Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

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Trishalini POV

We both looked at each other. And, suddenly, he lowered his gaze.

"I should go and talk to Maasa," he said, and I nodded.

"Yes," I muttered, and I did not know why the chamber felt so small for us.

Like, I was feeling hot in his presence. It had not happened before.

Maybe it was because I had noticed him after so long. Or, maybe, because I knew where the things were meant to go now.

He was a man. There was no denying it.

And, as much I had longed for him, he longed for me.

Also, all this while, I learned so many things about a couple. Imagining those made my cheeks feel hot.

He walked past me, and I sat on the bed, staring at my two little angels.

Was this the right time to restart our relationship? That kind of relationship?

The kids were growing, but there was an itch in me—an itch that had never calmed down since the night we spent in the cottage—our consummation night.

I did not know why, but looking back at all the moments we had spent together, I could not shake off the feeling that he had remained restrained until now.

Like, his respect for me was way more significant than his love and desires.

And, a part of me needed the unrestrained side of him.

I mean, seeing the other couples, like Jiji and Bhaisa, Ranvijay and his wife, and Agastya and his wife, I felt Abhi was way too innocent.

I had noticed them at Agastya's wedding.

Maybe it was because I was older, and he never forgot it.

But, I did not look older. I looked short and younger than him.

Especially now, when he has gained a lot of muscle, and his body is way stronger than before.

In all these years, the more he stayed away, the closer he got to training, fencing, and everything that made him look a thousand times more attractive.

His slightly curly hair was thicker now, his lips even more beautiful, and his shoulders broader. Every time I saw him hiding behind the pillars, practicing in his yard, half-naked, I could not stop staring at his shoulders.

With every arm flick, they would tighten and bulk up.

I did not know what the hell I was even thinking.

I looked away, inhaling deeply, but I looked back at my babies.

He was my husband.

I could think about him in any way I wanted.

But what exactly did he feel about me?

I was the mother of two now?

Was I still beautiful for him?

I had heard that a woman's body changes a lot after childbirth, and he had not touched me after the birth.

There was no significant change in my body, though. My breasts were heavier now, and there was a slight weight gain in my lower belly, hips, and thighs.

I used to be fit back then, but now I am not like that.

And he was insanely attractive and hotter than before. The gap was huge.