hai, Abhi or bade ho rahe hai. Aapko dhyan rakhna chahiye na,"

"Yash and Harsh will lose it if they find out. They'll be all over you, asking, 'Maasa, what happened, how did it happen, why, who did it?' And then they'll grab their swords and come after you. They're kids, Abhi, but they're growing up. You should be more careful, right?" I said, and he brought his hand up to my chin and lifted my face slightly to see it in the mirror.

"Itna nahi pata chal raha. Doodh to chhoot nahi raha unse, kaakh bade ho rahe hai,"

"They're not even off their milk yet, and you think they're growing up?" he said, and I glared at him through the mirror.

"Aapko sakhti se mana karna chahiye,"

"You know you should be strict about it. Just say 'No,'" he said, and I lowered my gaze, replying in a low voice.

"Ab doodh utarta hai to kya kare. Kapde kharab hone se acha hai unke pate me chala jaenge,"

"Well, if the milk's coming, what can I do? Better it goes in their stomachs than ruins my clothes," I said, and he took the necklace from my hand and placed it on my neck.

"They are five now, Trisha," he said, pushing his hand inside my dupatta and tying the necklace. "You should be strict with them," he added and pulled his hand out.

"I try," I said and inhaled deeply when he kissed my jaw.

"Jiji pehli baar aayi hai Yuvraj Aditya ke hone ke baad. Kya kya uphaar dene hai?"

"Jiji came for the first time with Yuvraj Aditya; what shall we give?" I asked, and he straightened up, walked around, and leaned back on the dressing table.

"Maasa bataengi. Ye to pata nahi hai. Magar pehle uski Rasam ki taiyaari karni hai. Hum baat karte hai Maasa se,"

"Maasa will tell. I don't know this. But first, we need to prepare for the ceremony. I will talk to Maasa," he said, and I nodded.

"Or we can do one thing. We can invite all the relatives for both: the winning ceremony and her Pehli Pihar," I suggested, and he knitted his brows and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I have to tell you something," he said, and I stepped closer and touched his chest.

"What happened?" I asked.

"The King of Singarh told me that he was not alone. All the Kings were with him. It was like he planned all of it, but everyone was ready to cast their votes against me. They are so raged up after our wedding," he said, and I lowered my gaze.

"I do not know, but I feel worried about Yash and Harsh. I do not want them to be cast aside from the northern Hind. I cannot stop thinking about it. And I do not know what to do," he added, and I looked up at him.

"It's because of me, right?" I said, and he clicked his tongue, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer.

"Are you mad? It's because they are so stuck up on blood rather than talent. It's like they do not want to loosen their power over the old customs and traditions," he said, and I placed my hands on his chest and asked.

"Do you think they will plan something?"

He looked into my eyes and shook his head.

"They know that their plan failed, and I know everything. They would think I was already prepared, so they would not do anything. But, yes, I am worried for the Kids. They are growing old, and I do not want them to spend their teenage years in fear," he said, and I smiled weakly.

"They would not," I said, and suddenly.

"Maasa,"

"Maasaaaa, we are back,"

We both chuckled, looking at each other.

"Chalo Maasa, dekho apne bacho ki kartoote,"

"Let's go, Maasa, see your children's deeds," he teased me, and I stepped back before walking away.

"Maasa, Baapusa," they both walked in, almost jumping and running to hug me.

"What happened?" Abhi asked, holding Yash's hand while I took Harsh's to walk them back to the bed chamber.

"Daadisa has asked us to sleep with her and Badi Daadisa. She said that she is missing us," Harsh said, and I knit my brows.

"What?" I asked, and Yash's voice caught my attention.

"Yes, so we will sleep with her and Badi Daadisa tonight. Get us ready on time, Maasa," he said and looked at his father.

"And, Baapusa, I know you need a whole bed alone to sleep, but can you sleep with Maasa to take care of her? Harsh and I are going to sleep with Daadisa and Badi Daadisa in their chamber," he said, and suddenly, Harsh said as we both stepped into the bed chamber.

"Please, Baapusa. She promised us five stories. I want to listen about Daadusa, too. She told us about him. She said he loved us a lot," he said, and Abhi smiled.

"Of course. He loved both of you more than anything. You two were his breaths," he said, and Harsh turned timid.

They both sat on the couch, and I asked the attendees to bring milk and nuts for them.

"Where is he now? I asked Daadisa, but she got upset," Yash asked. Abhi sat down with him and pushed his hair back.

"He is in heaven enjoying the fine drink and food and looking at both of you growing up," he said, giggling.

"Does he see us taking a bath as well?" Harsh asked, widening his eyes, and Abhi shook his head.

"No, because when you take a bath. He also takes a bath. He stays busy, na," Abhi replied, and their evening snack came.

I checked the temperature of their milk and tasted both glasses, and Harsh immediately stepped down.

"No, Maasa, not this, Bubbu, please," he said, and I held his hand while blowing the milk to cool it down.

"First this," I said, and Abhi said.

"See, Yash is a good boy. He will drink first,"

And Yash immediately looked up at him.

"No, I will not. Who said that?" he asked, and Abhi cooled down milk for him and handed it to him.

"Come on, baby, good boys, drink milk," he said and kissed his head.

"I will also drink with Baapusa's hand," Harsh said. He walked towards him, and I handed Abhi the glass.

He pulled him in his lap and pushed his hair away from his eyes, too.

"Get ready in the morning tomorrow for a haircut. When you train in the sand, your hair should be short to escape lice and dirt," he said. Harsh took the glass from him, and both of them finished their glasses.

"Now, a little bit of Bubbu," Yash said, placing the glass on the table and coming closer to me. Placing his tiny hand on my breast, he looked at me with puppy eyes.

I looked up to notice Abhi giving me a look, and I touched my breast to feel the heaviness.

I did not know, but I could not deny them.

"Only a little," I said, and sat back and took my hand back to find the knot of my blouse. Suddenly, I felt Abhi's hand on my back to pull the lowest string.

He loosened it, and I pulled Yash in my lap and bared my breast.

He placed one leg on the couch headrest and the other on the armrest.

He began to suckle and looked at his father, rubbing Harsh's back gently.

"Is it coming?" I asked, and he left my nipple and opened his mouth to show the milk. I chuckled and slapped his cheek, and muttered.

"It will get them cut tomorrow. And, then, no milk,"

He immediately cupped my breast with his tiny hand and shook his head.

I looked at Harsh staring at me. I held Yash and turned his body to the other side. He placed his feet on Abhi's lap, and I held Harsh in my hand, too. Laying him to the other side, I bared my other breast for him, and he silently began to suckle.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly, Harsh pulled back and touched my neck.

"What happened to your neck, Maasa?" he asked, and I gulped and shook my head.

"Nothing. I got some scratches on the necklace," I said, and he nodded before getting back to it.

After suckling for a few moments, Yash pulled back.

"Finished," he said, pulled my blouse down, and sat up to sit on his father's lap.

"Baapusa, will you also get a haircut?" he asked, and I noticed Harsh falling asleep.

"Baby, are you feeling sleepy?" I asked, caressing his head, and he blinked.

"Is not it finished?" I asked, and he pulled and nodded.

I pushed my blouse down, pulled him in my arms, and stood up to put him to sleep.

"Yash," I called him out, and he replied.

"Ji, Maasa,"

"Come, baby, let's sleep for a while, and then you have to do homework, no?" I asked and looked at Abhi, who was bringing him to me in his arms.

Seeing Harsh falling asleep, he yawned, and Abhi put him to sleep, too, beside his brother.

"Maasa, Baapusa, will you stay away from each other again?" he asked in his sleepy voice, and my heartbeat stopped for a moment before I shook my head.

"We do not stay away, baby. We stay together," I said, and Abhi patted his chest before he fell asleep.

I looked up at Abhi, only to find him staring at me.

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