Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

43 ~ Late Night

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Trishalini POV

As I stepped closer to my old home with Yuvraj, marrying him seemed easier to me. I could feel every eye of our neighbourhood on me—not out of love and care but with judgement and shock. And I could not help but feel nervous as hell.

Still, amid all of this, there was this one eye that seemed protective and caring. And, it was his.

Whatever happened between us earlier made me think about him more. I realised that he might be younger than me in age and have many men around him, but he was definitely caring.

He stopped when I asked him to. I did not know why I asked him to stop, but at that moment, I felt something wrong would happen. Also, I did not want anyone to find us like that.

"Trisha," suddenly, Yuvraj's voice caught my attention, and I came out of my thoughts. Lifting my face, I looked at him with questions.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a slow and tense voice, and I could not help but shake my head. I was not okay. I did not know how to meet my father or how to look into his eyes.

"He hates me," I muttered, feeling him lift my hand to his mouth and peck a little.

"He hates me, too," he said, and I looked up at him with disbelief.

"There is a difference. I am his daughter," I said, and he lowered his gaze and nodded.

"Then, he will hate me even more," his words immediately made me chuckle. He would never understand my words.

"Let's go," he said, and we both walked ahead, and our sight fell on Agastya.

He was bringing a pot to the cottage.

"Agastya," Abhi called, and he immediately turned to look at us. The pot fell off his shoulder, and his lips widened with a smile.

"Abhinandan and Jiji," he screamed with happiness and walked towards us.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, and I could not believe I had to deal with two of the same kinds of people now.

"Came to meet Guruji," Abhinandan replied, and Agastya knit his brows.

"Ohh, the ritual, yes," he chuckled a little. "He is not here," he added, and my smile faded.

"Where is he?" I spontaneously asked.

"In the Ashram," he said, and I managed to inhale a deep breath of calm. I thought he went somewhere.

"Come," he said. We both walked inside, and Agastya put the cot for him, and I went inside straight.

It was dark here. So, the first thing I did was light a lamp. After that, I looked around and quickly broomed it.

"Agastya," I called him out once I was done.

"Ji," he replied from afar and quickly ran towards me.

"What's in the dinner?" I asked.

He looked at me for a few moments and shook his head. "Nothing, I was just going to cook some Khichdi for us," he said, and I smiled.

"Well, rest; I will make something for us," I said, and he nodded with a smile.

He went back, and I saw the two of them talking, something almost in their ears. What must they be talking about?

However, I ignored them and began to cook mixed vegetables and chapatis along with Khichdi.

After a while, I was done, and Pitaji came back from the Ashram. But as soon as his eyes found me, his face fell down.