Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

Epilogue

Abhinandan POV

She giggled as I put her down on the floor before the mirror.

"Aapko bass hamare saath samay bitana tha,"

"You only wanted to have sex with me," She said, and I immediately cupped her cheek to kiss her. It would be better to have her shut down and do it again rather than listen to her teasy complaints.

"Ummm," she moaned in my mouth, and I pulled back to look into her eyes.

"Come on, my Queen, it's time to show up as a team," I said, and she chuckled before turning to the mirror. I wrapped my arms around her to kiss her neck.

Tilting her face sidewards, he pulled her hands away from the blanket, and I immediately held it over her breast.

"One day, Yash and Harsh will find out what you do to their milk, and they will kill you," she said, collecting her hair in her hands and tying them in a bun.

"That day will never come. They are five, and I am twenty-eight," I said, and she chuckled.

"Oh God! I am thirty-two," she said and looked at me through the mirror.

"Do I look old?" she asked, and I laughed a little.

"Are you mad? You look beautiful," I said, and she smiled.

"Aww, thinking of fooling your kids daily?" she asked, and I scoffed.

"Trisha, have a break," I laughed, and she smiled.

"I love you much, father of my babies," she said, and I kissed her cheek.

"I love you too, sweetest heart," I muttered, and she giggled.

"Alright, leave me; I have to wear my clothes," she said, pushing my hands away and stripping the blanket off.

I sat down on the chair, letting her use the mirror first.

"Why are you not getting ready?" she asked. She grabbed a fresh petticoat and sat on my thighs to wear it.

"I only have to wear my kurta back, that's it," I said, and she looked at me.

"No, royal clothes, no turban, overcoat, or anything?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"They know I am Samrat; I do not have to prove it again and again," I said, and she pouted.

"How lucky?" she said, and I smiled.

"Do not wear anything heavy," I said, and she clicked her tongue.

"No, I have to," she said, standing up and tying the strings of her petticoat on the side of her waist.

"No, I am serious. You do not have to. Just be comfortable," I said, and she smiled before leaning in closer and kissing me quickly.

"I am comfortable," she said and turned around to grab a red blouse from the table. Slipping her arms inside, she sat back on my thighs and muttered.

"Help me," she said, and I smiled, pulling its strings and tying them over her back.

Suddenly, she bent forward to loosen her toe-ring.

"Chapki kas di aapne, hamara rakt ruk jaega,"

"You tightened it; my blood flow will stop," she complained, and I noticed the curve of her back. She looked beautiful.

After a few months of our marriage, her tan just disappeared, and her skin glowed like gold.