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Trishalini POV

His words burdened my chest and I nodded, slowly.

"I will not," my voice came out slowly and, I noticed him standing up from the couch. His physique had always put me in my place, but not more than now.

"I am sorry," he muttered and I shook my head.

"You do not have to," I said and held his hand to make him walk towards the mirror.

"People are waiting for us," I tried to say, and he nodded slightly.

I gulped and walked around to grab his White, embroidered Kurta to wear. He looked at me carrying it through the mirror, beside him. I let it fall and held the shoulder. His chest was heaving up and down, revealing how bad it was for him.

He slid his arm into Kurta's arm and I walked to the other side so that he could do that with the other.

"I will never make my child do anything against his or her wish," he breathed and I could not help but smile a little.

He was thinking of a child.

Standing before him, I pulled the edges and noticed him smoothening his arms. I lowered my gaze to the strings of his kurta. The inner ones first.

As I began to tie them, I noticed his hand wrapping around my waist's back side. I felt his hand pushing the braid to the front and others on the thick golden waistband, I was wearing.

He opened it and I immediately looked up at him.

I blinked nervously and silently with questioning eyes.

He just stared at my face before lowering his gaze down to my back, through the mirror.

I looked behind me at it for a moment too and noticed him hooking the waistband again.

My heart was ready to come out of my chest a moment ago.

"What did you do?" I managed to ask and felt him slipping his finger inside my waistband and trailing it around my waist.

I felt tickled.

"It seemed tight," he muttered in a low voice and I lowered my gaze, blinking silently and almost finished with his Kurta.

I quickly made the last knot before his finger could reach my navel and stepped back from him.

My heartbeats were racing wild.

My father always said that nothing could be more unpredictable than a young and newly adult lion in pain.

And, I had just witnessed him going through a lot of pain.

"Should I call someone to dress you up?" I asked, and he looked at me.

"No," he replied, "When they are not here to witness the death of the Prince, they do not deserve to see the birth of a King," he muttered and looked away to grab his overcoat.

I immediately lowered my gaze.

He slipped his arms into his overcoat and smoothed his edges all by himself.

I stepped forward to hold it strings and seeing him showing no offence, I moved ahead to tie them neatly.

"I know you are hurt," I tried to say and he shook his head.

"I am not," he muttered.

He leaned forward, slightly over me to reach the dressing table and grabbed the rings.

I gulped seeing him slipping the rings into his fingers.

And, when the turn came to his little finger carrying my old and worn-out ring, my heart ached to see him pulling it out and replacing it with a green stoned one.

I forwarded my hand to take it back if he was willing to. Before he could notice my hand, he opened a drawer and I blinked nervously finding it filled it chains adorned in wooden boxes. He grabbed the last box and took out a thin, silver chain.

He unhooked the chain, slipped the ring inside it, and wore it around his neck.

If I would say that my cheeks did not warm up seeing it, I would be at the peak of lying.

I did not just feel warmness in my cheek, but when he pushed that chain, and the ring hanging to it, inside the folds of her clothes, I felt something in my stomach.

"I need your help," he said, looking into my eyes and I nodded, wondering what it would be.

He walked towards the other table and lifted the turban's cloth in his hand.

I blinked silently when he unfolded it and came closer to hand me the one end.

Taking it, I stepped back until it was open and neat. I noticed him pulling the other end up neatly, I also began to do that.

Next, he ran his fist across and through the turban's cloth to remove the space and sat down on a stool.

I could sense his heavy and burdened breathing.

I did not know what was going on in his mind, even I was feeling scared of him right now.

Stepping forward, I hung one side of the turban over his chest and began to tie it.

I pulled his soft curls off the forehead to the back while doing the first layer.

The innocence and the beauty of his young adulthood vanished as soon as his forehead came into the vision. The wide, tall one with no lines, except a small faded mark of cut.

I had never noticed it before.

He sat silent, letting me wrap the turban around his head, kingly style and when I was done, I noticed his eyes turning teary.

I licked on my lips with the emotions surging up yet again, and I could not stop myself from lifting his face slightly up and kissing his forehead.

"You look beautiful in this attire," I muttered and he smiled a little, though a weak one.

"Abhinandan," suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Are you here?" Maasa asked from behind and I immediately stepped back.

"Ji," he answered back.

"Do you need any help?" she asked in a slightly broken voice and he lowered his gaze before saying.

"No, I will be there in a while," he replied, and I did not know why but I did not want Maasa to just stand there.

"Okay, take your time," she replied and asked after a few moments of silence.

"Is Trisha with you?" he lifted his gaze to me and answered.

"Yes,"

I immediately looked away and Maasa replied.

"Okay, come out whenever you are ready," her voice seemed upset and broken.

I noticed the faded noise of her walking away.

Lowering my gaze, I walked silently to him and looked at the turban's ornament. Picking it up, I collected the needle and thread to sew it.

He was staring at me, and I tied the ends of the thread while walking towards him. He sat straight and parted his legs wide so that I could stand closer.

Fixing the small ornament of almond shaped with a tiny hanging red stone, over his turban's middle and began to sew it.

He sat silent as I moved the needle a few times through the fabric and the hook of the ornament and suddenly I felt his finger touching the edge of my dupatta over my waist and pulling it to the side.

I knit my brows with confusion and sucked my belly in.

"Abhi," I muttered but my voice did not come out louder.

He did not stop.

Rather, he pulled it to the extreme corner pushed his finger inside my golden waistband and pulled me closer to him.

"Abhi!" I tried to say but he just leaned in closer and placed his lips beside my navel.

My heartbeat stopped for a mere moment.

I gulped with nervousness and I tried to pull back as he was making my stomach badly. But, his soft lips reminded me of the night we had each other.

The way he sucked my neck, his hands on my breast, then him between my legs. I felt wet between my legs.

What was I thinking?

I immediately looked away.

"Abhi!" I managed to say, but he did not listen and suddenly he pulled me even closer, and I could not help but pin my focus to the needle in my hand.

I could not hurt any of us with it.

"Anh," a soft moan escaped my lips as his teeth scratched against my skin.

And, finding him still not pulling back, a tiny smile appeared on my face.

I left him to play with my belly and tried to concentrate on sewing his turban. Pulling the end of the beaded thread with three layers to the side of the turban, I began to sew it.

"Ahhh,"

He bit me and I immediately stepped back and looked into his eyes with shock.

But, he immediately pulled me back with my waistband and kissed that place softly.

"Abhi, sui chubh jaegi,"

"Abhi, you will get hurt, I have a needle in my hand," I tried to say and he pecked the side of my waist softly and muttered.

"I wanted to do it for so long. I thought you would hate me for this," he said, and I gulped silently and felt him pressing his forehead against my midriff.

"I only hate you for one thing," I muttered in a low voice and leaned in to break the thread and repeat the process with the other side of the turban.

"What?" he asked, pecking my bare midriff and I pulled back, placing my finger on his lips to push him away.

But, suddenly he parted his lips and took my red inked finger between his teeth. My heartbeats stopped feeling the cutting stones. He could bite me. But, he did not and I gulped pulling my finger back.

"You could be a King for everyone but you will always be my Prince," I muttered, gently caressing his lower lip, "Like you were when we first met," I added and he smiled weakly, shaking his head.

"I am not that boy anymore and after today I will never be," his words cut something in me and I blinked silently before leaning in and breaking the thread after sewing the ornament.

As I rolled the remaining thread around the three-inch cylindrical wood and placed it back in the wood, he stood up and held my arm.

I looked back and noticed him, pulling me slowly towards him.

My gaze lifted to meet his, with confusion.

He lowered his eyes to my hands. He held both of my elbows and gently glided his fingers down to my wrist, over my bangles.

A few were missing in one hand. Sadly broke earlier.

I looked up into his eyes for a moment, as he placed his fingers on the three bangles in my one hand.

My breath slowed down as he clutched his fingers over my bangles. My hands froze and a shiver ran through my body when those three bangles broke.

He collected the broken pieces and placed them over the table.

I noticed the even bangles in my hands.

"I know it's difficult for you, too," he said and looked into my eyes. My eyes met his dark, intense gaze, the thick brows and the beautiful lips.

"I do not know how will I do but I will always protect you," he said and brought his hand closer to my shoulder.

I blinked silently, standing out of words. He stepped closer and pulled the dupatta's edge on my shoulder and under the choker necklace.

Bringing his other hand closer he lowered his gaze down to my chest smoothened the edge of it over my chest and pulled the end of the dupatta before tucking it neatly.

His fingers mistakenly touched my bare waist.

Well, it did not seem like a mistake. He knew what he was doing.

Suddenly, his eyes met mine and I felt something in my heart. The brightness of the sun peaking through the tiny holes designed in the windows was falling on his face.

His gaze shifted to my ear and I noticed him pulling out a strand from my dressed hair.

"This is not how we dress for a big event," I tried to say but he did not care to listen and let the loose strand fall to my shoulder blades. He did the same to the other side and touched my jewellery before stepping even closer and placing his hand on my cheek.

I could not help but give in to his softness when he leaned in to kiss my forehead.

"I would not be doing it if someone else had come to ask me," he muttered and I gulped, asking in a low voice.

"Why me?"

He lifted my face a little up, slightly tilting back to meet his gaze. His lips leaned in closer and mine trembled against the warmness of the nose ring over them.

He kissed the side of my lips and caressed my chin, "To tell you how much I love you that I could dive in the burning ocean if you will ask me. And I know of all of us, you will never be standing on the wrong side," he said, and I shook my head.

"I hope you understand that this is not about choosing right or wrong sides, or personal wishes," I tried to mutter and felt him pulling my veil up from my back and standing straight, "Yes, Trisha, this is not about choosing sides,"

He placed the veil on my head and let the sides fall.

"I am sorry for asking you to do that," I said, and immediately hugged me.

I thought I could never hurt him. But, today I saw him hurt more than he had ever been seen.

He wrapped his arms around me and caressed my head.

"Do not be sorry, you will be healing my wounds," he said in a low voice.

"Of course, I will. Tell me what to do to make you feel better and I will, I promise," I said, pulling back and he just stared silently into me and nodded.

"Let's go," he muttered, pulling back and picking up his shawl and the sword.

Placing the shawl on his neatly, he held the sword in his left hand and held my right hand.

"I think I should pull my veil a little lower," I muttered to myself and quickly looked at the mirror to pull my veil down to my forehead and nodded at him.

"Please do not be angry with anyone," I said before he took a step forward, but he did not reply anything and we both walked out of his chamber.

I noticed the attendees watching us and as we both walked through the galleries, everyone stopped to let us pass by.

For a moment, I felt like earth parting into two and swallowing me but the reminder of his presence through his hand in mine was calming.

We reached the entrance of a garden and noticed many people gathered there.

As we walked through the pathway, I noticed the soldiers bending their heads down and the announcer beginning.

"Yuvraj Abhinandan Mahabalesh aur Yuvrani Trishalini Sabha me padhar rahe hai!!"

"Yuvraj Abhinandan Mahabalesh and Yuvrani Trishalini are entering the royal meeting hall!!"

His loud voice sent goosebumps down to my body and suddenly I noticed him stopping before the stairs.

I felt his hand sweating and I lowered my gaze held his hand tightly and stepped forward with my right foot.

He followed and took a step forward.

I could feel my heart coming out at any moment.

As we both climbed the stairs, I noticed almost fifty people around and the moment my sight fell on Baapusa sitting on the throne with his hand on the chest, realisation hit me.

It was happening.

Noticing everyone staring at us, I tried to pull my hand back and left my hand to adjoin his hands. I also adjoined my hands.

"Sabha me upasthit sabhi ko hamara pranam,"

"Greetings to everyone present in the hall," he said, his sheathed sword in his hand and I never heard this version of his voice. It was powerful and something angry and pissed. But, not revealing it.

Everyone stood up from their places for us and raking my eyes, I noticed everyone. Maasa, Daadisa, Nandani Jiji, Rudra Bhaisa, Ranvijay, Agastya, and many highly-ranked people I did not know.

I lowered my gaze stepped forward stepped down the two stairs walked through the middle and stopped two metres away from Baapusa.

Kneeling I touched the floor in his respect and he smiled.

He stood up from his throne and walked slowly towards me to place his hand on my head.

"Ishwar kare aapki sabhi manokaamna poorn ho,"

"May God fulfil all of your wishes," he said in a low voice and I stood up to my feet.

Meanwhile, he walked towards us and bent down to touch his feet.

"Pranam, Baapusa," he muttered and I stepped aside to walk towards Maasa.

She did not let me touch her feet. Pulling me into a hug, she muttered in my ear.

"I do not know how will I ever repay this debt," her words brought tears to my eyes.

"Please, Maasa," I muttered pulling back and hearing Baapusa say.

"Please be seated," I stepped with Maasa and sat beside her.

Men and women were seated on either side, separately. He sat right in front of me, never lifting his gaze from the floor.

I wanted to know what else, what more he was thinking. Because he was anything but at peace.

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