Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

18 ~ Disease

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Abhinandan POV

I came back to my home, and the attendees near my chamber were surprised to see me drenched in a mere loincloth and a lady's shawl.

The silence around me felt more like a storm. The noise of thundering and rain was getting even more intense. And, amid this, I cared little about making the right decisions.

I lay on the bed, wetting the comforter and the mattress. I could not believe I had done everything to her a while before.

I looked at my hand, the one who broke the bangles in her hand. I immediately sat up. I felt something in my chest. I should not have done that. And, my lips.

I sucked on my lips. They were only an inch away from hers. She protested; she trembled before me. I could not believe it was me.

What happened to me?

What would she think about me? I did not think of touching her that way; I did not think of doing all that what I did.

What was wrong with me?

And, how in the seven hells I brought up the proposal of her marrying me. I did not decide before walking there. I only wanted to stop her. I did not want to marry anyone.

It was not the right time. A lot had happened to the Kingdom, and I could not believe I only wanted to marry her amid all of this.

The fear of losing her was making me insane. And it was growing deeper with each passing moment.

Knowing that she did not say 'Yes' made me feel weak in my bones. For the first time in my life, I wanted something, and it did not happen. Somewhere, it felt like a bigger failure than not being able to wage a war against Rudra.

And I could not believe she did not say 'yes' to me. I was a man of honour. I had never looked upon a girl's face, let alone touching her. I looked at my hand. I could still feel her waist on my skin. She was soft, softer than this bed ever felt.

Speaking of bed, I knew where she would be staying.

I immediately stood up, walked out of my chamber towards the garden, and looked at the Princess' chamber in the front. As I stepped closer, the soldiers standing outside looked at me with confused faces.

"Open it," I ordered, looking at the closed door.

They looked at each other, and one of them said, "Its keys are with the Queen only,"

I nodded, understanding, and then looked at the Sun. It was still time in the morning, and I had to wait until my Maasa woke up. I could not walk into her chamber, as my father would be there, too.

But my Daadisa sleeps alone.

I immediately walked towards her chamber and asked the attendees not to make any announcements. Walking inside, I found her sleeping peacefully and snoring.

I sighed deeply. She did not even tell me that it was Trisha in the temple.

But I needed to talk to her.

Stepping closer, I sat beside her on the edge of the bed and gently touched her hand. She shivered all of a sudden.

"Daadisa," I called, and she hummed.

"Maharaj, leave me a hand, it's inappropriate," she laughed, and I felt Ewwwwww.

How could she dream all of this at this age?