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Trishalini POV

"We did, Maasa," the kids answered and laid back on the bed, pulling the comforters up, and I immediately pulled it and said.

"Come on, I know you are lying. Take out your books and finish your homework," I said, and they both immediately ran from the bed to their father.

"Baapusa, we have finished it. Tell Maasa," Harsh said, and Yash hid behind him.

"We will sleep with you in your chamber," Yash said, and I pushed my hair behind and walked towards them.

"Sleep in whoever's chamber you want, but first finish your work," I said, and they both jumped into his lap.

"Let's go, Baapusa. We will sleep with you," Harsh said, shaking his head.

"I am sleeping with your mother tonight. So, if you want to sleep alone, you can go, or if you want to sleep with me and her, finish your homework," he said, and I inhaled deeply.

"Did you two listen to what he said?" I asked and held their hands.

"Come on, bring your notebooks," I said, and they both gritted their teeth and glared at him.

"Do not give me looks," he said and added. "Listen to whatever she says,"

I sat down beside me, watching them angrily going to bring their books.

"Trisha," he called suddenly, and I gulped silently before looking at him.

"Ji?" I asked, and he stared silently at me, his intense red eyes staring into mine.

I immediately lowered my gaze, feeling a tightness in my chest.

"Are you angry with me?" he asked, and I looked up before shaking my head.

"Why would I be?" I asked, and the kids came back running. I immediately pulled them up to make them sit between us.

"What did your Guruji ask you to learn?" I asked, and they opened their books and said.

"Counting. We are learning to count," Harsh said, showing me his beautiful handwriting.

"Yes, Maasa, do you know Guruji said that after we learn after a thousand, we can count our soldiers," Yash said, and Harsh stood on the couch and turned my face to him. Their hands were still tiny.

"Maasa, you know we have seventeen friends," he said, and I smiled.

"Really?" I asked and looked at him.

"Yes, and you have two beautiful eyes, two lips, one nose, two ears, two hands—"

"How many hairs do you have?" I asked, cutting him off, and he knit his brows.

"Hair?" he asked, and I laughed.

I helped them revise the counting and made them repeat it twice while he stared silently at me.

I knew he wanted to talk, but I did not understand why I did not feel like it.

And what should we talk about?

What I had with my work and babies was precious. And I did not want to put anything at stake now. I could not risk this precious life.

He never understood me, and he never would.

Honestly, I wanted to tell him many times, but every time he moved his steps away from me, every time he chose to stay away from me, every time he showed his anger toward me, I felt like he would not listen to me. He would not understand.

The babies yawned and closed their books.

Harsh looked at me and crawled to sit in his lap.

"What happened?" he asked as Harsh placed his head on his chest.

"I am feeling sleepy," he said, and Yash also moved into his lap and closed his eyes.

But I felt that despite being everything, he did everything for everyone. He never let the differences between us come between our kids or showed them in front of anyone.

He always respected me in front of others.

I knew I could kill my father and just be happy with him.

But why did our happiness depend only on that secret?

Did we become husband and wife to share that secret? If not, why was everything stripped down to it between us?

Why did he give it so much importance, knowing that one day he would know and kill the culprit?

Was I nothing for him than a pride?

"Come, let me put both of you to sleep," he said, taking them to the bed and putting them to sleep. He caressed their heads gently, as he usually pulled the comforters up.

When they both slept, he pulled the curtains to blind the lights and looked at me.

I remembered the moment he cut their cords.

He fulfilled that promise.

He just hated people hiding things from him; otherwise, he would be the best person to be with.

Walking back, he sat beside me, and I did not know why I did not feel okay sitting with him like this.

"Hum dekhkar aate hai, bhojan kaha reh gaya,"

"I should go and see where dinner is," I said and stood up from the couch to walk away, but he immediately held my hand and gently pulled me back.

I looked into his eyes with confusion.

They made me feel uncomfortable, making me immediately look away. My heart felt heavy.

"Trisha," he muttered, and I picked up the towel from the couch's arm and began to fold it. The kids would need it in the morning.

"Actually," I immediately said, looking at him, "I was wondering if we should offer compensation for the wounded in the battle," I said, and he nodded.

"Yes," his eyes had turned red.

"And, there are so many cases of parents sending their underage kids to work in the Kingdom. The kids are fragile, and sometimes, they get burned or wounded. I mean, they—"

Suddenly, he hugged me, and my breath stopped.

His cheek brushed against mine, his strong arm wrapped around me, another around my waist, and the warmth of his chest sent a sudden shiver into my body, making my guards fall.

My lashes felt heavy, and a tear rolled down my cheek with the overwhelmingness before falling close.

And, suddenly, he pulled me into his lap, and my face tilted sidewards. My lips pressed into his shoulder as he firmed the hold around me.

My soul departed from my body as I stayed lifeless in his arms. His warmth lighted a hope in me. I had forgotten how his chest used to feel. I had forgotten how caring his arms were to me.

He placed his hand on the back of my head and caressed it gently.

I did not know what I felt, but a part of me always longed for his loving and caring side. I could never forget that one year of my life when there was someone to love me.

Well, he was always there if I needed anything, but he stayed distant.

But I knew there were a few things that he could not handle well. And immorality was one among them.

And he was always like that. If he did not like anything, he would not only punish the other person with distance but himself.

A part of me hated him for being so rigid with me, but others knew that he suffered more than me. At least I knew the truth, but he burnt for it.

Still, this closeness made me feel uncomfortable.

Pulling back, I tried to move aside, but he touched my cheek and made me look into his eyes.

I kept my gaze low.

"Where is my Trisha?" he asked in a slow whisper, and I sobbed a little, feeling him washing my tears off.

"Dead," I muttered, and he immediately pulled me closer and pressed his forehead against mine.

"I am sorry for hurting you," he said, and I could not help but cry, remembering all the nights I spent alone.

I could not control my voice, and the more I remembered how we had stayed away from each other, the louder I cried.

He immediately pressed his hand on my mouth and pulled me closer.

"Shhhh, calm down," his voice sounded broken, and he muttered in a low voice.

"I am sorry," he whispered and pressed his hand firmly against my mouth.

But I could not stop myself.

"Maasa," suddenly Yash woke up, and I immediately pressed my mouth into his chest, and he said.

"What happened to Maasa?" he asked, walking closer to us, and I heard Abhi talking to him.

"Nothing. She... she is hungry," he said, and I felt his tiny hand on my hand.

"Maasa," he called, and I closed my eyes, unable to control my crying. In a few moments, Harsh woke up, too.

"Maasa," he called out and walked towards us, too.

"What happened to her?" he asked in a slow voice.

"She is hungry," Yash answered. I tried to calm myself down and pulled back to look at them.

They both filled tears in their eyes, seeing me, and I immediately smiled.

"I told Meenakshi to bring food, but she got late. I am so hungry; I have nothing else to eat," I said, moving off his lap and pulling them closer.

Harsh washed my tears, and Yash walked to the door.

But, suddenly, it opened, and Meenakshi walked in with the dinner.

"How dare you to be so late? You do not know Maasa is hungry? Hn? Why are you so irresponsible?" He yelled at her, and Abhi immediately stood up and picked him up.

"She is elder to you. How dare you speak with her like that?" he asked, but Yash glared at Meenakshi.

"Baapusa, I do not like her. She is always like that. She is always telling bad things to Maasa that worry her," Yash yelled more and struggled to step down his arm.

"Yash," I called him, and he looked at me.

"Come here," I said, and Harsh washed my tears when Meenakshi put the plate on the table.

He turned around and picked up a slice of apple to feed me. I chuckled and opened my mouth to have it.

"Leave me, Baapusa," Yash screamed. He sat beside me and yelled at Meenakshi.

"Why did you not bring the dinner on time?" he asked, and I immediately looked at him.

"Yash, say sorry," I said, and he glared at her.

"Yash! Say sorry. We do not raise our voice on anyone," I said, and he lowered his gaze, stepped from his father's lap, and stood beside Harsh.

"Sorry," he muttered, and I cupped his cheek and turned his face to her.

"Now, say sorry, Meenakshi Bai-sa," I said, and he repeated.

"Sorry, Meenakshi Bai-sa, but never make Maasa cry again. Or we will punish you," he said, and Harsh looked at her.

"Yes, we will send you behind the bars," he said, and I inhaled a deep breath.

Meenakshi shook her head in disbelief and walked away from there, closing the door.

"Eat, Maasa," Yash said, tearing a bite of chapati, and I smiled, eating from his tiny hand. He washed my tears and said.

"If you feel hungry, tell us. We will bring you food. But do not cry," Harsh said, and I nodded.

I noticed Abhi scratching his head with his finger, and suddenly Yash looked at him.

"I think you said something to her. She never cried before," he said, and my eyes widened with shock.

"Hey, do not speak like this with him. He is your father," I said, and Harsh also looked at him.

"Yes, she does not cry. What did you say?" he asked, and I immediately cupped their cheeks and made them look at me.

"No one said anything. I was just hungry," I said, and they both looked at me and nodded.

They both fed me the tiny bites slightly dipped into the vegetables and made sure not to feed me beans because they did not eat beans.

Suddenly, Abhi stood up from the couch to leave, and I immediately held his hand.

"Your father is hungry too," I told them, and he shook his head.

"No, I am okay," he said. I shook my head slowly, looking at him, and he sat back.

Yash made a bite for him and said, "Open your mouth, Baapusa,"

I smiled as he ate with his hands and kissed his forehead.

They both fed us a few more tiny bites, and I said.

"Now, you both should go back to sleep,"

They shook their heads.

"No, we will take care of you," Yash said, and I pulled him closer and kissed his cheek before saying.

"You take care a lot of me,"

I looked at Harsh and kissed his forehead.

"Now, your father will take care of me. Okay? Go to sleep," I said, and they both nodded.

"Wait! Now you both have woken up. Drink your milk," I said, and they both immediately looked at him and shook their heads.

"No," they muttered, and I held their hands.

"Come on, good boys drink milk before bed," I said, and Harsh looked at me.

"Baapusa does not drink milk before bed,"

"I do," Abhi immediately interrupted.

"No, you do not," Yash said, and I immediately stood up to make them sit on the couch and handed them their glasses.

"No more fights. Drink this and go to sleep. Do you not want to know how Baapusa fought with him?" I asked, and they nodded and finished their glasses of milk.

And I washed their hands before they went back to bed and fell asleep.

I gulped, looking at him, and he breathed, "I am sorry,"

Lowering my gaze, I shook my head a little.

"I am not angry," I muttered, and he leaned closer to kiss my head.

"But I know you are hurt," he said, and I kept my gaze low, "And there is this one thing I feel ashamed of," he said, and I fisted my hands a little, trying to control my tears.

"It's just for a moment. I thought there was another man in your life whom you were protecting," he said, and I immediately looked at him.

"How could you?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"I am so sorry. It's just nothing made sense, and my mind just kept moving," he said, and I glared at him.

"I am sorry," he muttered and shifted on his knees.

"And that's the only thing that made me uncomfortable. You did not want to marry me, and everything happened so fast. And, a part of me felt what if it was never me," he said, and I shook my head with disbelief.

Pushing him away, I stood up from the couch and walked towards the bed.

How could he think like that?

"Trisha," he called me as I parted the bed curtains; I found both staring at me.

"Close your eyes, come on, go to sleep," I said, lying beside them. Suddenly, Harsh hugged me and asked,

"Are you angry with Baapusa?"

I knit my brows and shook my head.

"Why would you say that?" I asked, noticing Abhi walking to the other side of the bed.

"Will you sleep here?" Yash asked him, and he smiled and nodded.

"Why?" he asked, and Yash smiled, shifting aside and making space for him.

"Because you two are sleeping here," he said.

As he lay beside him, Yash hugged him, and Abhi caressed his back and kissed his forehead.

"Did you miss me this week?" he asked, and Yash nodded, humming slowly.

"Maasa," Harsh muttered, and I placed my hand under his head, and he shifted closer to me.

"Hn?" I asked, and suddenly, Abhi's hand touched mine mistakenly. And, before I could pull, he held it firmly.

He had his hand under Yash's head.

"Can we keep Rudraja here with us?" he asked, and I immediately looked at him.

"Why?" I asked, and Yash said to his father.

"Baapusa, can you ask Bua-sa to give Rudraja to us?" he said, and Abhi knitted his brows while pushing Yash's hair off his forehead.

"Why? Baby," he asked, and Harsh replied.

"We like her. She is our sister,"

I smiled and kissed his forehead, and caressed his back gently.

"But you have a brother, no?" I asked, and he hummed.

"Maasa, where did we come from?" he asked suddenly, and I knit my brows.

"What?" I asked, and Yash asked.

"Bua-sa did not have a small boy when she came last time. Why does she have him now? And, from where did she bring him?"

I inhaled deeply with frustration, and I answered.

"I do not know; your Baapusa brought you to me," I replied and closed my eyes.

"From where did you bring us? Baapusa," Harsh asked, and Abhi looked at me.

"Your mother gave me both of you. I just gave her... mangoes," he said, and I thinned my brows with disbelief.

Mangoes? Seriously.

"So, we came out of mangoes?" Harsh asked in a sleepy voice, and I rubbed his back before he fell asleep.

Abhi made Yash fall asleep as well, and we both looked at each other.

He caressed my hand with him, and I closed my eyes to fall asleep as well.

I felt lighter than before as if a considerable weight had lifted off my chest. Honestly, I did not find or want anything new in my life.

I was way more happy with everything I had. The babies had completed me.

Suddenly, I felt Abhi touch my feet, and I opened my eyes to look at him.

He stared deeply into my eyes, and I pulled my feet back slowly. The noise of my anklets ruffled under the comforters.

I felt him touch my other hand around Harsh, and I looked into his eyes and shook my head.

He lifted his left brow, and I looked away, sighing deeply.

Suddenly, he pulled my fingers a little, and I looked at him again, thinning my gaze.

I immediately pulled my hands from his hold, shifted on my back, and placed my hand on my head before falling asleep.

My eyes opened when I noticed a slight movement on the bed. But I felt too lazy and tired to react.

But my eyes immediately snapped open, and I looked at the babies.

Inhaling a breath of peace, I wrapped my arm around them.

I thought someone was kidnapping them.

But, as I lifted my gaze, I noticed him still awake and staring at me. His eyes seemed intense in the dim lights.

And, suddenly, my heart stopped beating when he sat up and stepped down the bed.

I gulped, watching him walk around the bed and coming closer to my side.

As I pulled my knees slightly up, the noise of my anklets pierced the dreamy silence. There was enough space beside me, and the moment he leaned in to lay beside me, I pressed my hand on his chest, widening my eyes.

My voice stuck in my throat, unable to come out and wake up the babies.

I shook my head, but he held my hand and pushed it away from his chest before lying beside me.

His chest touched my arm, and I gritted my teeth to pull my hand out of his hold.

"What the—"

He immediately pressed his hand on my mouth and looked at the babies.

My heartbeats raced, and my chest began to heave up and down.

What was he doing?

He shook his head, looking back at me, and I clenched my jaw and widened my mouth to bite on his hand.

His brows knit as I pressed my teeth on the side of his palm.

As I pressed my teeth harder with the anger into his palm, his gaze softened, and his lips parted, inhaling a deep breath.

He blinked silently, bearing the pain.

And I could feel my teeth piercing his flesh before my mouth began to hurt, and I left.

There was a deep red mark of my teeth on his hand.

I stared into his eyes, and suddenly, he grabbed my neck and brought his lips closer to mine.

My lips quivered, and I felt his lips featherly brushing against mine, hanging there as I breathed audibly.

My eyes blinked rapidly when he did not kiss me for a moment; I closed my eyes.

"Panch varsh itne pass rehkar bhi virahh me jale hai hum, man karta hai jaan nikal le aapki,"

"Even after being so close for five years, I've burned in separation. I feel like pulling the life out of you," he whispered over my lips, and I felt goosebumps on my face.

"Akele nahi jale hai aap, hum bhi barabar jale hai aapke saath,"

"You have not burnt alone; I have burnt with you equally," I whispered, and he placed his thigh on mine and muttered.

"To bata deti, jyada se jyada ek hatya ho jaati. Paap to humse hota, aap to kam se kam khush rehti,"

"Then you should have told me. At most, one murder would have happened. The sin would have been mine, but at least you would have been happy," he muttered, and I looked into his deadly and intense eyes.

"Ese kese bata dete, Ese kese hone dete paap aapke haath se, Prem karte hai aapse sabse jyada, or ye parivaar, ye Samrajya jitna aapka hai utna hamara bhi hai, isko surakshit rakhne ka jitna utardayitva aapka hai, utna hamara bhi hai,"

"How could I have told you? How could I have let you commit such a sin with your own hands? I love you more than anything, and this family, this empire, belongs to me as much as it does to you. The responsibility to protect it is equally mine as yours," I breathed in a low voice, and he cupped my neck tightly, earning a soft cry from me.

"Ahh,"

"Or hamare rishte ka, Trisha,"

"And what about our relationship, Trisha?" he asked, and I felt a tear roll down his cheek.

"Sab kuch yuhi kese khatam hone diya aapne?"

"How could you let everything end like this between us?" he added, and I closed my eyes.

"Humne khatam hone diya? Hazar baar kaha aapse ki sahi samay par bata denge. Parantu aapne hamare rishte hi neev sirf us sach par khadi kardi. Sirf us raat ki sachayi ko hamare rishte ki swaash bana diya, jese hum dono ka vivah sirf ussi ke liye hua ho,"

"Did I let it end? I told you a thousand times that I would reveal the truth immediately. But you built the foundation of our relationship only on that truth. You made the truth of that night the very breath of our relationship as if our entire marriage existed solely because of it," I whispered, and he gritted his teeth.

"Apna dil nikal ke de diya tha aapko. Apna ghaav or marham dono banne diya. Ek vyaakti jo aap par sabse jyada vishwas karta ho, prem karta ho, or use uska premi hi andhere me rakhe to kesa lagega. Vo bhi ek baar nahi, hazar baar poochne par bhi,"

"I gave you my heart completely. I let you be both my wound and my healing. How would it feel if the person who trusts and loves you the most is kept in the dark by their lover? Not just once but even after asking a thousand times," he said, and I gulped, staring into his eyes.

"Humne aapko andhere me nahi rakha, saaf saaf kaha ki bata denge, sahi waqt aane par, parantu aapne to hume tyaag diya. Keh diya ki jab takk bataogi nahi tab takk hamari patni nahi. Hum aapki patni sirf usi din ke liye bane the. Aapke parivaar ko nahi apnaya, aapke Rajya ko nahi apnaya, apna jeevan, rehn sehn sab badal liya, aapke saath soye, aapke bache paida kiye, itna sab kuch bina prem ke karta hai koi. Or aapne itni aasaani se keh diya ki hamari patni nahi. Hume gyaat tha jis din bata denge, us din aap unko saja awashya denge. Ye to ek din hona hi tha. Us din, nahi to panch varsh pashchaat ya fir dass varsh pashchaat, parantu aapne to humse nafrat hi karli, ye soch bhi kese liye ki aapke saath sone ke baad, do itne pyaar bache hone ke baad, hamare dimag me kisi or ke liye khayaal bhi aa sakta. Or, aaj jeet gaye hai na, apradhiyo ka saja de di na aapne, parantu ab... ab hum aapki patni katayi nahi banenge. Hum is Samrajya ki Rani hai, apne putro ki Maasa hai, bass,"

"I didn't keep you in the dark. I said I would tell you when the time was right, but you abandoned me. You said that until I tell you the truth, I'm not your wife. Was I your wife only for that one day? Did I not accept your family and your kingdom, change my life and way of living, sleep by your side, and bear your children? Does anyone do all that without love? And you so easily said I'm not your wife. I knew the day I told you that you would punish them. It was bound to happen, whether on that day, five years later, or ten years later. But you hated me. How could you even think that after sleeping with you and having two children, I could even have thoughts of someone else? And now, you've won, right? You've punished the criminals, haven't you? But now... now I will never be your wife. I am the queen of this kingdom, the mother of your sons, and that's it," I whispered, and suddenly, he came closer and breathed into my mouth.

"Patni to aapko banna padega kyuki hum na kisi ke hue or na kisi ke honge. Or maana ek pal ke liye shak ki suyi humme paida hui, parantu usko pahaad banne diya aapne. Maana hamare liye us shaan apraadhi ko saja dena awashyak tha parantu inn paanch varsho me uska virodh nahi kiya aapne. Agar hamare keh dene se aap hamari patni nahi aap, to saath fero ka, is sindoor ka, in bichuo ka kya arthh hai? Patni nahi to patni dharm kyu nibhati rahi aap aaj tak. Usi waqt keh deti. Jab hamari patni nahi to humse prem kyu, hamare parivaar or Samrajya ki chinta kyu, kyu jalti rahi aap itne varsh, Trisha, jab hamari patni nahi to bata deti or hone deti jo hota. Aapko hamari patni banna bhi or nahi bhi. Aapne itne saal ek pal ke liye bhi humse patni ki tarah vyavhar nahi kiya. Agar aap chahti to chutki me maum kar deti humko, parantu is dard ko nasoor banne diya aapne. Galti hamare akele ki nahi hai, Trisha, aapki barabar hai, or ab hum is galti ka saza nahi bhugtenge. Hamare hamari patni chahiye thii, chahiye hai, or hamesha rahegi. Aaj tak jo hum dono ko dard hua uske jimmedaar hum dono the, parantu aaj ke baad jo hume dard hoga uski jimmewar sirf aap hongi,"

"You will have to be my wife because I neither belonged to anyone else nor will I ever. Yes, for a moment, a seed of doubt sprouted in me, but you let it grow into a mountain. I admit I needed to punish that offender, but you never opposed it in these five years. If just my saying so makes you, not my wife, then what is the meaning of those seven vows, this sindoor, these toe-rings? If you're not my wife, then why have you fulfilled the duties of a wife all this time? You could have said it back then. If you're not my wife, why care about me, why care about my family and kingdom, why burn inside for so many years, Trisha? If you were not my wife, you should have told me and let whatever was going to happen happen. You wanted to be my wife and yet not be my wife. You haven't treated me like a husband for all these years. If you wanted, you could have bent me in a snap, but you let this pain fester like a wound. The fault isn't mine alone, Trisha; it's equally yours, and now I won't bear the punishment for this mistake any longer. I wanted my wife, I still want her, and I always will. Until now, we both were responsible for the pain we endured, but from this day forward, any pain we suffer will be solely your responsibility," he whispered on my lips, and I could not help but feel them tremble.

His words made me feel a shiver down my spine, and suddenly, he breathed over my lips.

"Apni bass ek raat de dijiye hume, Trisha, Kasam se bhot tadap rahe hai hum... rula denge aapko,"

"Just give me one night of yours, Trisha. I swear, I'm burning like anything... but I would not be able to stop you from crying," his words raced through my heartbeat like anything, and I breathed heavily through my mouth.

My eyes stared into his with the plea, and he inhaled deeply before I pushed his chest away and sat up. I felt sweat on my neck. A current ran into my body, and I felt goosebumps on my face.

I tried to step down the bed but felt Harsh's hand fisting on my gown.

I blinked nervously and laid back.

He palmed his face, and suddenly, Harsh moved a little, and we both immediately closed our eyes.

"Maasa," he muttered in his childish voice and sat up.

I felt him climbing over me and shifting between him and me. Placing his tiny leg on me, he tried to push his hand inside my overcoat and struggled to pull my nipple out.

I had to do something about their late-night cravings. I did not know how to make them quit drinking breast milk. I was not having much of it, but still, they just liked suckling.

And it increased when he was out for the war. They spent their whole week with me, and for them, mother meant milk.

Abhi opened his eyes and knit his brows, looking at him.

I inhaled deeply when he began suckling on my breast in sleep. His tiny hand cupped it. A little smile appeared on my face.

I did not want them to grow ever.

One day, they would forget how to suckle. They would grow and have their chambers.

And suddenly, I realized that it was early morning.

I caressed Harsh's head gently until he fell asleep again. And, suddenly, Yash called out.

"Baapusa,"

I sighed deeply.

I noticed him stretching his arms and legs before he opened his eyes.

"Maasa," he muttered and crawled towards me. When he saw Harsh sleeping with me, he climbed over me and tried to push him away.

Abhi smiled, staring at them silently.

I shifted a little back, making space for him before he began suckling.

And the moment I noticed a little milk on the side of his lips, I wiped it and pulled him closer.

Closing my eyes, I tried to fall asleep but suddenly felt Abhi kiss my forehead.

I immediately shot him a glare.

He quickly leaned in closer to my lips, and I pressed my hand on his chest.

Suddenly, a deep cry, "Ahhhhhh," escaped my lips as I felt Yash bite me mistakenly.

Abhi immediately lowered his gaze, and I knit my brows. His face looked tense.

I gently caressed his head, wondering what happened.

What did he dream?

"You should stop feeding them," Abhi said in a low voice, and I nodded.

"I know, but I just cannot deny them. They are little," I muttered, and he caressed Yash's head.

"They are not that little, Trisha," he said, and I nodded.

"I know, but they are all that I have," I muttered and gently pulled myself back a little and covered my breast when Yash fell asleep.

Sitting up, I lifted them up in my arms one by one, placed them in their places, and looked back at him.

"Ab tak kyu jaag rahe hai aap, so jaiye kyuki ab aapka koi armaan poora nahi hone wala,"

"Why are you still awake? Go to sleep because none of your desires will be fulfilled now," I said and shifted to my other side, facing him. Suddenly, he moved closer, wrapped his arm around me, and placed his face on mine.

"Armaan to hum saare poore karenge, Abhi tum bass tel dekho or tel ki dhaar dekho,"

"I will fulfill all desires. For now, just wait and watch," he said, and I felt his hand caressing my midriff. His feet touched mine, and I looked up at him.

"Aapke liye ladki dhoondh dete hai, fir apne saare armaan poore kijiega, unhi ke saath rona dhona kijiyega,"

"I'll find a girl for you, and then you can fulfill all your desires and cry with her," I whispered. He brought his hand up and cupped my jaw.

"Tumhare saath karenge, saath phere ni liye. Or ho himmat to rok ke dikhana,"

"I will do it for you; after all, we are married. And, try to stop me if you dare to," he whispered, and I pushed his hand away.

"Shor macha denge or ye dono na aapka hamare kaksh me aana bhi varjit kar denge. Fir pade rahiyega jese ab tak rehte aap,"

"I will scream, and then these two will ban you from entering the chamber. Then you will stay alone in yours as you always stayed," I said and closed my eyes.

"Acha, fir hamari Trisha ko Gaiya kon banaega?"

"Really? Then who will make my Trisha a cow?" he said, shifting closer. My eyes immediately widened with shock before I looked at him.

"How could you?" I said and pushed him away.

He held me tightly, and I closed my eyes.

I would never talk to him.

He kissed my nape and curled his arm around me. His hand reached my cheek, covering my breast, and I inhaled deeply, ignoring him.

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