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Abhinandan POV

Marriage is said to be sweet, which lures people to taste it, and the one who has had enough of it warns others not to taste it. I never understood this.

But today, I got the idea of what it meant.

The moment I stepped out of the tent, the sunlight invaded the walls of my eyes. It left me with a disoriented feeling. The eyes of the attendees engaged in their works met mine momentarily, wondering but bothered their Prince that his face looked flushed, shocked, and vulnerable.

But even the Prince could not tell what bothered him at this moment.

What was happening to me?

I immediately palmed my face, unable to believe that in a matter of a week, I was attracted, instead persuaded by her lips, thrice. Three fucking times. I was keen to touch them with mine.

Oh, My fucking goodness! She looked beautiful.

Was she always this beautiful? All the while?

The way her hair spread like the web of comforters, woven into each other, still as separated as the branches of the tree, was eye-holding. I just could not take my eyes off. And, once I was under their shadows when she leant forward, everything disappeared.

Her doe eyes were even bigger at that moment. The way her brows were slightly curled in between and soft at the end was inviting.

Inviting for what?

And, her cheeks.

Oh my goodness, I breathed in deeply, closing my eyes. She looked mesmerising after taking the bath. She had never looked this beautiful. The colour did the magic on her. The yellow was perfect; it complemented her almond tone. It made me notice her cheeks and the mole under her lips.

It would be the death of me, and I could sense it was near.

Was I this person the whole time?

How could I behave so mannerless, so undignified, so out of control?

One moment, I was telling her how much I hated her, and another moment, I was on my knees, waiting for her to look at me the way I was looking at her.

Because I needed her.

I was fucking married to her.

And this trek to the temple made me realise that in no world could we be separated now. The conditions we placed each other before the wedding were utterly foolish. She was mine, and I was hers.

She was my wife now.

We were now like the two corners of the river, meant to flow together and stay together, but I could not shake off the feeling that they would never meet.

The mere thought burnt something in me.

They would never meet because they are bound by the conditions and rules. If we followed the rules and conditions, too, we would always stay together but never meet each other.

And this was not what I wanted when I intended to marry her. I wanted her to be by my side, to be around me, because she gave me peace, a sense of purpose, and a responsibility.

But the condition of the child and our separation thereafter would never give me a sense of peace, purpose, or responsibility.

Rather, it would leave me even more broken.

It was the reason that made me lower myself before her. If I were to be a King, she would be my Queen. And a Queen could never be just a womb to the heir; she is the Kingdom, its breath and perseverance.

I did not know what kind of blundering things I spoke in front of her. It was like I just wanted to do or say whatever would make her allow me to be near her.

This was getting out of hand. This feeling, this emotion, it was too much.

And how the hell could I accuse her of seducing me?

Because, now, she was seducing me. She was doing nothing at that time.

She was making me go insane.

Seeing her without her dupatta, eating, sleeping beside me, and smelling her in my arms was making me go insane. I never knew that a woman could do this to a man.

And I was feeling things I had never imagined. It was making my thoughts go wild.

I knew what it took to bring a child into my life, but I never felt fond of doing it. It was not what I dreamed of. And the way she lost herself before me made it even more difficult.

I literally could not breathe in front of her. It took a mere moment to rise to my knees and lean forward to have her under me.

But it required worldly courage to look into her eyes when her lips trembled. It was like she was feeling things, and it was making me feel things.

How would I turn into a man if she would behave like this? How would I be near her if it would be this difficult to even touch her lips?

I was already the least confident man among the men, and her presence was doing nothing but harm to it.

It was like everything shifted upside down in only a few days.

"Yuvraj,"

An attendee's voice brought me out of my thoughts, and I looked at him.

"We have finished the convoy set up. Would you want to take a look?" he asked, and I gulped before nodding slowly.

It was better to focus on the things that were in my hand rather than on the things that were not.

She was not in my hand. She never was, and she never would be.

The only way to be near to her was to keep myself lower to her so that she would let me slip into her.

"Yes, let's go," I said, and he nodded.

I walked with her and looked after the convoy. I asked if he had counted the men and put everything into the carriages. And, the horses and pullers were well fed.

"Yes, everything is done," he said, and I nodded.

"Where is your anklet?" suddenly, Daadisa's voice caught my attention. I turned around to find her with Daadisa, and the moment I noticed both of them looking at her feet, I realised that I was holding something in my hand.

Oh, shit!

Her other anklet.

I forgot to tie it to her other ankle.

The moment I realised that the attendee was watching me holding the anklet, I immediately fisted it in my hand and hid it in the folds of my clothes.

I cleared my throat, and suddenly, Daadisa called me.

"Abhinandan,"

I inhaled a deep breath, not wanting to look into her eyes after what I had said and what I was about to do.

"Abhi, come here," she called again, and I tried to plant a slight smile on my face before I turned around to look at them.

She looked into my eyes for a moment but then immediately lowered her gaze.

"Ji, Daadisa," I asked, walking closer to her, and she said.

"Trisha lost her one anklet. Could you search for it?" she asked. I immediately looked at Trisha. She also looked at me for a moment and then at her.

"Daadisa, there is no need. It must be somewhere in the boxes. I am sure," she tried to say, and Daadisa showed her eyes.

"If one is in your foot, how can the other be somewhere around?" she asked, turning back a little.

"See, the attendees removed the tent, too. It is not like we have a cut on anklets, but it's not good to take the newlywed bride home without properly dressed," she said, and I noticed Trisha only blinking nervously and nodding.

"Ji, Ji, Daadisa, I will... look around," she said, looking at me for a moment. I immediately looked away. She knew I had that anklet, but I could not speak of it before Daadisa. She would make fun of me, and I did not want it.

"Daadisa, its just an anklet. And we are getting late," I said. Daadisa immediately glared at me, and I lowered my gaze.

"Alright, you should sit into your palanquin, and Trisha and I are searching," I said. She nodded, but suddenly, her brows thinned into a line.

"Wait a moment," she said, my eyes sharpened with confusion.

"What is it?" Daadisa asked, and I followed her gaze and hand as she noticed the anklet's hook hanging out of my waist cloth and pulled it out.

"Ohhhh," I immediately looked away. "Umm, I think it stuck in it," I tried to say, and she slapped my bicep.

"Why are you stealing your wife's anklet? Is not it bad?" she asked and I immediately lowered my gaze with the embarassment.

"I am so sorry," I did not have anything else to say. I noticed Trisha looking at me, trying not to laugh.

"Um, it's just I wanted to tease her," I tried to say, obviously making up the story, and she slapped my bicep again.

"She is tired, and you are teasing her. You are such a bad-mannerly guy," she said, making me clench my jaw. I nodded and looked at Trisha, smiling a little.

"Come on, help her wear it," she said, handed it to me, and walked away a little.

"Enjoying it? Hn," I asked, and she palmed her mouth to hide her smile.

"I am sorry," she said, taking the anklet from my hand. "I will do it. We should better leave,"

I simply nodded and looked around to notice that the people were watching us.

"Trisha," I immediately turned and called her.

She turned around to look at me.

"What?" she asked.

"Are you okay?" I asked, and she stared blankly at me. "I mean, whatever happened in the tent and... I am sorry. I know it made you feel uncomfortable. But... I promise I am not like that... I mean,"

"Yes, I know who you actually are," she cut me off, and I knit my brows.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, and she began to walk towards the palanquin. "I am talking to you," I exclaimed, following her and she shook her head.

"Nothing. I just said I know you," she said, stopping near her palanquin.

I immediately stopped because Daadisa was sitting inside it, and I did not want to embarrass myself.

We could save the rest of the conversation for later.

I ordered the whole convoy to be ready to move. I climbed on my horse, and we began our journey back to Mahabaleshgarh.

It was dark by the time we reached there. We were welcomed by my mother and Nandani, who was still there. I stepped down my horse and walked towards the palanquin. Trisha stepped out before Daadisa, and the moment Daadisa called me, "Abhi, you did not tie the anklet," I ran from there.

It was enough for today.

I waited at the entrance for Trisha and Daadisa to arrive and silently prayed that she would not bring it to my mother and sister.

"Pranam Maasa," I heard Trisha wishing my mother, and when she bent down to touch her feet, I joined her.

"May God bless you with all my happiness," she said, and I stood up straight. She looked tired, and I noticed Nandani smiling weakly at us.

"Welcome back," she said, and we both walked towards each other to hug loosely.

"Is everything good?" I asked, and she nodded before walking closer to Trisha. She bent down to touch Nandani's feet, but she immediately stopped and brought her to hug her.

"We intend to be sisters," Nandani said, and Trisha smiled weakly.

"Nandani," Daadisa called her out, and she went to hug her. "Rudra did not come?" she asked, and Nandani shook her head.

"That's okay. Stay here until he comes to take you with him," Daadisa said, and I lifted my brows.

"Do not worry, Nandani. You can spend the rest of your life here. No one will bother you," I said, and everyone glared at me.

"What?" I asked, and suddenly, Daadisa chose to speak.

"You should stay shut. Do you know Abhishree that he stole her anklet," she said, and I sighed deeply.

"Daadisa, I did not steal it. It was a mistake," I tried to clarify, and Maasa glared.

"I told you not to tease Trisha. Did I not?" she said with slight anger. I did not know why everyone tried to keep Trisha away from me. How would we two have a baby together? I would not even tease her.

"Trisha, did he do something?" Maasa immediately turned to her, and I noticed Nandani trying to hide her smile.

Only this was left. Getting teased in front of my family.

Trisha did not say anything and looked at me.

"Do not be scared. Tell me," Maasa asked, and I could not believe it.

"Forget it. I am going in," I said, leaving them alone at the door. I went in to meet my father. No matter what he said or did, I could not leave him alone.

"Baapusa," I called him out once I stepped into the Chandra Mahal.

"Abhi," he replied, and I noticed him walking a little in his chamber. The attendees were helping him.

"How are you?" I asked, bending down to touch his feet. He placed his hand on my head and nodded.

"Doing better with the hope," his words felt like a weight. This reminds me that I had one duty to fulfil as soon as possible.

"How was your journey?" he asked, and I nodded, taking a seat beside him once he sat on the couch.

"It was good," I said, and I could not help but forget what had happened between Trisha and me.

"How is Trisha?" he asked further, and I nodded.

"She is good too, but still angry with me," I said, and he nodded. "As she should be," he added, and I smiled weakly.

"Thank you for accepting her," I could not stop myself from saying, and he placed his hand on mine and looked at me. "A father would never doubt a girl like Trisha for his son. But, the King will always be considered," he said, and I shook my head.

"Do not worry. She will give birth to the great son," I tried to say, and he nodded.

"I do not doubt that. But the Kingdoms are for the people, and so are the royals. Rudra was always an eligible Prince to sit on the throne, but still, people did not want him to. Because, according to them, he was not the rightful child," he said, and I lowered my gaze.

"Mahabaleshgarh does not have any Surgami Dev Singh," I said, and he smiled. Suddenly, I heard the ladies entering.

My sight fell on Trisha lowering her dupatta slightly down on her forehead once she stepped closer. I noticed her stumble a little while bending down to touch my father's feet.

"God Bless You. I hope he did not worry you much," he said and I immediately lowered my gaze.

"He stole her anklet," Daadisa immediately said, taking the seat with the tiredness and I could not help but notice Trisha blushing.

Meanwhile Baapusa laughed and I shook my head. "I did not steal," I tried to say.

"Then what were you doing?" Daadisa asked and I glared at her. "What would you do with her anklet? I scolded Trisha because of you," she said and Trisha silently moved aside to stand beside my mother and my Baapusa laughed even louder.

"Maa-Saheb, leave the children alone," Baapusa finally interrupted and Daadisa rolled her eyes at me.

I could not believe she was taking Trisha's side more than mine.

"Leave all this. Its dark now. Everyone should rest," Maasa said and looked at me. "Abhinan, your dinner is in Trisha's chamber," the moment she said I lowered my gaze.

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