Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

29 ~ Mere Touching

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Trishalini POV

I felt his fingers touching my feet. I tried to pull my toes out of his hold, but he looked determined.

And, speaking of determination, I could not help but notice his desperation to know what was bothering me.

Truthfully, I was in a constant battle with myself. I couldn't quite grasp what was bothering me. It felt like I was entangled in a web of his expectations, unable to break free. The thought that he married me for his father's sake was a heavy burden, making me feel like I was just a means to fulfil his desires.

I was just a way to bring his child into the world—nothing more and nothing less.

Remembering it, I tried to pull my feet back again, but suddenly, he lifted his gaze and glared at me. I could see the slight anger on his face.

"You do not have to do this. I'm fine. This is not your problem," I asserted, and he averted his gaze.

"Everything related to you is only my concern, Trisha," he said, and I looked away. The thunder of emotions caged me, the brutal reminder that the foundation of our marriage was revenge and punishment. And, he must never cross that. Neither should I.

I knew his family was welcoming and good to me. But they were mostly doing it to keep him happy. They did not want to lose their son. And somewhere, I was the way in that. By accepting me, they proved that they loved him.

So, technically, no one cared what I was thinking or wanted. Especially myself.

I was missing my father insanely. I was missing my cottage and the cows. I was missing everything about my old life. It was like I never existed. No one knew me, and I was happy about that. But suddenly, everyone was paying attention to me, wanting to see and judge how beautiful I was.

I did not ask for any of this, but I did desire to be near him. It was only to be near and talk to him, but not a strong one or something I was serious about.

"Isshhhhhh," I winced in pain all of a sudden and came out of my chain of thoughts. My sight fell on him, taking the toe rings off. The swelling and thrushes were terrible and painful.

"Why did you not tell me that you were hurting?" he asked, and I blinked silently, fighting my tears not to roll down.

"Why does it matter to you that I was hurting?" I asked, and he gulped, staring into my eyes.

"You are my wife, my friend, and it does matter to me that you are hurt," he said, and I tried to pull my feet back.

He held them firmly, and I shook my head. "We are not friends. Friends do not threaten and punish each other," I said, and he replied in the same tone. "Friends do not hide things from each other, either,"

"That's why we cannot be friends anymore," I clarified and looked away.

"As you wish," he said, pulling the other toe ring from my toes. "But, since you are here because of me, It's my responsibility to take care of you," he added, and I lowered my gaze.

He also pulled the third toe ring out, and I looked at my foot.

"You do not have to wear them anymore. I will talk to Maasa," he said, and I gulped to hear him. "This holds greater significance in married life, Yuvraj. It tells everyone that I am your wife," I said, and he looked at me.

"Everybody does not need to know that you are my wife. Only I have to know that you are my wife, and I know it. I do not need this materialistic reminder to know that I am married to you, and you are married to me," he said, and I gulped silently.