Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

94 ~ Erasing The Marks

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Trishalini POV

I felt him kiss my head and stood frozen, inhaling his mild fragrance. It felt like ages to feel him like this. The warm and hard chest beneath my face, the slow and steady heartbeats, the comforting hands around me, and the regret of raising my hand on him.

He was still my sixteen-year-old year, my first friend, and never in my dreams had I thought I would hurt him like this.

It felt like I broke that friendship line with that anger. I did not want to do it, but something took over me, and I could not control it.

It was not like I did not like him holding my hand, but at that moment, it just did not feel right.

I could not stop clutching my hands on his kurta, pressing my cheeks harder into his chest.

He was not entirely wrong. I knew how he was and did not know when I left such a big gap between us.

Maybe it was because it was who I was since childhood.

I had never tried keeping someone close to me, not even my friends.

I did not know why I did not make any effort.

I felt it was my older life and did not feel like making any effort. I forgot that we were married, and being married was not a one-year or two-year job but a lifetime companionship.

Why did I give up so easily on him?

My heartbeats slowed down with each passing moment, and my tears stopped.

I knew we were not the best. Before everything happened, we did not even fall in love entirely, and a part of me never completely accepted him, either.

A part of me never got over the fact that he was younger than me. And I did not know why the feeling had never settled before today.

I felt he was still a boy until today when he raised his voice on me and went away from me like that.

A string of my heart broke.

He was not entirely wrong, and he was right; whatever happened before was our mistake, but the pain we were suffering now was only mine.

He always loved me, respected me, and cared about me, and I did not know why I did not give him the same ever.

I felt I was good at handling responsibilities, and I just focused on that.

Or maybe I did not have enough trust in him that he would manage, too.

Why was I so focused on his bad habits that I did not allow him to change?

"I am sorry," he breathed over my head, and I opened my eyes a little and closed tightly before hugging him tightly.

He caressed my head gently and asked.

"Trisha, what happened?" his voice came out slow and slightly shaky.

But I never wanted to lose him, even in my worst dreams. He was young, he was depressed, and he was not in his right state of mind. I just wanted to protect him. Though, I did not know he would swear such a thing.

Suddenly, he tightened his hold around me and lifted me, and I immediately snaked my arms around his neck. Our cheeks brushed against each other, and the noise of my jewelry tickles rang in my ears.

I fisted his hair, promising never to push him away.

He was precious to me.

It was so precious that I did not even think twice before putting everything at stake. I did not know how to give sweet talks or convey my feelings, but I knew how to move the mountains for my loved ones.