Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

12 ~ Yellow for Friendship

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Trisha POV

It had been days since my father, who used to talk to me every day, had a conversation with me—almost a few weeks.

A few weeks of being consumed by the relentless flames of guilt and regret.

The first regret that consumed my soul was the unspoken 'No' when Yuvraj Abhinandan extended his hand in friendship. It was a chance I allowed to slip through my fingers, a connection I could have denied, and a friendship that could never be turned into betrayal. A Prince and a commoner, destined to be strangers. I should have seen that, but I could not deny it.

My second regret was falling into the pit of sympathy by caring about an ill father, who happens to be a King, a provider for thousands of people for us. By helping him, I could help thousands of people indirectly. But I should have denied him and let him do everything by himself. But I just could not.

My third regret was disregarding my father's warnings when he tried to dissuade me from aiding the King. He repeatedly cautioned me not to intervene for him or the Prince. But I turned a deaf ear, torn between my loyalty to my father and my desire to prevent a son from losing his father, as I knew the pain of such a loss.

My first guilt was hiding my meeting with the King from Yuvraj Abhinandan. I thought he would never talk to me if he knew.

My second guilt was betraying him and breaking his trust in our friendship. But it hurt me after listening to what he thought about me.

Money, motive, seducing.

The tears rolled down my cheeks.

And, for all of this, I paid the price by hurting my father. He expected much from me. After knowing that I ran away behind his back, he lost his trust in me.

His eyes showed shame for me, only the hurry to wed me off.

I wanted to die. It was too much of hate for me. I could not digest it.

Nothing was feeling good, right and happy despite everyone around me being cheerful and happily awaiting my wedding.

I felt nothing for it.

I only wanted to talk to my father like before. I only wanted him. I should have listened to him. He was always right.

I stayed inside since the day I last talked to Yuvraj.

My father ran through the streets asking for me that day; his eyes held tears while he searched for me. I could not meet his eyes or anyone's after that.

Everyone knew I ran from my house without telling him.

I did not dare to speak a single word.

And, he had to lie that I was having a stir of emotions and went to the temple.

Even my fiance learned about it, and he came to meet me the other day and asked me what happened.

But I had nothing to say but apologise.

I tried to apologise to my father a hundred times, but he would nod and walk away each time.

It was killing me.

I lay crying silently under my comforter. There were only a few days left for my wedding, and God knew when I would return.

I wanted to see my father happy.

I did not know about Yuvraj. I felt terrible for him, but a part of me was not ready to see him again. I would die alone rather than show my face to him.