Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

44 ~ Oiling

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Abhinandan POV

"I... I think you should not," she said, and I cleared my throat a little before asking.

"Why do you think so?" I asked, and she pulled the cauldron towards her and added a little water to wash down the stuck gravy.

"Because, honestly, it hurts to see people standing against you even if they pretend that they are not," she said; I lowered my gaze. I understood that she was speaking in reference to her father. He still was not over it, but he was not showing it either.

"But, you cannot go back to as if nothing has happened," I said, and she nodded.

"She is hurt, too. It's just that she is not showing it to anyone. And she cannot even show it to anyone, either, because then people will judge her even more. I feel like she is covering it up with a wide smile and hiding it behind the love," she said, and I nodded.

"I think she is happy, and I do not want to bother her now," I explained, and she nodded.

"Also, I do not think they love each other. It's just that now they do not have any option," I said, and she lowered her gaze.

"At least the idea of being in love and then staying together is better than looking out of options," she muttered. I pulled the Cauldron towards me and began to wash it.

"So, you think we look out of options?" I asked, but she did not say anything else.

"I do not know. But I cannot help but feel what we are now to each other, and the memory of you making me marry for the child has not faded away. This is something we cannot tell people, and we cannot tell that we love each other either. So, we actually look out of options," she said, and I looked away for a moment.

"Can two friends not get married?" I asked, and she looked up at me.

"I do not think we remained friends after I was accused of betraying you," she replied. I did not know why the conversation was becoming difficult and uncomfortable.

"Trisha, you did betray me. I expected much from you," I could not stop myself from saying. I knew these words would hurt her. But what was right was right.

"I know. But I thought you would understand," she replied, and I nodded.

"I do. I am not angry anymore, and I want you to forgive me too," I could not stop myself from saying, and she looked away for a moment.

The utensils clattered as she pulled them towards her and stood up to fill another bucket with fresh water.

"I do not have any reason to," she said in a low voice, and I bit my lip. As she transferred the water from one bucket to another, a few droplets splashed over my face. Even her skirt turned wet a little.

"And, If I give you a reason?" I asked, and she stared at me.

"Like what?" She asked in response, and I shook my head.

"I will find it out," I said. I still did not know what I should do to help her forgive me. I knew she wanted me to accept my likeliness towards her.

But what if she did not like me back?

What if she had someone else in her heart? Or no one, including me.

She never said that she liked me.

Sitting down again, she washed the utensils again, and I just stared at her silently. She was beautiful, and I did not know why, but she had looked really attractive since I had married her.