Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

76 ~ Pregnant

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Trishalini POV

It was something important, and I feared that after hearing it, he would get even more upset. Somewhere, this unspoken distance was to prevent further distance between us.

"Um, I wanted to meet you," I said, biting my lips.

"Why? Is anything important?" he asked, and I shook my head slowly.

"Not really," I muttered. He nodded and placed his hand on my head before leaning in, kissing the side of my forehead, and muttering.

"You know I am blessed to have you as my Queen. You halve my work," he said, and a smile appeared on my face.

"Well, you asked me to be Queen for you. I am becoming one," I said, and he nodded while inhaling deeply.

"Alright, you should go and rest," he said, standing up from the couch.

My heart sank deeper, seeing him walking away from there.

"Should I?" I asked, and he turned back to look at me and nodded.

"Of course. You work so hard. It's past midnight. We both have to wake up early in the morning. And I should go take the bath," he said, and I nodded, lowering my gaze.

Standing up, I placed my hand on my stomach and turned my gaze to look at the door.

"Good night," he muttered, and I nodded, walking away from there.

Inhaling deeply, I stepped into my chamber, and Meenakshi's voice caught my attention.

"Should I prepare the bath for you now?" she asked, and I nodded absentmindedly.

This was our life now?

Just friendship?

Nothing else?

Just King and Queen?

Were we not just living for the Kingdom and people?

What were my feelings and desires?

Desires.

I had desires.

I wanted to talk to him about stupid things. I wanted to collect him in my arms and tell him he did not have to be this strong. And, that too, alone.

He did not have to be the King in front of me, at least.

I understood the responsibilities, but he was willingly pushing him more. And he knew what he was doing.

He did not have to go and kill the dacoits that day. But he still went and came back with blood on his clothes.

He was becoming ruthless. And the irony was that people were applauding him for that.

They were happing having innocence and softness murdered.

I had forgotten how his smile used to look.

The cupid's bow that appeared when he would smile had just vanished somewhere.

"Maharani, your bath is ready," Meenakshi informed me, and I closed my eyes.

And, I feared that after knowing that I might be pregnant, he would go even more distant.

It was more than six weeks since I had bled.

And I had not told anyone about it.

Because he should be the one to know about it.

And, a part of me did not want to tell him about it because it would hurt him even more. He had not met Baapusa since the crowning ceremony. He was surrounded by everyone but seemed absolutely isolated.