Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

7 ~ Her Apology

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Abhinandan POV

I woke up to a slight noise. The first thing I noticed was her leaving with my clothes.

What was she doing?

I silently stood up from the mattress and walked out of the Ashram. She was leaving.

Where was she going at such an early morning?

I looked around to find Guruji. He was not there either.

Was she okay?

I silently began following her, and the moment my sight fell on her as I turned towards the River's Ghat, I took a breath of release.

She came here to wash her clothes. I chuckled. I thought she was up to something.

I did not know what happened to trusting her for a moment.

I was foolish.

I turned around and headed back towards the Ashram. It was best to leave for the Kingdom now. The attendees would be waiting for me.

Well, I hoped that I had said that my family would be waiting.

They must be busy welcoming their Son-in-law.

Suddenly, my sight fell on two men turning towards the river.

Where the hell were they going?

I felt suspicious of them and began following them.

They walked past the washing Ghat, and I felt even more suspicious of them.

They turned to a side, and going near them, I realised they were watching a woman take a bath.

My blood boiled, but when I realised who this woman was, my hand lifted and landed on one's ear.

Another loud slap followed, and they began crying. They were young teenage boys.

My hand immediately lowered to my knife, but they began begging.

I slapped them again and warmed them, never to come back here again.

I tried to convince Trisha to walk back home with me, but she refused.

I did not understand her problem. How could she be so calm after knowing two men were watching her?

I felt even more angrier about her.

This was not done. I left her with the other ladies and came back to the Ashram.

But, the thought of her sitting there on the stone, covered in the Multani, while her bathing clothes were damp, her hair was long, longer than her braid, and she was sparkling like a dim light in the first sunlight.

It was beautiful.

I could not settle the thought of anyone watching her with lusty eyes.

Trisha and lust could never come in one sentence, not for anyone, no one.

I sighed deeply and could not stop myself from riding to Pratapgarh and ordering the labourers there, who were busy in the slight repair of a few chambers, to come with me, dig a well, and construct a bathroom near her home.

She looked angry with my actions.

But I care less.

I was determined to construct the washing facility for her. I could not bear that she was half-dressed in front of any man, even in front of me.

She was a highly dignified woman in my sight. She was meant to be a sage. Nobody could lay an evil eye on her.

I did not care whether she and Guruji liked it or not.