Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

27 ~ Dinner

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Trishalini POV

"Baisa, Yuvraj asked you to take his dinner into his tent," Meenakshi informed me, and I lowered my gaze to the plate I was setting up.

"Okay, you all should have dinner and rest well," I said, standing up to take the plate to Daadisa.

He did not marry me to be his actual wife. He only married me to be his child's mother. Why should I take his dinner to the tent?

Disregarding Meenakshi's words, I made my way into Daadisa's tent. There, I found her perched on the edge of the bed, her face etched with lines of wisdom. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

"Daadisa, shall I come in?" I asked, and she signalled before smiling at me. "Come in,"

I did and placed the plate before her. "Umm, it smells delicious," she said, and I smiled.

"I could not stop myself from taking the kitchen," I said, and she laughed a little. I thought that after the Pooja, I would ask you to cook something for everyone as the first kitchen ritual, but you already did for me," she said, and I smiled.

"Where is your plate?" she asked suddenly, and I gulped silently before shaking my head. "I am not really hungry," I said, and she knit her brows.

"Why? Is something wrong?" she asked, and I lowered my gaze.

"I never ate before my father. And I do not know how he is doing. I just do not feel like eating," I said, and she smiled weakly, looking at me. What if he was thinking the same? And do not worry; Kunwar Agastya is there until you visit him. He will be doing great," she said, and I nodded weakly.

"Here, take it," she said, tearing a bite for me, and I immediately shook my head. "No, no, Daadisa, you are the elder, and you must eat before me," I insisted to her more, and she shook her head, taking a bite.

"You are such a stubborn child," she said, and I sat with her until she ate. She told me about Yuvraj's childhood and his silent and arrogant personality. According to her, he never used to talk to anyone straightforwardly except his family. He was a frustrated child who did not like sunlight, wanted to eat salty food, and would deny sleeping if the bed sheet was not his favourite colour. He would not eat if dinner were not served on time.

When she told me about it, I lowered my gaze. He must be waiting for the food. But I was not that kind of wife.

I was a different kind of wife.

Also, I did not find it suitable to stand up until Daadisa finished eating and stopped telling me her stories.

"God bless you," she said, burping louder once she finished. "It was delicious that I could not stop," she added, and I chuckled a little.

"What? You did not think we could burp?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"Wait, see again," she said, burping even louder, and I burst into laughter.

"Hahahahah, Daadisa," I palmed my mouth, and she laughed with me.

"Alright, you should go now and see your husband. He must be going mad," she said, and my laughter vanished. Unwantedly, the moments of last night, when he touched my belly for a moment, crossed my brain. It was lightening.

I did not know what would happen tonight. He must be mad over what I did in the morning and what I did now. But I was mad, too. His sorries could not change anything. If he wanted to marry me, he could have told me earlier, given me a good reason. It was like I would deny it if he had talked to my father.