Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

97 ~ The Realisation

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Abhinandan POV

"We can finish in the dressing room," she said, and I caressed her cheek. She looked insanely beautiful and even better in my arms.

I looked up at the kids and shook my head.

"Bache so rahe hai,"

"The kids are sleeping," I said, caressing Harsh's head. They looked so cute.

I could understand that whatever was happening with Trisha and me was new to them. They were not habitual of seeing us playful. Though we always tried to act normal, there was a difference between pretending and actually feeling happy.

She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. I caressed her head and said.

"I am thinking of inviting everyone to the Pooja and feast,"

She looked up at me and pushed her hair behind her ear.

"Even the King of Singarh, too," I said, and she looked confusedly into my eyes.

"Why? He is the enemy, no?" she asked, and I nodded.

"But everyone needs to know who is in control here," I said, caressing her head and kissing her forehead.

"But, they hate me," she said, and I gulped.

If they hated her, they should kiss my sword in this feast. I would not tolerate any stupidity against her.

There was no one's mistake. Not her, not mine. The mistake was the people's mentality.

She did what she should, and I did what I was supposed to do.

The situation was not right. And my stubbornness, too.

I was so engrossed in the regret of not being able to talk to my father before he passed that I did not think about anything.

And she knew what was happening to me and took everything in her charge. I did not even attend a single meeting for three weeks, and in all these weeks, she was raised as a Queen, that too, with one-month-old babies.

She was right. I was a runner.

But it was high time to understand that I should never run away from her because it hurt me even more.

And, she was the cure to all my wounds.

I should not have forgotten that I returned to the Kingdom because she wanted me to. I became the Samrat because she wanted me to, and this one time, I should have trusted her the most; I ended up putting my everything in front of her.

I could have lost her, and I did not know how I ended up hurting her this much.

How did I forget how precious she is to me?

Pulling her closer, I wrapped my arms around her and muttered.

"Will you ever forgive me? Trisha,"

She inhaled deeply and looked into the eyes.

"I was never angry, Abhi. Just a little bit hurt, and I do not think I have any reason to keep playing with the wounds. We both were angry with each other because we both wanted to stay close to each other and could not. Because we let other things come between us," she said, and I nodded.

"And, you must never forget that I am not the same sixteen or twenty-two-old, Abhi. I am sensible now. I am Samrat, for God's sake. I know you always took me as a child," I said, and she kissed my chest.