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Trishalini POV

It was something important, and I feared that after hearing it, he would get even more upset. Somewhere, this unspoken distance was to prevent further distance between us.

"Um, I wanted to meet you," I said, biting my lips.

"Why? Is anything important?" he asked, and I shook my head slowly.

"Not really," I muttered. He nodded and placed his hand on my head before leaning in, kissing the side of my forehead, and muttering.

"You know I am blessed to have you as my Queen. You halve my work," he said, and a smile appeared on my face.

"Well, you asked me to be Queen for you. I am becoming one," I said, and he nodded while inhaling deeply.

"Alright, you should go and rest," he said, standing up from the couch.

My heart sank deeper, seeing him walking away from there.

"Should I?" I asked, and he turned back to look at me and nodded.

"Of course. You work so hard. It's past midnight. We both have to wake up early in the morning. And I should go take the bath," he said, and I nodded, lowering my gaze.

Standing up, I placed my hand on my stomach and turned my gaze to look at the door.

"Good night," he muttered, and I nodded, walking away from there.

Inhaling deeply, I stepped into my chamber, and Meenakshi's voice caught my attention.

"Should I prepare the bath for you now?" she asked, and I nodded absentmindedly.

This was our life now?

Just friendship?

Nothing else?

Just King and Queen?

Were we not just living for the Kingdom and people?

What were my feelings and desires?

Desires.

I had desires.

I wanted to talk to him about stupid things. I wanted to collect him in my arms and tell him he did not have to be this strong. And, that too, alone.

He did not have to be the King in front of me, at least.

I understood the responsibilities, but he was willingly pushing him more. And he knew what he was doing.

He did not have to go and kill the dacoits that day. But he still went and came back with blood on his clothes.

He was becoming ruthless. And the irony was that people were applauding him for that.

They were happing having innocence and softness murdered.

I had forgotten how his smile used to look.

The cupid's bow that appeared when he would smile had just vanished somewhere.

"Maharani, your bath is ready," Meenakshi informed me, and I closed my eyes.

And, I feared that after knowing that I might be pregnant, he would go even more distant.

It was more than six weeks since I had bled.

And I had not told anyone about it.

Because he should be the one to know about it.

And, a part of me did not want to tell him about it because it would hurt him even more. He had not met Baapusa since the crowning ceremony. He was surrounded by everyone but seemed absolutely isolated.

I did not know what he was actually thinking, what he had done to the older Abhi, or when that Abhi would return.

I was missing that Abhi so much.

"Maharani," Meenakshi's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I nodded, turning my gaze back to her.

"Right, take the bath and sleep," I muttered under my breath and walked with her to dressing room. She helped me take off my jewellery that used to stop bothering me now.

Because I had bigger things to be bothered with.

Stripping my clothes down, I had a white cloth wrapped around me.

Even my nakedness had stopped making me feel vulnerable.

"Are you okay, Maharani sa?" Meenakshi asked, helping me step inside the pool, and I nodded.

"I cannot help but feel like there is a distance between us, Meenakshi. Is it normal to feel this way?" I asked, looking at her. She lowered her gaze while sitting behind me and began to apply the paste all over my body.

"It's not. And it's better to take some action before it starts feeling normal," she muttered in a low voice, and I shook my head.

"He is overworking. He is politely avoiding me," I tried to say, and she smiled weakly.

"I know, I can see things. Everyone can," she said, and I lowered my gaze and shook my head.

"I know it's new for him, but," I sewed with my lips and felt Meenakshi's warm hand on my shoulder.

"Then you should try talking to him," she said, and I looked back at her.

"He does not come to my chamber," I stated, and she smiled widely.

"Then, you should go to his. He is your husband. You do not need anyone's permission," she said, making me close my eyes.

It was not that easy.

He was not the same person now. He was not the person who would laugh seeing him. He was not the same person who did stupid things to catch my attention.

He did not care about my attention at all.

Had I done something wrong?

But he was behaving nicely. We had not fought over anything. We would talk calmly, and nothing felt changed.

But everything had changed.

"Baisa, You have not bled since you arrived in the Kingdom," suddenly, Meenakshi's voice caught my attention, and I opened my eyes to look at her.

"I think you are late," she said, and I tried to shake my head.

"It must be something else," my voice shook a little. The more I tried not to think about him, the more I wanted to be in his arms.

I wanted that kisses, the sorries, the love confessions.

I wanted that everything back.

"You should see the physician," she said, and I closed my eyes.

Physician.

Only he was the one who could cure my sinking heart. I wanted him to at least hug me tightly like he used to do.

"Do you think he will get angry if I go and meet him now?" I immediately asked, turning my gaze back to her, and she looked surprised.

"Now?" She asked, and I nodded.

"Is it okay for the Queen to see the King after midnight? I mean, would anyone notice me walking down the garden this late?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"Go without the lamp," her words made me inhale profoundly, and I said.

"Finish it soon,"

She moved her hands faster to help me finish the bath soon. After doing so, I let my open hair down, quickly changed into my nightgown, and asked Meenakshi to go to sleep and not wait for me.

I knew he would like me still awake, but I wanted to.

I wanted to be near him.

Sweat beads appeared on my palms as I took my first step out of the chamber. It was dark around. But I could see the fire torches hanging near the garden door of his chamber.

As I walked down the garden, the noise of my anklet bells alerted all the crickets and night insects to stop for a while.

The soldiers looked surprised but did not say anything.

"Could you please make sure that nobody disturbs him before I walk out?" I asked, and they nodded.

"Ji, ji, Maharani," they replied in sync, and I inhaled a deep breath.

I was not pregnant yet. Not before it was official.

It could be stress or something else.

I stepped inside the chamber and closed my eyes for a moment.

It was the same person. My husband. He would not bite me.

As I walked through the gallery towards his bedroom, I could not help but feel my heartbeat shallowing and my breaths slowing.

It was dimly lit, and standing before the closed curtains, I gulped nervously before parting them a little and stepping inside.

My gaze immediately noticed the empty bed.

Where was he?

Raking my eyes all around, I darted them to the dressing room.

My feet felt heavier all of a sudden to move.

As soon as I stood before the dressing room's gate, I noticed him walking out half naked, only in his foot-length loincloth.

His hand held a book.

"Are you still awake?" he asked with surprise. I tried to say something, but nothing came out of my mouth.

"Y... yes," I managed to say, and he knitted his brows and stepped closer to me.

"Why? Do you want to tell anything?" he asked, and I took a step back.

This was not right.

What was I doing here?

If he did not want anything else between us, then how could I make him?

I shook my head.

"Um, I'm sorry. I think it can wait until tomorrow," I tried to say and turned my feet to walk out.

"Trisha," he called me all of a sudden, and I closed my eyes for a moment.

"What happened? Tell me," he asked, and I felt him standing before him. He wore a kurta now.

"Nothing," I muttered and felt my heart sinking deeper.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and I lifted my gaze to look into his eyes—the same old, dark eyes but with a newfound intensity and aura. I hated them. They had eaten my old Abhi.

The tears appeared in my eyes, and his eyes blinked silently.

"Trisha, what happened?" he asked, stepping closer. I shook my head but could not stop myself from stepping away.

"Are we done?" I asked, and he knit his brows.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

The tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Are we done? Us? Abhinandan and Trisha?" I asked, and he tried to cup my cheek, so I stepped back more.

"What do you mean? Why are you crying? What happened?" he asked, and I lowered my gaze.

"Us? Or we are just Maharaj and Maharani now? Are we done? Us? You loved me. You said it. What about it?" I could not stop myself from asking, and more tears rolled down my cheeks.

He stood silent.

"You did not want me to love you," he muttered, and I immediately pushed his hands away.

"Who said that?" I asked with a breaking voice, and he lowered his gaze and shook his head.

"You should go and rest. We both need to get up early," he said, stepping away from me. I palmed my face and shook my head.

"No," I muttered.

"What?" he asked.

"No, I do not want to rest," I said and stepped closer to him.

"What do you want to hear?" I asked, and he knit his brows.

"Nothing," he smiled. "What happened to you?" he asked, and I looked away, unable to control my quivering lips.

I did not know how to say it.

I did not know how to tell him.

My heartbeats were so low, and I could feel my heart coming out of my chest at any moment.

"I do not want to rest," I said again, and he cupped my cheek.

"But, what happened?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"Does something need to happen for me to sleep with my husband?" I asked, and he gulped, staring blankly at me.

He shook his head.

"We cannot," he said, and I immediately stepped closer to him, fisted my hands on his kurta, and pulled him closer to me.

"Why now? What have I done?" I asked, and he closed his eyes.

"The feelings were not mutual. And they will never be," my heart ached to hear him, and I lowered my gaze.

"What am I to you then?" I asked, and he muttered in a low voice.

"What you are for everyone. The Queen Trishalini," he said inhaled a sharp breath and stepped closer to him.

"Abhi, I did not want to be the Queen. I did not marry you to become the Queen," I said, my voice raised, and he nodded.

"I know; I am sorry you are suffering because of me. But, the child was just an ex—"

"Take me to bed," I could not stop and lifted myself to press my lips against his. But, due to our height, I could not claim them.

"What do you mean? He asked in a low and uneven voice, and I gulped thirstily, pulling his collar down and pushing myself up on my toes.

"Take me, Abhi, please, do everything you did on that night," my heart was pounding louder in my chest, and I did not know what I was saying.

"Trisha, that was... a mista... It should not have happened. We should not have... I mean, you do not love me. And, we are better as friends and partners," he breathed almost into my mouth.

"Nohhh," I ran out of breath and pressed my lips against his. My fingers curled around his neck.

"Please, Abhi, please, take me to bed. Please," a trail of tears rolled down my cheeks.

"It's wrong. We should have feelings for each other," he muttered. I pushed him against the wall and closed my eyes, inhaling his scent. My heartbeats calmed down a little.

"Please, Abhi, please," I muttered, pressing my forehead against his chest. My hands circled around his waist, my finger clutching on his kurta.

My body was on fire.

But there was something else that was on fire, too.

My heart and my soul.

I was done staying silent.

He could not make me crave for him after taking everything from me. His baby was inside me, most probably, and if not today, it would not happen ever after again.

"Please," I breathed shakily, noticing him not even making a single.

"Please, I love you so much, please, please do not make me beg, Abhi, please," I broke into cries and lifted my face to look up at him.

He stared blankly at me.

"Please. I do not want us to be friends. I want what he had for those few days. I miss that. I love that. I need that Abhi back. Please. I cannot stay alive without him. He was my breath. He was keeping me sane. I need his love. I want him back, please," I muttered. Suddenly, he crashed his lips against mine, and I stopped breathing.

My heartbeats stopped, and the next thing I remembered was taking my steps back, hanging almost in the air as his hand snaked my waist and pulled me up a little. My anklet bells echoed in the empty chamber, along with our shallowing and uneven breaths.

"Say that again," he breathed into my mouth. His voice sent chills down my spine, and my throat ran dry when he lifted me in his arms.

"Do not make me beg," I muttered and pressed my lips against his. He moved his hand from the small of my back to my nape and pulled back a little.

"Not this. Something about love," he muttered, and I lowered my gaze and shook my head.

"Do not stop, please," I muttered and felt as if I had turned into the wilderness, and he had lit me to fire. Wildfire.

As he tried to pull back, I could not help but use my teeth. He inhaled sharply, and suddenly, I was lying on the bed under him.

His gaze sharpened at my lips, and his hand held both of my hands over my head, one cupping my cheek before he pressed his lips against me.

My stomach twisted, and I pulled my knees up, pushing my toes into the mattress when he cupped my jaw and claimed both my lips together with his. Suddenly, he bit against my lips, and I hissed in pain.

"Annhhhhhhh," I cried out, and he pulled back a little just for a moment before sucking my lips again.

"Say that again, Trisha, or this will never happen," he muttered in my mouth. Only its vibration could be heard.

"I love you," I breathed, and he caressed my chin.

"I love you," I muttered again and felt his hand moving down to my midriff.

"I love you so much. I miss my husband. I respect the King, but I need him back," I muttered in a slow breath. I pulled my hand through his hold and cupped his cheeks in an emergency before pushing him down under me and claiming his lips with mine.

He did not do anything and lay silently until I kept sucking on his lips. I sucked them gently, slowly, passionately, and harshly, and when I wanted to punish him, I bit them and earned a solid and deep hiss from him.

His eyes stared into mine, and I sat up a little while staring at me.

My hands moved down to his chest and I gulped and tried to mutter.

"Take it off,"

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