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Trishalini POV

Whatever happened was wrong.

Change is the most difficult thing to cope with. And, those who excel at it, live their life smoothly.

But, for me, the change struck me for the very first time. And, at a bigger scale. In only a matter of days, my home was changed, my life, my lifestyle, my purpose, my responsibilities, everything had changed.

Standing drenched in heavy royal attire, with my heart beating as wild as the night in the forest, my breathing uneven like thundering clouds in the rain, my hands clutching the fresh pair of clothes, and I tried to control my shivering hands.

Running was not an option now. I realised it too late.

Closing my eyes momentarily, I stripped my clothes down and quickly changed into plain ones.

"Do you want to eat anything?" I asked, walking out and found him standing half naked, with only a dupatta wrapped around his waist. He looked even taller in it.

"No," he answered and I felt a slight pang in my chest.

I knew I had caused him a lot of problems. Not just problems but I did something whose consequences were still unknown to me.

"Give me those. I will hang them out to dry up," I tried to say, walking towards him and asking for his clothes.

He inhaled deeply looking at me and shook his head.

"We are alone here and without any protection and security. We cannot make it obvious that we are inside. Dacoits or any enemy could attack us here," he said, I nodded and looked away for a moment.

"So, I cannot spread the clothes outside?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"No," he said, and I noticed him walking around a little and picking up a jute's rope. "Spread them inside only," he said and turned around to glare at me for a moment. I gulped and looked at the wall, and signalled the hook in the wall to him.

He nodded and walked towards it to tie the end of it in and the other end in the highest part of the bamboo in the ceiling in the other corner.

"It's too much high," I said, and he walked closer to me, and took the clothes from my hand. He was to spread them on it but I quickly interrupted. "Drain them a little,"

He stared at me with confusion and I took it from his hand and brought a bucket from a corner. Twisting it, I drained them and handed them to him so that he could do the rest.

After we both were done, he asked. "There is no light and we cannot even light the fire in the rain,"

I gulped and looked around to find the pair of flint and steel. "Here," I gave it to him and brought a light lamp too.

I noticed his fingers slightly shaking when he was lighting the fire. It was not out of nervousness or fear but cold. His face looked slightly swelled too.

Once, the fire was lit he inhaled a deep breath and I said.

"Let me set up the mattress and bring the blanket. You should lay down,"

He looked at me for a moment and I could feel my heart beating for no reason.

He sat beside the light lamp, while I finished setting up the bedding arrangement.

"Abhi," I called him and he looked back at me.

"It's done," I said, and he nodded looking away.

A strange silence followed. I had never seen him this silent, especially with me. I know he was upset with me, and he should be.

No matter what he put his trust in me. He tried to make it comfortable for me yet I brought all sorts of discomfort for him.

"You should rest," he said, and I lowered my gaze. The silence never bothered me like this before. It was not silence but a visible distance between us. The distance of emotions. I knew it was difficult.

I should have thought and done better. But, I wanted him to be with him. I got scared, and I was alone. It was like suddenly I was in a pit of all the judgemental eyes and alone. For a moment, being surrounded by wild animals seemed better than being surrounded by sensible humans.

I gulped silently before asking in a slow voice. "You are not going to sleep," I asked, and he did not say anything for a few moments.

"I am not sleepy," he said, and I noticed him lying down on the bare floor. As he angled back, I could not help but gasp inaudibly noticing his body stretch. The abs were visible each time he exhaled. The dupatta was wrapped so low that I could see his lower abdomen.

I immediately looked away. What the hell was I doing?

But, seeing him staying away was a newfound pain in the heart. I never felt this before for anyone. After spending some good days with him, this felt different and distant.

My heart ached to be near him.

But, I closed my eyes for a moment before turning away and walking behind the partition. Sitting down in my place, I worked on taking my jewellery off.

I knew he was upset with me, even if he was not speaking about it. But, I knew what he could be feeling.

My hand was trying to pull the bangles off the other hand when I heard a slight movement of him. My cheek warmed up as I saw him standing before me, and he asked.

"Sori ho?"

"Are you sleeping?"

I lowered my gaze back to my hand and shook my head.

"Ye kangano ke saath yudh samapt ho jaenge to bass sone ki hi koshish karenge,"

"I will try to fall asleep once I finish fighting with these bangles," I said and heard him inhale deeply before stepping forward. The two layers of cottony mattress sunk as he placed his bare foot forward. The dupatta only reached to his calf and I bit my lower lip.

"Laaiye hum madad karte hai,"

"Let me help you," he said, sitting behind me, slightly closer to me, and I shook my head.

"Agar aapki patni banke rehna hai to ye sab to seekhna padega,"

"I will have to learn all these if I have to live as your wife," I tried to mutter in a low voice and pulled the Kangan off my hand. My heart beats shallowing down, remembering the moment when I looked at all those people laughing at me.

There was a weight on my chest.

And, slowly I felt him leaning closer pushing my spread hair aside, and taking my hand in his.

"Trisha, I do not want you to change for me. I... like you how you are and I am proud of you that way," he said and I felt his mouth closer to my shoulder. His breath tickled against my skin, and I could not help but close my eyes.

It was way too silent here, the way I liked it.

And, a subtle shiver ran through my body when I felt him pecking my shoulder. "I am here for you for everything and in everything," he muttered, and I lifted my gaze a little and felt him kissing my shoulder again.

"Just let me know every time you need me by your side," he said, and I lifted my gaze over my shoulder and looked into his eyes.

"The husbands should know about their wives without making them speak of it," I muttered and he stared into my eyes before lowering his gaze, and kissing on my shoulder again, slightly longer this time.

As his lips dipped deeper into my skin, I could not help but shrink in.

"Abhi," my voice came out a mere whisper and suddenly he placed his hand on the side of my waist. My lashes forced close with the warm touch over my skin. My body arched and I pulled my legs to one side.

His only merely touching my skin.

"You know I am slow for all those things. It will be better if you will speak about them a little," he said in a low whisper and I could feel my mind turning dizzy with the closeness. It was not making me nervous but not make me feel at ease, too.

And, suddenly I felt his other hand hold my hair and pull them to the front.

My heart stopped beating for a moment when the tips of his fingers brushed against the back of my shoulder from one corner to another, and the moment they reached closer to my neck, he feathered my neck for a moment.

I gulped, feeling the slight tingles and I tried to say something but the moment he pressed his lips on the side of my neck and caged it with his from the other side with his hand, everything stuck in my throat.

His long fingers reached the middle of my neck and his lips slowly sucked all across the curve of it, before his fingers stuck in my golden chain. The slight restraint made me arch my neck and before I could realise he pulled the chain off my neck.

"Abhi," I could not help but breathe in with a slight nervousness. The buds in my breast began to ache all of a sudden. The mere thought of him noticing them brought a blush to my cheeks.

"Umm-hnnn," he hummed and I felt his other hand move off my waist and touch the inner side of my arm.

My eyes shut tightly as the slight fear of him touching my breast ran through me. But, he pulled the knot of my armlet open and took it off. And, gently cupped my bicep.

His lips pressed harder against my neck and I could not help but tilt my neck sidewards with the effect. I felt him losing his control as his hands cupped my neck firmly and I could not stop myself from taking my hand to the back of his head.

The leftover bangles tingled in my arms and I tried to whisper. "What are you doing?"

The words came out more like a request than a question. They made it obvious that I was feeling something because of him.

But, I could pin out what was it.

I heard him inhale deeply and his hand suddenly moved from my bicep to my chin. His elbow pressed against my chest. My heartbeats raced as he placed his thumb over my chin and made me look at him.

Our faces were so close that I could feel our breaths fanning against each other. Our eyes met and the moment I stared into his intense and dark eyes, it did not take me much time to have an idea of what was going in his head.

And, it twisted my stomach wrongly. The memory of that pain that left me with a longing, send a shiver down my spine and made my lips parted a little.

His gaze lowered slowly to my lips. And, the moment he touched my lips with his thumb, I felt like giving up on everything.

In this moment, I forgot my life, my age, my existence and all the things that were preached to me of being a good woman.

What remained was the image of his lips slowly coming closer towards mine. My heart was beating so wildly that all the noises in the world were cut down. My mind was too busy admiring him that I forgot that our actions were meant to bring consequences.

Our noses touched. His felt colder to me but it lasted only for a moment as his slightly wet, warm lips pressed against mine.

My lashes forced closed with the touch. It was not the touch. It was much more than that. And, to burn the remains of my sanity, he moved his other hand from my neck to the back of my head, gently holding me.

But, by the time I realised that it was making me feel good, he pulled back an inch and stared into my eyes.

My vision blurred and the next thing he said to me left my heart pounding in my chest.

"I want to touch you," he breathed against my lips, and I just stared blankly at him.

"Hnn?" I questioned and nodded slightly.

"I feel like touching you," he muttered closing his eyes for a moment, and I could not help but feel something running through my body.

It was the tiny trembles and sensations that I never felt before. And, it could not be seen as well.

"Wh... where?" I managed to question but it came out a mere breath.

He stayed silent for a moment. "Anywhere," his brows were slightly knit.

Anywhere?

What did he mean by anywhere?

"May I?" he asked in a slow voice again, and I could not but nod very slowly and little.

His lips slowly leaned in closer against mine again and I began to lose all my senses to him. He kissed my lips. Once. I trembled a little. Twice, and slightly harsher this time, almost pulling them into my mouth. I shifted a little up, sitting on my knees. And thrice... his lips parted hungrily and caged my upper lips between his. And, this time I could not help but kiss him back. I pushed my lips against him and just like he was making me breathless, I stole his breath.

But, the game of dominance was lost as he pressed himself closer and claimed my lower lip. I felt as if he would kill me with the breath shortness.

He pulled back slowly and I opened my eyes to look into his.

Gently caressing my chin, he kissed me again. Slower this time.

I could not help but feel like melting in him. His fragrance was consuming me slowly. And, the after-rain smell was comforting.

And, slowly he deepened the kiss, giving me no space to escape. My breathing almost vanished and the moment he slowly lowered his gaze down to my chest, my nipples hardened even more.

An unusual ache was there in them.

And, thankfully while lowering his hand down to my stomach, he did not try to touch my breast.

I pulled my lips back a little and looked into his eyes.

Why did he not touch my breast?

Even not by mistake.

His hand were big and it was no hardship to realise that I would feel good if he would touch my chest, after having him touch my neck and chin.

His hand had some kind of magic.

And, that magic began to write a symphony over my belly. I felt him placing his palm over my bare midriff. My blouse began to feel tighter now.

Our breaths were already wild but the itch that borne in me was going to make them wilder.

I lowered my hand from the back of his head to his hand. And, placed it over it. He stared into my eyes with confusion. His eyes are as timid as mine. His lips are as red as mine. His cheeks were as flushed as mine.

I broke the eye contact by lowering my gaze to his lips and slowly pulled his hand up to my breast.

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