Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

17 ~ Marry me

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Trisha POV

"Aapke kehne par nahi karte vivah, Naa awashye keh dete parantu ab bhot der ho chuki hai, or hum vivah nahi karenge to kya karenge. Poore gaao me bahut badnami ho chuki hai hamari. Sab jaante hai ki hum apne ghar se vivaah ke kuch din poorv bhaag gaye the. Ab hum yaha kisi se drishti tak nahi mila paa rahe. Naa hamare pitaji humse baat karte, na Rudra Bhaisa, Ranvijay or Agastya yaha hai, or naa hi ab hum Ghaat par jaa sakte kisi se do baat karne or apni sakhiyo se milne, or aap... or aap to humse bass isliye rusht hai ki humne aapke pitaji ki baat ka maan rakha or unke kehne par aapko samjhane ka prayas kiya. Ab ye vivah hi hume swatantra ki anubhooti karata hai... kitne din tak hum ek gaaye ki tarah is kutiya me chup chaap rahe or chupte rahe un nazro se, jinki drishti me hum gir chuke hai, kitne din tak?"

"I would have denied marrying him as you wish, said the 'No', but it's too late now, and what will I do if not marrying? My name has already been tarnished throughout the village. Everyone knows I ran from home a few days before my wedding. Now, I cannot even meet anyone's gaze. Neither does my father speak to me nor Rudra Bhaisa. Ranvijay and Agastya are not here, and I cannot even go to the riverbank to have a conversation with anyone or meet my friends. And you... you are upset with me just because I respected your father's words and tried to persuade you at his behest. Now, this marriage is the only thing that makes me feel like I have a chance of freedom... for how many more days should I remain hidden in this hut like a cow, avoiding the eyes of those who look down upon me? For how many more days?" I tried to explain amid the dangerous closeness between us.

My heartbeats were audible, and the way his scent was caging me around him made me feel I would faint at any moment. I could not believe he came here only to make me deny the wedding with Shantanu.

The way I could feel his knuckles against my bare lower back, goosebumps appeared over my skin like the touch of butterflies.

I could hear his heavy breathing as he pressed his forehead against mine.

"Do not marry him, Trisha," he muttered against my face, and I slowly pulled my hand from his hold. My eyes blinked nervously as he gently placed his palm on the side of my waist. It was a mere touch, but I could feel the coldness and the water-wrinkled fingers.

"Then who?" I asked, and he slowly pulled me even closer. It was getting out of control. I could not comprehend his or my intentions, which were unclear to me now.

He remained silent, and I closed my eyes, feeling his lips coming closer to mine. I could feel his raspy breath on my mouth. Our noses collided, and I used the last ounce of my sanity and placed my trembling fingers on his lips while shaking my head.

It was wrong. It was way too dangerous. He was younger than me, a Prince, and I was his teacher's daughter. Our friendship was forbidden in the first place, and if any of this happened, I would become the culprit of society.

He would never be wrong. The royals are never wrong.

I tried to pull my face away from his despite his hand on my nape.

"Me," he said, and I stood frozen. "Marry me," he said in an almost inaudible voice, and I immediately pushed him away.

"No!" I shook my head.

"No, please leave," my fingers ran cold, and my feet stumbled as I turned around.

"No," I whispered to myself.

But, suddenly, he pulled me back with a strong force, and I shivered with fear.

"I am serious, Trisha. Marry me instead if marriage is the only thing you want now," he said, and I thinned my brows.