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Trishalini POV

His fingers gently caressed my neck, and I lowered my gaze, feeling the cold paste tickle against my neck.

My heart was sinking deep. I did not dare to look into his eyes. How could I tell him that my father thought and did everything?

I could not.

He was not just my father to him.

"It's enough," I muttered, gently pushing his hand away.

He stared silently at me, and I blinked, standing up and returning to my work.

We both did not say anything for the rest of the day. He was insanely angry, and the way he held my hair in his fist scared me to the core.

Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that he would hold me like this.

I got goosebumps on my body.

And suddenly, I did not know how to stand before him. I was ashamed of whatever my father had done.

If he wanted a war, I would be happier, but what he did was be ashamed of not only the relationship of a father but also of a teacher.

He was so into himself that he did not care about anything else. He did not even think that Singarh could double-cross him.

Which it did.

After everything that had happened to Abhi, I did not know how he would react.

He would kill him.

And, he could not kill him. I would die but would not let him raise his sword on him.

I spent the rest of the day working, looking after the restocking of grains and supplies. I heard the staff's complaints and addressed the women's complaints in our Kingdom as well.

All these were the parts of the Queen's duty.

I was insanely tired, but ever since that day, I have been scared to fall asleep. My appetite has been lost, and I am frightened for the babies every moment.

The thought of anything happening to them was not leaving my mind, nor did the memories of that disastrous night.

I could not help but realize how it feels to be backstabbed by the person you trust the most.

Whatever happened between me and my father, I never thought he would do this.

"Maharani," suddenly, Meenakshi's voice caught my attention, and I lifted my gaze from the official documents and stared blankly.

"Ji," I exclaimed in a low voice, wondering what happened.

"Der Raat ho chuki hai, na aapne bhojan kiya, na dono Yuvrajo ko bulwaya, or na hi parivar ke baare me humse poocha. Sab theek to hai na? Kahi aap abhi bhi us haadse ke baare me to nahi soch rahi?"

"It's already late at night, yet you haven't eaten, you didn't call for the two princes, and you haven't asked me about the family. Is everything alright? Are you still thinking about that incident?" she asked, and I immediately looked in the window's direction.

"It's night?" I could not believe it, but she nodded.

"Ji," she confirmed, and I immediately closed all the documents and stood up.

"Maasa and Daadisa had dinner?" I immediately asked, and she nodded.

"Ji, they are eating well, too. The idea of letting them care for Princes was good," she said, and I smiled weakly.

Though I missed keeping my babies closer to my chest, I knew they would be no less motherly than me.

Nodding, I asked, "And, Maharaj? Did he eat?"

She shook her head slowly.

"The attendees asked for the three times, but he denied it," she informed, and I lowered my gaze, inhaling a deep breath.

"Is he busy with something?" I asked, and she nodded quite tensely.

"He had asked Commander Ashwin to bring the popular rioters and question them," she muttered, and I nodded. "Questioning them with a blade, Maharani. They are getting beaten," she added, and I looked away.

"Let him do that. He is the King, and the people should have some fear. It's been long since he has been taken for granted," I muttered, and she nodded, asking further.

"Shall I bring your dinner?"

I nodded and replied, "Yes, ask someone to do that and come with me to Maasa's and Daadisa's chamber,"

She nodded, walking away, and I placed the dupatta on my head.

When she returned, we both went to their chamber and found them narrating stories to the babies.

A wide smile appeared on my face.

"Trisha," Daadisa smiled, looking at me. I leaned a little to touch their feet.

"How are you feeling? Maasa, Daadisa," I asked both of them and sat on the bed's edge.

"Good," Maasa said, caressing the baby's cheek. He smiled and stared at her.

The other one was staring at me.

"See, he knows you are here to feed them," Daadisa said, and I chuckled.

"Ji," I muttered and noticed Daadisa sitting up and placing her hand on my shoulder.

"What did he say?" she asked, and I lowered my gaze, scratching my finger a little while shaking my head.

"Nothing. Just asked me who he was," I replied, and Maasa asked.

"You are sure? Trisha. You do not know him. I mean, he must have said something. He was only here for you. Maybe someone from childhood," she suggested, and I shook my head.

"I do not know, Maasa. Everything happened so fast," I tried to say, and she nodded.

"That's okay," Daadisa muttered, "Abhinandan will figure it out," she added, and I noticed Meenakshi looking at me.

She was the only one who knew everything that happened except a few conversations. She was also the only one who knew why I could not tell anything to Abhi.

"Ji," I muttered and looked at them.

"You both should sleep now. I should take these two naughty birds to my chambers," I said, standing up, and they nodded.

Meenakshi held one baby, and I had the other.

Thankfully, they did not ask or force me to tell anything. They might have had the idea that everything was falling between Abhi and me, but their silence in this matter was really appreciated.

They believed we would sort it out.

I brought the babies back to my chamber, and before sitting down to eat my food, I fed them so that before falling asleep again, they would be light at least once.

They had a strange routine. There was no time for their hunger. I would be bathing, and they would be hungry, or I would be in the Kitchen, and they would be hungry.

And thankfully, the babies were not into crying unless they were uneasy.

After feeding them, I put them into the cradle. The attendees were fond of them. Whenever they were in my chamber, they would just come to play with them.

But I did not allow that without Meenakshi being present. They were also not allowed to touch them.

Initially, I found it very bad, but after the recent incident, I understood that protection is needed, especially when people close to you can be vicious.

While they played with the babies, I had a chapati. The memories and uneasiness were not leaving.

After I finished, I went in to take a quick bath and changed into the nightgown.

I laid the babies on the bed.

No one sleeps on the bed, so their frequent pees would not be a problem for anyone. And I did not feel disgusted with their anything.

"What are you looking at?" I asked in a low voice, staring at Harsh, who was silently staring at me. At the same time, Yash was busy with the thread in his hand.

But, just then, I asked that, and he looked at him.

Their eyes were beautiful.

They cooed, and I leaned in closer to kiss their chests. Laying on my back and lifting my face with the help of my elbows, I looked at them.

They tried to touch my face.

"Yeah? Daadisa told you a story," I asked, and they stared blankly. They were observant. They would just stop doing everything and listen to me whenever I spoke.

A smile appeared on my face.

"You did not meet your Baapusa?" I asked, and they cooed as if they were trying to say 'yes.'

Babies are such a blessing. No matter how much you have inside, when you go near them, your spirit just lifts. Their aura is so pure and potent.

"My babies are getting big," I muttered and tickled them a little, and they tried to touch my lips.

I did not know how long I had been playing with them; it was midnight, and they had fallen asleep, but I was still staring at them.

Every time I closed my eyes, the flashes of that night blurred my vision; I opened my eyes.

It was getting worse.

Suddenly, the door to my chamber opened, and I immediately sat up, placing my hand on the dagger under the pillow. My heartbeats raced up.

But, as soon as I saw him, I inhaled a deep peace.

He had changed into a white, thin attire, his night clothes.

"It's me," he exclaimed and closed the door behind.

Lowering my gaze, I laid back and kept staring at the babies.

But I could not ignore his footsteps approaching closer.

And the moment he climbed the stairs up and sat on the other side of the bed, my heartbeat slowed down.

It had been two months since he had come here. Moreover, the day the incident happened was our first anniversary.

Somewhere, I felt I was the source of all his problems.

He laid back, right beside the babies, and placed his hand around them.

He closed his eyes, and I closed mine.

I did not know how, but his presence tore all my fear. When he was here, I knew nothing wrong would happen to our babies.

But, he was not talking to me unless it was necessary.

For the next few weeks, we both focused on our work, babies, and agendas: I on my family, and he on his Kingdom.

He did not ask anything after that day, nor was I comfortable talking about it.

I just could not lift my eyes in front of him. I was way too ashamed.

His search for the Kingdom's name was increasing, and his temper about it was shortening.

And, whoever King or Prince planned this was very sharp. He left no clue.

I did not know much about his research. We both did not interfere in each other's work.

"Maharani," suddenly, Meenakshi's voice caught my attention, and I lifted my gaze from the necklace I had just put on the table. I was to take the night bath.

"Ji," I asked.

"Maharaj said that he would be here in a while," she informed me, and my brows knit with confusion.

Why did he have to send such a message?

We were not very talkative that day, but we slept together, protected our babies, and did everything without making it evident that we were not talking.

"Oh!" I muttered and nodded, "Okay,"

I muttered, and she went away.

I was confused.

But, ignoring that, I finished my bath, changed into my night clothes, and went into the bedroom to look after the babies.

The door opened, and I noticed him walking in.

He looked as good as always. And, as distant as always.

"Are babies asleep?" he asked, walking closer to the bed, and I nodded.

"hnn. You sent a message that you would be here in a while?" I could not stop, and he nodded, staring silently at me.

"Yes," he confirmed, and I knit my brows with confusion.

And, the way he stared at me for a few more moments, I could not help but sit up and clear my throat.

"What happened?" I managed to ask in a low voice, and he walked towards my side of the bed.

His steps were slow, his gaze was tired and intense, and I could not sense his intentions.

Everything seemed to blur.

I gulped nervously when he sat beside me, facing me, and touched my hand in my lap.

My gaze lowered for a moment.

And the next thing I felt was his lips leaning into my neck. I tilted back a little and immediately pressed my hand on his chest.

My sight fell on our babies, sleeping peacefully.

But my strength was nothing in front of his, and the moment I felt his cheek brushing against mine, my lashes forced close.

But it did not feel right. Not next to our babies.

I immediately pulled back and looked into his eyes. My heartbeats were racing, and I shook my head, signaling at the babies.

He clenched his jaw a little, and he immediately stood up, holding my hand, and took me away from the bed.

Coming near the couch, he pulled me closer and placed his arm around me. His other hand cupped my cheek before he pressed his lips on my neck.

My feet stumbled a little, and the next thing I knew, I was lying under him on the couch.

My throat dried up with the intensity of his kisses on my neck. After a year, it felt dizzy to feel them.

A deep shiver ran down my body when his hand came up over my breast and pulled the strings of my overcoat with utmost urgency.

I tried to pull my knees up, but he slid his knee between my legs, and the moment he placed his hand on my breast, my eyes shut, and my struggles came to a halt.

It felt warm, like a reward for feeding his babies day and night.

But the fear of embarrassment made me gently push him away.

And, in return, he pressed my breast so hard that a moan let free from my lips, and the moment milk leaked from my nipple, I pushed him away and stood up.

But he held my hand and immediately pulled me back. My bun loosened, and my hair fell open when he made me sit on his lap.

His gaze was intense and raw. He was ready to feast on me.

Pushing the shoulders of my overcoat down, he stripped it off and lay me under him.

"Abhi," his name tore free from my lips, and before I could add anything, he pressed himself against me.

"Ah," my lashes shut closed, and he whispered in my ear.

"Stop struggling, Trisha,"

My body shivered, and my fingers trembled when he pinned both of my hands over my head all of a sudden.

I gave up on my embarrassment and timidity.

"Anhh," my toes rolled as he pressed his hard self against mine. My whole body went lifeliness yet alive.

The memories from a year ago took birth, blurred my closed vision, and showed me the endless possibilities of our marriage.

It was not over yet.

He slipped the other leg between my legs as well, and the moment he slipped his hand down to my thighs, I caressed my cheek against his. He pulled my leg up and gently pressed himself against me.

I shivered visibly, feeling his hard manhood against my core.

I could not stop myself from kissing his cheek; my hands slipped through his hold, only to wrap around his shoulders while he was sucking on my neck.

It was intensely hard yet soft.

His breath was making me weak, and the moment he lifted his face a little up and looked into my eyes, I died.

There was a fear in me, along with the desires.

After whatever happened, I did not know if he would accept me back, but I was there to risk everything I still had.

So, pulling myself a little up, I tried to kiss him. But the restraints did not let me reach his lips. And he cupped my neck while leaning in closer to my lips.

I felt his breath fanning over my lips. His lips gently brushed against mine, and he muttered.

"I want to feel you, Trisha. " His words made me flutter my gaze, and I immediately tried to pull myself up and kiss him.

But he did not let me. His hand on my neck made me feel insane and out of control.

"Please," I muttered, and he leaned in closer and kissed the side of my lips.

"I want to keep you awake all night, struggling under me, and explore what I can do for you," he breathed over my lips. The memories of our first night and the two more nights we spent together blurred my vision.

His words did something to me.

"Do it, please," I could not stop myself and tried to rub myself against him, which was next to impossible under his weight.

"I will, I will do everything," he whispered and kissed the side of my cheek again.

"Tell me the name," he muttered suddenly, and my whole body froze.

"Hn?" I blinked, staring into his eyes.

He leaned in closer to my lips and breathed.

"Just name it, Trisha," he muttered, and I closed my eyes.

The feeling of him with me would be out of the World. But the mere thought of him losing the throne made me push him away and sit up.

My heart beats raced. I could not believe he did all of this just to get my name out of my head.

"Hum nahi bata sakte,"

"I cannot tell you," I muttered and stood up from the couch.

He immediately held my hand and pulled me closer. Twisting my hand behind me, he stood tall and looked angrily into my eyes.

"Kyu, humse jyada prem karti ho usse? Dhokha diya hai hume? Kuch galti hai tumse? Kuch esa kiya hai jo nahi karna chahiye tha?"

"Why do you love him more than me? Have you betrayed me? Have you made a mistake? Done something you shouldn't have?" he asked, and I gulped, shaking my head slowly.

"Bas nahi bata sakte. Sahi samay par bata denge,"

"I just cannot tell you. I will, at the right time," I tried to say, trying to pull my hand from his.

It was hurting me.

He tightened his jaw and closed his eyes for a moment. His hand crushed my wrist, and a tear rolled down my cheek with the pain.

"Dard ho raha hai hume,"

"It's hurting me," I muttered breathlessly, and he looked into my eyes.

"Hume bhi dard ho raha hai,"

"It's hurting me, too," he exclaimed, and I lowered my gaze with fear.

And suddenly, the baby began crying, and his gaze softened.

Both of them began crying, and he left my hand and blinked, looking in their direction.

I caressed my hand a little and he looked back at me. I lowered my gaze. Suddenly, he stepped closer and I immediately took a step back.

Everything felt distant.

But he held my arm, stepped closer, and leaned in. I looked away when he pecked my cheek.

I did not need it. I wanted him to trust me—only a little.

I knew he was Samrat, and I could not feel even the hundredth part of his feelings.

But I could not let anything happen to him, to his late father's dream.

Taking the steps back, I quickly put on my overcoat, walked towards the bed, and parted the curtains to look at my crying angels.

"What happened? I am right here," I muttered, sitting next to them. I lifted both of them in my hands. I had learnt how to pick both of them together, and I stood up to walk them a little.

"Ohhh! My babies, what happened? I am here. See, your father is also here, aww, my little angels," I muttered, trying to talk to them.

They began to calm down a little, and I noticed him walking closer to me and taking one in his hand.

"Ohhh, My baby," he said and pulled him closer to his chest.

We both walked into the chamber and tried to calm them down.

"Are they hungry?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"I fed them before you came. It's not their mealtime. I do not know why they woke up," I said, and he nodded.

After some time, both of them calmed down, and we put them to sleep.

But, the elephant in the chamber was too big—our distance.

"Aap bhi so jaiye ab. Subah uthna hoga aapko,"

"You should sleep now, too. You'll have to wake up in the morning," I said, and he looked away for a moment and muttered.

"Okay,"

For a moment, I thought that he wanted to say something else.

He lay down on his side and placed his arm on his eyes. I gulped and lay down as well. Pulling the comforters up, I covered the babies and myself a little more and closed my eyes.

I hoped that I could tell him and get over this distance already. It was eating me up.

I woke up sometime when I noticed the babies cooing and saw him playing with them. A smile appeared on my face, seeing how he was whispering to them and tickling.

He looked at me all of a sudden.

"They woke up," he exclaimed, and I inhaled deeply, sitting up. Tying my hair in a bun, I muttered.

"It's their mealtime," I explained, and he just stared silently at me.

I opened the top two strings of my overcoat, followed by the strings of my inner, and bared my breast before putting Yash on the left side of my lap.

He immediately began suckling and rolling his toes.

I put Harsh on the right side of my lap, and he also began suckling.

My hands were under their heads, and their feet were hooked under my arms.

Abhi shifted on his chest and looked at them.

"Do they exhaust you?" he asked, and I gulped, shaking my head slowly.

"No, they make me feel special. They make me feel loved. It's their right to wake their mother up whenever they want," I said. He smiled, leaning in closer, and kissed Yash's head.

His forehead brushed against my chest, and suddenly, he kissed him again. I felt his lips kiss my finger mistakenly.

Pulling back, he caressed Harsh's head, and he threw his legs a little.

"Do they love me?" he asked, and I lowered my gaze to them and nodded.

"They love you so much," I confirmed, and he smiled weakly and kept staring at them until they fell asleep again. I pulled my nipples out and adjusted my clothes.

I put them on the bed gently, closer to each other, letting them touch their hands, and looked at him.

He was staring at me, too.

A slight smile appeared on my face as he lay straight, widening his arms.

Shifting slowly, I lay back and placed my head on his chest.

He wrapped his arm gently around me and kissed my forehead.

I knew he would not have done it if I were not the mother of his babies. He would be a thousand times more mad.

Things stayed the same for two more years. The babies kept us close, and the secret kept us apart.

The babies had teeth now, learned to walk, and even spoke not-so-clearly as well.

They were fast learners and very naughty.

They would spend their days paying attention to everything in the Kingdom.

They would wake me up with their suckling, and sometimes, I would yell at them not to do that. And they did not care at all.

Well, they were growing up. I wanted them to give up on breast milk, but they were not stopping.

After that, they would wake their sleeping father to have a bath with him and begin their day.

Abhi was the best father. He kept them with him while bathing, getting ready, having breakfast, fencing practice, and praying.

He was filling them with the discipline.

They knew that their father had to go to court, and sometimes, they both would ask their Ashwin Kaakusa to take them there.

And, if he would deny, they would just do something to force him.

They loved spending time with the men. His father, Ashwin, was a soldier, and trust me, they had everyone in the Kingdom on their tiny fingers.

After having lunch, they would go to their Maasa and Daadisa to play with them, listen to the stories, and have the evening breakfast with them.

I used that time to finish my work.

In the late evening, they would come back to me. Yes, when they wanted another meal from my breasts.

I was their mother only for the milk.

Their father was their everything now.

"Maasa, Baapusa kab aaenge?"

"Maasa, when will Baapusa come?" Yash asked, staring outside and having a wooden elephant in his hand.

"Yes, Maasa, when will Baapusa come here?" Harsh added, and I inhaled deeply.

"Aa jaenge, aap dono khana khaiye idhar aake,"

"He will come; you two both come here and eat," I said, holding the tiny bites in my hand, waiting for them to finish running around the couch round and reach me.

Feeding them was the hardest task. They could not sit even for a single moment.

And, sometimes, I hated it.

They had so many friends now. All the children of staff, maids, high officials, and soldiers residing in the Kingdom were their friends.

Many times, they all had a high-security meeting in my resting area near the garden, which no one was allowed to attend.

And Ashwin was no longer the kingdom's commander but theirs.

Even Shantanu, too.

He asked Abhi to place him in the guards of the princes.

"Harsh, Yash, come here, or I will feed it to Meenakshi," I said, and they both immediately looked at me before looking at Meenakshi.

They laughed at me and came running to me.

Placing their heads in my lap, they opened their mouths, and I fed them both quickly.

They ran back after each other, taking another round of couches, when suddenly the door opened, and Abhi walked in.

They both screamed and ran towards him.

"Baapusa," their scream was so loud that it echoed in the chamber. Abhi smiled, looking at them before lifting them in his arms.

"Bhojan kar liya ya nahi,"

"Have you had dinner yet?" he asked, and they just laughed, and Abhi looked at me.

"Apni maasa ko tang mat kiya karo. Kitni baar samjhaya hai aap dono ko. Pitayi hogi,"

"Don't trouble your mother. How many times have I told both of you? You'll get a spanking," he said and walked towards me.

Putting both of them down, he sat beside me and said.

"Come on, sit here," he said, signalling towards the small couches made for them and kept in front of me.

They immediately tried to climb them. And Abhi helped them to sit.

"Aapne aaj kya nirnay liya, Baapusa,"

"What did you decide today, Baapusa," Yash asked, and Harsh looked at him.

"Did not you hear what he said in the court? He said that the new soldiers would begin training in a week," he said, and Abhi chuckled.

"After a week, Harsh," he corrected, and they both looked at him with the utmost seriousness.

"After a week?" Harsh asked, and he nodded.

I quickly made another bite and fed them both.

"Yes, after means the day that comes forward, and before means the day that you lived," he explained, and Yash asked after finishing his chewing.

"And, what is a week?" he asked, and I immediately fed them another bite.

"Week means seven days. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday," Abhi explained, and they both looked confused.

"Tomorrow is Sunday?" Harsh asked, and he shook his head.

"It's Thursday. The day dedicated to the teachers," Abhi said, and Yash immediately asked.

"But, you said Sunday first. Then, how tomorrow is Thursday," he asked, and Abhi chuckled.

"Kaha se aate hai aapke pass itne prashn,"

"From where do you get all these questions?" he asked and looked at me.

"I think we should get them their first teacher," he said, and I fed them quickly again and looked at him.

"What is a teacher? Baapusa," Yash asked.

He scratched his eyebrow, and I nodded.

"Yes, they are getting out of control," I complained, and Harsh immediately pushed my hand away.

"She is lying," he said to his father, who immediately looked at him and shook his head.

"Aapki Maasa ke baare me kuch nahi sunenge hum,"

"I would not hear anything against your mother," he declared, and Yash looked at him.

"Eat, Hashhh," he said, and I smiled, pulling Harsh in my arms and kissing his cheek.

"My baby, I am not complaining. Why do you get angry?" I asked and fed him another bite.

"Go to bed on time. We will meet your Bua-sa tomorrow," his father disclosed, and they both immediately jumped with happiness.

"Bua-sa?" Harsh asked, and he nodded.

"Bua-sa, Fufa-sa, Rudraja, and everyone," he said, and I smiled, noticing their happiness.

It was Rudraja's first birthday tomorrow.

They slipped through my hold and went for a run and jumping.

They were cute. They did not know how to speak clearly, and they grew with each day. But they were still children. They were stubborn. If they wanted the milk, they would begin crying and feeling irritated.

And, at that time, even their father could not handle them.

And they were still tiny.

But, I knew many people closely.

"Come here, both of you," their father said, and they did not listen. He had to stand up finally and bring them to me.

"Finish eating," he said, holding them in his arms while I fed them.

Leaning in, he kissed their heads.

I knew things would be a lot different if they had not come into our lives.

Now, I understood why Baapusa was too needy about the grandchildren. He knew that those little souls could hold the family together.

After they finished eating, I washed my hands and said.

"Come on, come with me," I said, and they both stepped down and walked behind me to the bathing room.

"Pee and go to bed," I said, and they were already pee and poop trained.

After peeing, they washed their hands and ran to the bed to sleep.

Abhi asked me to put them to sleep early in bed so that they would wake up early in the morning.

And, many times, they would wake up before us.

But, they had a habit of sleeping in the morning after their first meal and breast milk.

"Maasa, bubu," Yash screamed at me, and I immediately looked at him.

"No, you had it in the morning. And you have just eaten," I said, and Harsh began to cry.

"Ahhh, Maasa, bubu," he raised his voice, and I gritted my teeth.

Abhi stood up, walked to them, and lay beside them.

"You both are big now. You should stop it," he said, and they began crying now.

"Nooooooo, bubu," they yelled, and I shook my head.

"I am going to take the bath," I said and left.

He tried to calm them down, but they both behaved like two-year-olds and kept crying and screaming.

I tied my hair in a bun and walked towards the bed.

"Aapke baapusa yahi hai,"

"Your father is here," I said, and Yash said, looking at him.

"He does not watch, Maasa," he said, and Harsh crawled to him and put his hands on his eyes.

Abhi chuckled, and I looked at Yash lying on my lap and pushed my overcoat down.

"Only a little," I said. I did not know why I could not deny them.

Also, the breast milk was good for them.

And, thankfully, I had plenty for them.

My breasts would hurt sometimes if I did not feed them.

As I lay on the bed, I placed my head against the pile of pillows. They pulled my gown down, laid beside me, and began suckling.

Abhi was just staring at them.

He gets angry with them sometimes.

"Inko Daanta karo, Trisha, esee to ye kabhi nahi chhodenge,"

"You should scold them, Trisha, or they will never stop," he said, and I caressed their heads. They were sleepy now.

"Bache hai, humse mana nahi hota, Abhi,"

"They are kids; I cannot say no to them, Abhi," I muttered, and once they fell asleep, I put them to bed.

"Sometimes, looking at them, I feel like we should have more babies," he said, and I sighed before adjusting my clothes and standing up from the bed.

He stood up, too, and we both went to the couch.

"Bhojan mangwa le,"

"Should I call for the dinner?" I asked, and he nodded.

He had already taken the bath and changed into his night clothes.

I asked Meenakshi and sat down on the couch. He sat beside me.

"I am wondering if we should appoint your father as their teacher," he said, and I immediately looked at him.

"What? Why?" I asked, placing my head on his shoulder as I usually did. He kissed my forehead.

"I can trust him. He is family, so he would not harm the babies," he said, and I closed my eyes for a moment.

"He is getting old, and babies are naughty. I do not think he would be able to manage," I said, and he placed his hand on mine and caressed it.

"Okay, as you say," he said, and I looked up at him.

"Kal ke liye sab taiyaari ho gayi hai,"

"It's all ready for tomorrow," I told him, and he nodded.

"Why do you not tell me? Trisha. It's been so long. Do you not feel enraged against whoever he is?" he asked, and I straightened up.

"You know, I hate you sometimes. You have ruined our relationship. The only thing that makes me come here is our kids. It feels like I do not even know you. You are behaving like a perfect wife, Queen, but I only know what kind of person you really are," he said, and I silently listened to his hateful words until dinner arrived.

He signed, and as usual, we ate in silence. We only talked if there was anything to talk about.

Otherwise, we would just stay with the kids, fulfill our responsibilities, and live our lives.

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