Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

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Abhinandan POV

"Yes," her voice came out low and shaky. My heartbeat and breaths had turned insane. My fingers trembled, and I collected her oiled hair in my palm.

She would hate me even more. I did not know what came to my mind, so I ended up speaking my mind. I should not have. By doing so, I put everything at stake.

I love her?

No, fuck.

Why the hell did I say that?

She would think that I never saw her friend, but more than all the time, I never told her.

I did not know either.

But there was no lie, though. As much as I loved my family, I loved her too. As much as I wanted them to be happy, I always wanted her to be happy, too.

Still, I should not have said that. She would hate me so much. She never saw me as anything more than a friend. I fucked up everything.

I sighed profoundly, closing my eyes for a moment, and suddenly Trisha said.

"Thank you so much for oiling my hair," her words calmed me a little. She did not seem angry, or irritated or frustrated. She spoke with calmness.

"Anytime," I muttered and began to part her into three sections.

She stayed silent while I moved my fingers slowly to braid her hair. The silence was piercing here, around us, and I could clearly hear our breathing.

The temperature was turning warmer, and it took me quite a while to reach the braid's end.

I looked around to find something to fasten her braid, but there was nothing. So, I pulled the loose and unused string to tie her braid.

"Done?" She asked, and I hummed in response.

I pushed her braid in front for her to see and noticed a few loose strands that did not come into it.

"Yes," I muttered, rubbed my still oily hands together, and asked.

"How is your feet now?"

She turned slowly towards me, and I noticed the slight gloss of oil around her neck. My lips curved into a slight smile as she silently placed her feet before me.

"When will you learn to speak clearly?" she asked, and I lowered my hands to touch her feet so that her skin would soak up the excess oil on my palms.

"I feel scared that you will hate me more," I could not stop myself from saying, and she did not say anything in response. She did not even lift her gaze up, and neither could I dare look at her face.

But I could see how beautiful her feet looked. Red ink and silver toe rings over the almond color was the most alive form of divinity I had seen in my life.

"Raatri bhot ho gayi, so Jana chahiye,"

"It's really late now. We should sleep," she muttered slowly while pulling her feet back. I looked away, nodding a little.

"Of course," I managed to say, but whatever had happened was still making me feel spellbound and shut.

"Thodi Kam hi jagah hai yaha, dikkat hogi,"

"It's only a little space here, and it will cause some discomfort," she said slowly while shifting closer to the wall, and I shifted closer to the partition's wall. There was only one and a half metres of space for both of us.