Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

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Trisha POV

I felt scared and terrible. The way he fell on the bed and almost lost consciousness, I freaked out. For a moment, I thought I would lose him. And, it did something to me.

I did not want to lose him forever, not like this, not like anything.

Seeing him like that made me feel bad for him. Deep inside, I forgot everything that happened to me and realised he was the same sixteen-year-old Abhinandan who feared even looking into my eyes.

His senseless pleading and begging for forgiveness broke something in me.

And, seeing him scared, tensed and low was not a sight to behold.

So, I could not stop myself from pecking on his cheek momentarily.

"I am alright, I promise," I tried to assure him yet again, but he did not believe me.

I never found him so caring towards me that it bothered me deeply. He pulled his knife out to kill the physician just because she touched me between my legs, and I winced in slight pain.

Yes, it was paining. Still.

I did not know what kind of it was. It felt more like aching. It was like he was inside me for only a few moments and left me with an uneasy feeling. I could not take my mind off it. It was bringing my attention again and again to it.

And it happened so fast that I could not even feel it properly.

Suddenly, Yuvraj came closer and hugged me tightly. My eyes shut immediately, and my breath hitched when he muttered. "I am sorry for everything. I really am. I just wanted to marry you anyhow, and you—"

"Shhhh," I hushed him and opened my eyes before patting him gently and adding up. "You should sleep,"

He did not move, and I felt as if there was something different about him. One moment, he was angry; the other, he was calm, and like his older, younger self was back.

"You are heavy, you know," I said in a slow voice, and he inhaled sharply near my neck. I closed my eyes, and a tiny smile appeared on my face. He was such a baby.

I took my hand closer to the back of his head and touched his hair. They were softer for a man, just like him.

"I am really sorry," he muttered again, and I clicked my tongue with frustration.

"You did nothing to hurt me, not at least today. The physician said it hurts... in the initial times. And... and, stop saying sorry again and again. It irks me," I said in a slow voice, and he lifted his face a little to look into my eyes.

"You forgive me?" he asked, and I lay stunned beside him. "For what?" I asked, and he lowered his gaze and closed his eyes momentarily.

"For... everything?" he asked, and I immediately looked away before gently pushing him away.

"We should sleep," I said and turned my face opposite him.

"So, you do not," he said, and I gulped silently.

Forgiving was a small word for the feeling it caused. Forgiving means forgetting; I was terrible at forgetting things and would never be able to.

"Good night," I said and closed my eyes, pulling the comforters up my shoulders.

"You do not? Right?" he asked again, and I did not answer anything. "You do not?" he added. I could feel him getting impatient.

"Trisha, you do not forgive me, right?" he asked again, and I inhaled a deep breath.