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Trishalini POV

Once they left, I sighed deeply, looking at the bed. What the hell did they do?

I called for a few attendees to help me quickly clean it up.

They changed the bedsheet and dimmed the lights so I could sleep before walking out.

I yawned before lying down on the bed, removing my overcoat and wondering if he would come back.

Placing my head on the pillow, I lay in the middle of the bed on my side. My bangles-filled hands rested on the bed, spread long and over on the side of my hips.

The jewelry and weight of dresses had stopped bothering me long ago.

And, at this moment, I could not help but remember my initial days—when I ran away, and he ran after me.

It was beautiful; I could not shake that off.

A smile appeared on my lips, and I remembered everything that had happened later. Maybe our married had been even more beautiful if his father had not been that sick.

But, I did not know why I now feel as if we both pushed each other to be someone we did not really want to be.

I mean, there were no verbal things, but there was untold pressure on babies, the expectations of becoming the King and Queen. And, amid all of this, we did not get to understand each other completely.

We kept relying on our younger, the sixteen and twenty year old self.

But, he was not sixteen now, but rather twenty-eight. And he had won a Kingdom with ease.

Considering how sweet, calm, and innocent he used to be, I could not believe he would ever do that, and what he did in the bathroom a while ago.

I inhaled deeply, noticing the candles dying slowly.

Suddenly, the door to my room pushed open softly, and I closed my eyes. My cheeks did not stop warming up, and I could feel his soft and slow footsteps approaching closer.

He closed the door and called me out in a low voice.

"Trisha,"

I pulled the comforter closer to my mouth to hide my smile.

He parted the curtains and muttered in a slow voice.

"Oops, already asleep,"

Hearing him, a slight smile grew on my face. I felt him take his kurta off before walking to the side of the bed and slipping in.

"I know you are awake," he muttered, encircling his strong arm around my waist and pulling me closer. I felt his warm and naked chest through the thin inner.

Leaning closer, he kissed my cheek and slipped his other hand under my head while inhaling deeply.

"Trisha," he called out slowly, but I did not answer.

I was asleep.

"Hey," he muttered again into my ear and caressed my midriff.

"Hamari Gaiya humse pehle kese so gayi?"

"How could my cow sleep before me?" he breathed in my ear, and I could not help but smile. Thankfully, it was covered with the comforter's edge.

"Trisha," he whispered again in my ear, and I felt his hand caressing upward to my neck, cupping my jaw and causing me to turn my face slightly towards him.

"Ummmm," I cried out, acting to be in sleep and irritated.

He pressed his lips into my cheek and said in a slow voice.

"Trisha, Maasa sa ek hafte baad ke liye bola hai. Nandani ki Pehli Pihar bhi or Pooja bhi,"

"Trisha, Maasa has asked to schedule it for a week later. It's Nandani's Pehli Pihar and the Pooja as well," his voice came out slow, and I still did not react.

He pulled his face back, and suddenly, I felt his hand leaving my jaw and slipping down slowly to my legs.

He placed his hand on my thighs, and I felt a slight tickle in my body. He could have noticed it as he leaned in my ear and whispered.

"Why are you naked?"

I felt my cheeks warming up with his words and felt him slowly pulling the inner up from my thighs to the midriff inside the comforter.

His fingers brushed my thighs from my knee to my high thighs slowly and teasingly, and I snapped my eyes open.

"Now, you are awake," he whispered, and I lowered my hand to hold his wrist. It was making me feel things.

The noise of bangles came out ruffled.

"Abhi," I cried, feeling his feet caging mine.

Turning my face back a little, I looked into his eyes over my shoulder.

His gaze was intense, and the way he grabbed my thigh and parted my legs, I felt my heart throbbing loudly.

He caressed my inner thighs and asked in a low voice.

"Trisha, do you like my touch?"

My eyes blinked, dizzy, before I nodded slowly.

"How much?" he asked, and my lips parted as he took his fingers closer to my core.

"You are shameless," I muttered, and he leaned in closer and brushed his lips over mine.

"Really?" he asked, and I gulped nodding slowly.

"Did you ever want me to touch you in these years?" he asked in a slow voice. I looked into his eyes, nodding slowly.

"Many times," I muttered, and he kissed my lips momentarily.

"And, what would you want me to do," he asked, and I bit on my lips as his fingers fisted over my core, teasing me.

"Anything you wanted," I whispered and closed my eyes. My breath came out delayed.

"And what do you want now?" he asked, gently caressing me there. I could feel myself turning wet.

I opened my eyes and looked into his. His slight curls fell over his forehead while I said.

"Everything,"

He pressed his lips against mine, and my eyes closed. Parting his lips, he sucked on my lips, and I could not stop myself from doing the same.

As his hand cupped my jaw and the other brushed my core, I could not help but part my lips for him.

A moan tore free from my mouth.

And, suddenly, I felt his two most extended fingers slipping inside me. My mouth opened wide, and he cupped my neck.

"Abhi," I breathed out, and suddenly, he pushed my thighs closed with his and placed his over mine.

My breath hitched, feeling his fingers inside me, his hand between my thighs and his thighs over mine, pressing mine under it.

I held his arm tightly, my slight nails dug into his arm, and slowly, his other hand moved down my neck to my bosom.

Pushing the comforter away, he pulled the inner down my bosom and cupped my breast, leaving my nipple between the gap of his fingers.

"You are so dead, Trisha. You do not even have the slightest idea of what I want to do to you," he whispered over my lips and pressed his hand brutally against my breast.

I felt a few drops of milk leaking through my nipple and trailing down his hand.

"Annnhhhhhhh," I cried out with the pain, and he groaned, pressing even harder.

I felt myself crushed under him.

Hearing me, he pulled his thigh off my thigh, and I felt my thigh shiver as I pulled it apart.

He pulled back his fingers slowly out of me. I felt the wetness there.

I shifted a little on my back and looked into his eyes. He crashed his lips against mine, and I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck. My fingers fisted on his hair, pulling him close, and he sucked my lips uncontrollably.

He pulled my lips into his mouth, and I could not help but arch my neck. The way his fingers cupped my cheek to pull me closer and slipped down under my head to fist on my fingers, I could not help but feel frozen.

The anger was visible, and so was the love.

The separation was painful, but this was beyond beautiful. My whole body lived with the non-understandable sparks and sensations, and the moment he slipped his legs between mine, I moaned into his mouth.

My legs parted wide, adjusting his broad hips in the middle.

His other hand touched my waist, fisting it and pulled the inner up to my head, and rolled it off like anything while pulling back just for a fraction of a moment.

I was absolutely naked, only in my heavy anklets, bangles, and minimalistic headpiece—the symbol of our marriage.

He was so heavy that I could not even move an inch under him.

And, suddenly, he lowered his hands to undo his foot-length loincloth. It was a game only for a moment.

I could hardly come to my senses from the passionate kiss and breath normally, and he cupped my cheek, made me look into my eyes, and placed the tip of his manhood on my core.

It was hot.

I inhaled deeply, and the way he stared into my eyes, I knew he would not stop.

Leaning in closer, he kissed my lips softly and said.

"We can just talk, too,"

I gulped and lowered my hand down from his nape, trying to reach his hips.

"About what?" I asked and pulled him closer.

He slipped into me slowly, and my eyes blinked, feeling the trembles of lost pleasure running into nerves.

I felt stretched to the point that it ached. My legs widened like anything, and the moment he reached the end, filling me completely, I arched my head back.

He inhaled deeply with his parted lips.

"Anhhh," I moaned out. He brushed his lips against mine.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, and I circled my arms around his biceps and shoulder, feeling insane.

He was thicker and harder than I ever felt him.

"Abhi, you feel so big," I could not stop myself and blinked dizzily, looking into his eyes.

"And?" he asked, and I tried to breathe normally.

"And, you are heavy. I cannot," I whispered, feeling the way he stopped there, completely inside me, unmoved, unbothered, and held every nerve, heartbeat, and breath of my body under his control.

I pushed my feet inside the mattress, pulling it closer, fighting a little, but all I could get in return was the melody of my anklets.

And within a few moments, I went inside. My body began to feel weak like anything. My hand fell from his shoulder and held the bedsheet tightly.

Using my hands and feet, I tried to pull myself a little up.

And he gently leaned into my ear.

Kissing me softly, he muttered.

"How will you feel if I stay like this whole night?"

His words made me roll my eyes, and I put my hand over my head, fisting on the bedsheets.

"Abhi, pleaaaaseeeee, move; you are killing me," I whispered in a low voice. My breaths were ragged, and he gently kissed my neck.

"I know," he breathed silently, and I fisted my hands on my hair, feeling out of sanity.

The heat was so uncontrollable that I pushed the comforter away with my legs.

Opening my eyes, I looked up at the tiny mirrors in the ceiling. The light lamps burning beside the bed cast our reflection in it.

He was naked. And he looked so big.

His feet were reaching the end of the bed, and mine did not reach till his calf. My bangles sparkled as I brought my hand around his shoulder.

My sight noticed his hips. A crimson appeared on my face before I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his cheek.

"I am begging you, please," I muttered, fisting my fingers on his skin, biting his ear.

Slowly, he pulled his knee slightly up, hooking it under my leg, and began to move his hips.

My eyes shut closed, feeling the river of sensations running into my body. There was a fire in me, ready to burn everything, but the way he held my hair in his fist, his chest over mine, his hips between my legs, I could not even move an inch.

And, in this situation, I could only beg and feel.

For the first time, I stripped off my layers of I-can-do-everything-on-my-own, I-am-older-than-him, and I-will-be-okay-without-his-love and felt and begged shamelessly.

"Annhhhhhh," my voice tore free as I felt his hardness rub against me, back and forth, slowly and hard.

"Anhh," my voice echoed in the chamber.

I was so out of control.

At this moment, I did not know I was a wife, a mother, or a Queen; I was just his, at his mercy.

And he was making me feel it. Loud and Clear.

The way his hips moved inside me, I could feel my lower abdomen tighten. Suddenly, I wanted him out as I felt out of breath; my body tightened, and I took my hand between us to push him away.

But, suddenly, he held my hand, pinned it over my head, and cupped my cheek to look into my eyes.

His eyes were intense, his face red, his lips quivering, and he was pushing himself harder.

"Anhhhhhh," my whole body trembled as a release wave washed through my nerves. My eyes tore up before getting shut, and I lay my legs straight, feeling dead.

"Beautiful," he whispered over my lips and kept thrusting in slowly.

I opened my eyes and crashed my lips against his. He kissed me back.

The intensity was killing, something we had never experienced before.

Maybe it was because we both were too out of our senses and control at that moment.

Suddenly, he flipped me over him, and I pressed my hands on his chest, trying to balance myself. Pulling my knees to the sides of his waist, he sat up and pushed my hair back.

Suddenly, he felt even bigger, and I moaned with open mouth, "Anhhhhh," right in front of his eyes.

A smile appeared on his lips before he wrapped his arms tightly around me. I could not help but snake my arms around his shoulder as well.

Our lips crashed into each other as he slowly began to move me up and down on his length.

"Annhhhh," Moans tore free from my mouth, and fingers fisted on his hair, unable to control myself.

I cupped his cheek and breathed.

"When did you learn this? It feels so good,"

He kissed my lips, and suddenly, he slapped my hips so hard that I cried out. "Annhhhhhh,"

My whole body trembled, but he immediately caressed my skin.

What was he doing to me?

It felt insanely good.

"I had plenty of time to know the ways to punish you," he breathed into my lips and brought his hand up to my nape.

Kissing me softly, he collected my hair in his one hand and rolled it slowly around his wrist before fisting it near my nape. My head arched back a little, and my eyes shut close.

"Anhhh," I breathed, feeling his lips on my neck.

And the way he handled me at this moment, I could not help but feel another rush run through my body, leaving me shaken to the core.

My breaths were ragged, and I lost control of my body and leaned back.

But he pulled me closer and hugged me tightly.

I felt his lips on my shoulder, kissing me gently.

The way he kissed my shoulder, my neck, and my arm and kept thrusting into me with a gentle and painful slowness, I could not help but feel the silent tears roll down my cheeks due to overwhelmingness.

"Hey, what happened?" he asked, cupping my cheek and brushing my lips, "Are you hurt?" he added, and I silently leaned in to kiss him.

"Do not ever say that I am not your wife, Abhi. I would not be able to bear it after this," I whispered, and he kissed me back.

"Never, I promise, never ever," he muttered and gently put me back on the bed under him.

I felt him pull out and gently move his lips down my neck. My fingers trembled, feeling him kiss my chest and then cup my breasts.

"Abhi!" I called out, warning him not to go near my nipples.

But he pressed his lips against the right one and sucked hard.

I died with timidness and placed my hand on my mouth.

And the way I thought about the kids for a moment killed me.

I immediately cupped his cheek and pushed him away from my breast. He smiled, staring into my eyes, and licked below my bosom.

"Maasa,"

Suddenly, a voice dropped in our ears, and we both looked at each other.

"Maasa, open the door," I heard Yash and Harsh. He immediately got off of me, and I shivered with fear.

"Maasa, open the door," Harsh called again, and I immediately grabbed my inner and wore it before stepping down the bed, holding my overcoat, and slipping my arms.

Pushing my hair back, I noticed Abhi picking up his clothes and running into the bathing room.

"Maasa, open the door," Yash said, and once he was in the bathroom, I stepped down the stairs, took quick steps towards the door, and pulled it open.

My voice hung in my throat, and I cleared it before speaking.

"What happened?" my voice came out shaky, and I tied my overcoat as they walked in.

"We could not sleep. And Badi Daadisa was snoring," Yash said, and Harsh yawned.

"Yes, we want to sleep here," Harsh said.

I gulped and immediately said.

"Alright, you... you both sit on the couch for a moment,"

They both looked at us.

"Ummm, I... I need to change the bedsheet for you," I said and laughed a little.

"But why?" Yash asked, and I pushed my hair back.

"umm, you are Princes, and you should sleep on the new bedsheet," I said, and they nodded.

"Oh, okay," Yash said, and Harsh laid back.

Abhi came out of the bathing room, fully dressed, and his hair was wet. He had taken a bath.

"Oh, wow! What a nice surprise! What are you two doing here?" he asked, walking closer to them. I stepped to change the bedsheet.

"What were you doing in the bathroom? I thought you slept," Yash said, and he laughed.

"hahaha, no, no, no, I... I came late. I met your Fufa-sa on the way," he explained, and Harsh immediately replied.

"But, Fufa-sa was playing with Aditya," he said, and I shook my head, pulled the bedsheet, and placed the neat and clean one.

"Oh, maybe he began playing after that," Abhi said, and Yash yawned towards the bed.

"Never mind, good night," he said and laid on the bed.

Abhi picked Harsh into his arms and walked towards the bed as well.

Our eyes met, and I could not help but smile at his flushed face.

"You two should sleep. I will be back in a few moments," I said, and then I went in to take a quick bath in case they wanted the milk.

When I came back, I found both of them asleep, and I sighed deeply, staring at Abhi and patting them to sleep.

"They are scary," he said in a low voice, and I burst into laughter.

"You ran like a horse," I said and laid on the bed and pulled the babies away from him to sleep near him.

He collected me in his arms and kissed my head.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Hnn," I hummed.

And I lifted my face a little.

"We can finish in the dressing room," I whispered slowly, and he caressed my cheek.

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