Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

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Trishalini POV

My heart was sinking.

Moment by moment.

With each new heartbeat.

I sat with my hands in my lap, but my gaze shamelessly stuck on my husband. His gaze was busy staring at the floor.

"Aap sab hamari Putravadhu ke aagman ki khushi me sammillit hue, hame uski bahut khushi hai,"

The air was tense as Baapusa's booming voice filled the room.

Baapusa began in his loud voice, and I moved my gaze to him. I was not making it evident that I was looking at him.

"Parantu aaj ye divas sirf hamari bahu ke swagat ke liye hi nahi yaad rakha jaega... hum chahte hai ki aaj ke is shubh diwas par vo ho jo itihaas me, kisi samrayja me kabhi nahi hua,"

"But this day will not be only remembered for the arrival of our daughter-in-law... I want that on this auspicious occasion, something that has never happened in entire history or any Kingdom, happen, "Baapusa declared, his words hanging in the air with anticipation.

Baapusa's voice was loud and could be heard from a very far distance. I had never seen him speak like this. Abhi inhaled deeply and blinked before closing his eyes for a moment. Tightening his fist, he lifted his gaze, and the moment his gaze met mine, I felt a shiver run down my body.

It was not a loving, caring, hating, or emotional stare. It was raw, intense, shameless and daring. Like, he wanted to kill me right now.

Timidly, I gulped and blinked, moving my gaze around to notice that a few people saw us looking at each other. Slight discomfort wrapped me up and heated my vulnerability.

"Hamare Putra, Rajkumar Abhinandan Mahabalesh ko hum apni upastithi me hi Mahabaleshgarh, Pratapgarh, satrah Virasate or poore ekso tera gao saunpte hai,"

"To my son, Prince Abhinandan Mahabalesh, I declare to pass on the Kingdom of Mahabaleshgarh, Pratapgarh, seventeen princely states, and a total of one hundred thirteen villages in my presence." The moment Baapusa finished, everyone gasped. The shock was visible, and even Daadisa looked stunned.

There was a pin-drop silence for a moment.

And I noticed him inhaling deeply and biting his lip, keeping his gaze low.

"Yuvraj Abhinandan," Baapusa said, and he tightened his jaw and sat silently.

Everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to say something or stand up from his couch. 

As a few moments passed, I could not help but feel the sweat breaking in my palms.

"Yuvraj!" Baapusa called again.

And, suddenly, he placed the tip of his sword on the floor and lifted his gaze. His face was red, and I could not tell which shade of red.

It was pain, sadness, regrets, love and mostly obedience.

Rising from his couch, he strolled towards Baapusa's throne.

Baapusa smiled, looking at him.

"But, my King, this is not possible," suddenly stepped one of the court members. He chuckled, "This is not how a crown is passed on to the others," he added.

Baapusa clenched his jaw and lowered his gaze for a moment. I noticed him rubbing his fingers and then lifting his gaze back.

Now, I understand where he got this intense and deadly gaze, which could make anyone forget things and lose debates.