Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

35 ~ Do Not Either

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Trisha POV

"We will... manage," I managed to say, watching him nod slowly.

"This side," he spoke slowly, strolling towards the other side of the bed. I heard him clearing his throat before he sat down and mutter.

"I am not feeling sleepy," he inhaled deeply, and I looked away for a moment. What did he mean by that?

"Oh," I muttered and sat on the bed's edge. It was way too comfortable.

I kept staring at the glass of milk as silence followed. After a good time, I dared to turn my head, and my eyes widened with shock before a wave of calm ran into my body. He was asleep. His face was on the other side, and I immediately looked at the milk's glass.

He had to drink it first.

I gulped and shifted slightly closer to him.

"Yuvraj," I called him slowly, but he did not answer. I bit on my lips and tried to call him again. "Yuvraj,"

He still did not answer, and I gulped nervously before touching his arm.

"Your milk is getting cold," I said, but he did not move an inch.

"Yuvraj, your milk!" I exclaimed in a slightly higher voice, and he inhaled a deep breath before turning his head to me. His face was sleepy, and the wavy curls of his hair fell on his forehead as he shook his head.

"I do not want," he said, and I gulped, lowering my gaze a little.

I turned back to look at the milk again, and some of me did not want it to go to waste. I hated wasting anything.

"Yuvraj," I called out again and looked at him.

"What?" he asked, opening his eyes, and I said.

"Drink your milk," I said in determination. He stared at me momentarily before palming his face, letting out a frustrated groan, and finally sitting up.

"Fine!" His fine did not seem fine at all.

Though, I ignored it and passed him his glass.

He took it and quickly drank it in one go. He was fast enough that a few drops and one trail of milk flew down his chin.

"Happy," he exhaled, finishing it and placing it in my hand.

"Very," I said and leaned towards the table to place the glass on the table.

Meanwhile, I noticed him move a little, and suddenly, the candles near the table blew off. The darkness wrapped me like a thick comforter. Even the curtains hanging around the bed did not let any brightness invade.

The silence was killing. I could hear the minute noise of my breathing.

Without looking at him, I stretched my legs long and slowly leaned back to get into the bed.

"You did not drink milk?" he said suddenly, and I immediately turned to look at his side. Only a little brightness of the moonlight managed to come in through the tiny holes in the window.

"Um, I forgot," I managed to say, remembering that I did forget drinking it.

"You should drink it, too," he said in a slow voice, and I stared at his face before nodding. It was not an order, not a request, though. He made a polite suggestion, and I just let it go.

"Okay," I muttered, sat up, and leaned to hold the glass. It was almost cold, and I drank it slowly. I could feel his eyes watching me, especially my neck.