Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

70 ~ The Death of a Prince

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Trishalini POV

If I would not say that my heart was not bleeding, seeing him like this, I would be at the top of my lies.

It was not just bleeding, but a pain so deep, so intense and so strong, running into my nerves. It was freezing my muscles. I could hardly say anything let alone do.

Collecting all the remains of my courage, I tried to hold his hand. And, then his chin to make him look at me.

I had never seen him like this. Never so out of character, composure and control.

He was crying, he was losing himself, he was on the verge of exploding.

"Abhi," I managed to say.

And he gulped, staring at me with hatred, love, and so many emotions I could not comprehend.

And, to be honest, I was frightened by him at this moment.

"I think... You should change first," I managed to say, lowering my gaze to the scattered things. And, just then, I noticed the blood dripping off his hand.

My heart split in two, and I immediately tried to hold his hand.

"Abhi!"

But he quickly pulled back.

"You should go," he muttered and looked away from me, turning around.

Shaking my head, and I immediately walked around him and looked into his eyes.

"Abhi, I am into all of this because of you," I said again in a low and trembling voice. He inhaled deeply.

"I know; I am sorry," he broke, the tears falling freely from his eyes.

"But, I am into all of this for you, too," I managed to say. My voice came out low and shaky and he breathed with parted lips, staring into my eyes.

My heart was beating so loud that I shook my head before lowering my gaze to his bleeding hand and trying to hold his hand.

He tightened his hand. But I stood to my ground and stepped closer to him.

Inhaling deeply, he looked away from me.

Gulping nervously, I looked around for a cotton cloth. My sight fell on an unused thin towel, and I did not waste any moment grabbing it and tearing it into long pieces.

He washed his tear and looked down at his hand as I opened his fist and saw the cut on his fingers. The thick, dark, red blood dripping down made my heart ache uncontrollably.

"Why would you cut yourself?" I asked in a slow voice, wrapping the bandage around his fingers.

"So that the insides hurt less," he replied in a low voice, and I could not control the fresh tears rolling down my cheeks.

"This is ridiculous," I muttered and tied the knots, wanting the blood to stop.

"I know it's painful, Abhi, but it's painful for me, too," I tried to say, but he looked away, shaking his head.

"You do not even understand a bit of this," he said, and I looked down, inhaling deeply, trying to control myself.

"Okay, I might not, but," I tried to say and stepped closer to him, holding his hand. I placed my hand on his chest, touched his chin with my index finger nervously, and he looked at me, "But, I will sit right beside you, no matter where you sit," I tried to say, and a trail of fresh tears rolled down his cheek.

"Please do not hurt yourself," I tried to say, "Be... because it hurts me here," my voice broke, adding up, while I placed his hand on my chest, over my heart.