Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

31 ~ Balance

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Abhinandan POV

"Let me help," I offered, stepping down from the bed to pick up the remaining pieces of her jewellery.

My emotions were a tangled mess, a storm raging within me; despite my disdain for her, or perhaps because of it, I found myself yearning for her. And in the midst of this turmoil, I ended up causing her pain.

I knew it should not have been that way –the kind of wedding we had. When she asked me how difficult it was to accept that I wanted to marry because I liked her, I felt like lightning struck me. I could not think of it.

I was lost in a sea of uncertainty. Did I truly care for her? Did I even know what I felt?

But seeing her shed tears, I could not help but realise that I behaved like the most selfish man ever present. How could I not see her pain?

Closing my eyes, I sighed deeply and bit on my lips. It was all messed up, more than it already was. People were hating on me. I was hating on them. I had reasons imprinted on my mind to hate each one of them. And Trisha was one among them.

I had reasons to hate her, too. But, the shell of those reasons, the egg, the lining was slowly shattering, shaking my peace. I could not help but feel that hating someone, her, was relatively easier than facing the truth that now she was hurt. Actually.

I wanted to hurt her. It was as simple as that. Maybe the reason I showed up was one of the fools, but she did not give me any options.

"Yuvraj," her voice brought me out of my thoughts. I turned my head to find her standing beside me and lowering her gaze to the anklets I was holding.

"You do not have to do this. The Princes are meant for the bigger duties, I assume, rather than lowering themselves to their wife's feet," her words made me blink silently. I could understand the taunting behind her use of the word 'wife'.

I bit the inside of my lower lip and firmed my hold on the anklets when she tried to pull them off my hold.

Trishalini POV

"When I was little, my father used to call my mother for many things, and I used to feel irritated. I wanted her to be with me all the time. So one day," he began and looked into my eyes before continuing in the slow voice. "I went into the court and raised my issue. I told the King that my father was separating my mother from me, and the whole court laughed. Because he is the King and my father. But my father did not laugh. Instead, he stepped down from the throne and walked to me. Kneeling to meet my height, he looked into my eyes. And he said that he was sorry to do so knowingly or unknowingly. But, he was bound to take advice from my mother, he was bound to listen to her, he was bound to spend time with her. And when I questioned why. He smiled weakly and said that a King can rule a Kingdom like a man. He can win the wars, he can protect, he can be a fatherly figure. However, a queen serves as a mother not only to her children but to thousands of others. The decisions taken by a man are relatively rigid, direct and practical, whereas a woman is known to be emotional and caring, and these both things must go side by side so that the Kingdoms are protected and... provided," he said, I just stared blankly into his eyes.

His voice was low, and I did not know what to make of this. Our hands were holding the silver anklet on either side. "So?" I breathed, gulping nervously.

He sucked on his lips, gulped nervously, lowered his gaze for a moment and then spoke with a pleading voice. "So, as much as I understood, a man must lower himself before his wife to... make the balance," he lifted his gaze, and I inhaled deeply. His words were making me feel weak in my knees. I shook my head slowly.