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Rehman POV

It had been quite long since she was in the bathroom. My impatience grew thin, and I could not help but get up and walk to her.

"Rehana," I called out from outside, wondering what was taking her taking this long.

A strange fear was instilled in me after last night. I should not have done that.

But, after a certain point, I lost it.

I could not help it.

"Ji," she replied from the other side, and I inhaled deeply, noticing the calm in her voice.

But it was not peaceful calm; it was something else. I could sense it.

What was she feeling? I wanted to know.

Lowering my gaze, I could not help but wait a few moments. A part of me wanted to just go inside and ask her what was wrong. And, another, the sensible part wanted to give her the time.

She was still a child.

A child that I met seven years ago, afraid, broken, aimless, and naive for this cruel world.

I did not want to touch her, not before she realized that whatever she had seen in the brothel was not everything that happens in a man and woman.

Her experiences had misled her.

I knew what she had been through, and keeping her away from me was only to make her forget or re-establish her beliefs about relationships.

But the moment she said that she would do anything to satisfy me, I understood that there was a long way to go.

She was still a child.

"Are you okay?" I asked, and no reply came from the other side.

My palms sweat, waiting for her answer, but I could not do anything.

"Rehana," I called again after a few moments, and suddenly, my ear caught the faded noise of her anklet bells.

A wave of calm ran through my nerves.

I did not want to do anything, but her soft voice, intense and innocent eyes, and everything about her melted me last night.

I could not stop myself.

And I hated losing control. It was not good for our relationship, our people, or anything.

But the way her hair swayed across the curve of her back, and her tiny figure looked in that thin off-white attire, along with dark red bangles, I just lost it.

Especially when she kissed me.

I thought if I asked her to touch herself, she would deny it and fall asleep. But she surprised me, and after that, I could not stop myself.

Never had in my whole life, I felt drawn to a woman.

But, last night, I controlled myself with the hardest of my efforts.

"Rehana," I called again, standing at the door of the dressing room and Hammam.

My heart was sinking low with each passing moment. She did not answer.

Her silence was killing me. I liked it when she did not stop talking.

I kept waiting, fisting my fingers, fluttering my gaze between my hand resting on the door's side frame and the mat laid before the door.

One step inside, and I would be breaking the boundaries.

And I did not want to break any boundaries with her.

First of all, she was my responsibility.

Second, she was the Princess of Hamid Sultanate, even if I were not Sultan. This all belonged to her before it belonged to me. And now she was the Sultana of this Sultanate. The much this belonged to me, the much she owned as well.

This was the second reason I decided to marry her.

Third, she was my wife.

And, all my life, I have seen my Abbujaan treating my Ammijaan with the utmost respect and love.

A love that was not based on what Rehana thinks about but on sharing the responsibilities, having fun, teasing each other, and most importantly, being friends.

Suddenly, my sight fell on her walking out. She was wearing a plain, full-length red suit. Her hair was tied in a towel, and her bangles jiggled as she unwrapped the towel while reaching closer to me.

Her anklet bells echoed loudly in the closed gallery, making me stare at those henna and red-inked feet.

She was fair, her eyes were doe-shaped and blue, and she had a smile to die for.

And finally, she lifted her gaze and looked at me with squinted brows.

"Darwaze par kya kar rahe hai Jaan-e-jahan?"

"What are you doing on the door, Jaan-e-Jahan?" she asked in her soft voice, pulling the towel off her hair, and my lashes battled not to lose their attention to her hair.

"Kabse awaaz de rahe hai aapko,"

"I have been calling you for so long," I said, and she began to towel-dry her hair. The way she rubbed her hands against the hair, her bangles jiggled.

I was not habitual of such noises. And, everything about her reminding me her world-shattering presence in my life.

The way she was mending it.

"Kyu de rahe the?"

"Why were you calling me?" she asked, returning to the dressing chamber.

I rolled my eyes, unable to believe she was the same kitten who was scared last night. I could not help but walk behind her. I wanted to talk to her.

"How are you feeling?" I managed to ask, trying to catch her attention. Suddenly, she threw her hair back, and I closed my eyes, feeling the soft tendrils hit against my face and the mild fragrance of jasmine and roses soothing something in me.

I could not deny it, but seeing her wearing white in a bed full of roses definitely touched my heart. And I missed the person I was before she arrived here.

For a moment, I thought of just tearing her clothes off and giving her everything she was crazy about. I could see a lot of her in that thin attire.

"Nothing," she said, reaching the dressing table, and I could not help but inhale sharply while following her and standing behind her.

I saw her beautiful face in the mirror and tried to ask.

"Rehana, are you okay?" My voice came out slower this time. She lowered her gaze for a moment while grabbing a tiny box of kohl and answered in a very low voice after a short pause of silence.

"I saw a few blood spots," her words made me gulp silently, and I did not know what to say.

I did not want to do it, but she was terribly soft, and the way she reacted to my touch, I just could not stop myself.

I knew what I was doing, I knew how it would end, and I knew that it would be painful for her, but I just could not stop myself.

"You know, I belong to you now. No one has ever touched me," she whispered in a low voice. I could not help but take a step closer to her.

"I know," I replied in a low voice. Suddenly, she lifted her gaze and stared at me through the mirror while applying the kohl to her beautiful eyes. The way she moved the stick smudged in black kohl expertly over her eyelashes; I could not help but feel something in my heart.

The time was not far when she would put that stick right into my heart. The way her eyes changed from innocent to seductive got my breath hitched.

What was she doing to me?

"Are you hurt?" I asked, inhaling a sharp breath, unable to form the question, and she turned around slowly to look at me.

"A little," she muttered and bit on her lower lip. The way her long, thick, and wet hair flowed down her shoulders and reached beyond her hips, I could not help but stare at them through the mirror's reflection.

"But I did not want it to happen that way. I wanted you to do it," she muttered softly, catching my attention and staring into my eyes. I just kept staring back at her.

Her thick eyelashes battled as she fluttered her gaze, stepping closer to me.

"Why?" I asked, and she placed her hands on my chest and gently pushed me back on the chair.

"I am yours, Jaan-e-Jahan. It was yours to take, first and always," she muttered, and a tiny smile appeared on my face as she sat into my lap, leaned in closer, wrapped her arms around my neck, and hugged me.

My hand gently wrapped around her waist, brushing against her hair as I asked.

"Are you okay? Is it hurting? Was it too much?"

She shook her head, and I felt her soft cheek pressing against mine. My lashes were forced close for a few moments.

I did not know what was happening to me, but the more time I spent with her, the more protective I became.

I did not want anyone to hurt her, let alone shed a single tear from her eyes.

She was too pure for this world.

"Why are you worried? It is normal," she said all of a sudden, pulling back and looking into my eyes.

Well, it was not normal for me.

It was not like I did not know things; I knew things that no one could ever know, but I was scared of hurting her.

I did not want to be a man she was afraid of when I saved her.

I did not want to be someone who gave her nightmares. I could always prefer staying away from her than bringing tears to her eyes.

But she did not understand it.

She was ready to do anything for me. And I did not want her to be my toy, my plaything, or anything but my wife.

"I know," I muttered and could not stop myself from pushing the loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

"But, you are my Bacha; I cannot see you hurt, not before, not now or ever," I muttered, and she smiled widely.

"Jaan-e-Jahan, aap jaante bhi nahi hai aapka Ye Bacha aapko kitna khush kar sakta hai,"

"Jaan-e-Jahan, you have no idea how happy this child of yours can make you," she said. A wide smile appeared on my face, and I lifted my brows, leaning back against the wide chair.

It could easily adjust both of us.

"Acha?"

"Really?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Do you want to see how to make a man happy?" she asked, and I bit on my lower lip and nodded.

It seemed harmless. She would not do anything.

"Yes," I said, and she smiled before standing up.

Pushing her hair back, she sucked on her lower lip and gulped a little nervously while placing her knees beside me, and the moment she sat in my lap, my eyes enlarged with her daring.

She had her legs beside me and placed her hands on my chest, sitting like I would not even touch her or I was a statue.

Or, I did not have a thing that could make her senseless.

"So," she cleared her throat and straightened her back. Right, I needed classes from her.

"You know how I know everything," she said, and I nodded, humming "Hahnn," and remembering how much she knew.

"Okay," she breathed shakily and said. "You should close your eyes. It's intimidating,"

I placed my arms on both the handrests and arched my head back to rest peacefully while my Bacha was trying out something.

And, the fact was, I was allowing her. What the hell had happened to me?

And it had been only two days.

"But you are fully dressed. What's intimidating?" I reminded her, and she smiled.

"I know," she said and shifted a little closer, weighing herself on my midriff and placing herself on my red area. "You have to work hard to get me undressed," she muttered in a low and timid voice, and a soft chuckle escaped my lips.

She would not drop it ever.

"Rehana, Bacha, do you not think you are pretty young for all these bold statements," I said, and suddenly, she looked at me and moved her hand in the air right in front of my face. Her fingers animated an open mouth, and with a soft "Shhiiiiiiissssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh," she closed her fingers. She signaled me to hush down.

I immediately closed my mouth.

"Let me concentrate," she said, and I could not help but laugh louder.

"Do you need any help," I asked, and she clicked her tongue.

"Jaan-e-Jahan, I only know this; I have not done anything. Please, let me concentrate," she said with a puppy face, and I just nodded.

"Okay, okay, concentrate, but what are you trying to do?" I asked, and she straightened her back again and looked at her hands pressing against my midriff, and the moment she rolled her hips in my lap, my soul left my body.

Oh, My Goodness!

No, no, no, no, no, no, my baby, no. She should not be doing that.

My mouth hung open, tongue-tied, staring at her beautiful, flushed face. Her eyes were low, her lips parted a little as she slowly rolled herself, grinding and giving life to something sleeping in the confines.

I immediately closed my eyes as I felt her applying the pressure. I could feel her warmth filtering through the layers of cloth and sending the tender jolts of currents to my manhood.

"Ah," she turned breathless, and the moment I realized that she could feel me growing hard under her, I placed my hand on hers, over my midriff.

"Rehana," I breathed, and she lifted her dizzy gaze to stare into my eyes.

I gulped, slowly and gently slipping into the darkness of sensations.

"Ji," she breathed with a shaky voice, and the moment she arched her head back, revealing her small and long neck, I grew terribly hard.

She was playing with the fire.

She was playing with something she could not even take, even after a dozen of trials.

My muscles tightened as I felt her tracing my length with her womanhood. She arched her hips back, beginning with the point of initiation, and gently glided forward, feeling the thickness up to the tip.

The realization must have hit her as she shivered visibly and looked back at me.

I stared into her eyes with a half smile, and she breathed unevenly.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," she breathed, stopping. I could not help but straighten myself and bring my hand closer to her flushed cheeks.

She looked into my eyes timidly, frightenedly, and I asked.

"Yes?"

My control was hanging by a thin thread. She did not know what she was trying to do, and I did not want her to hate me.

"It's big," she whispered, fluttering her gaze between my lips and eyes, and I leaned in closer to her lips and pecked her soft, tiny petals. She closed her eyes for a moment, going breathless just with it, and looked at me with dizzy and timid eyes.

"So?" I asked, leaning back against the headrest and caressing her hand over my midriff.

"Umm, this is it," she said suddenly and lowered her gaze before trying to move off my lap.

"But I am not satisfied yet," I said, holding her hand, and she shook her head.

"Ammijaan is calling me," she said, and I knit my brows and tried to pull her closer to me.

"I did not hear her," I said and adjusted her back into the place.

She gulped nervously, and I could feel her turning timid.

And, to tease her even more, I took my hand closer to her tiny, little waist and gently ground her along my length.

She inhaled sharply, looking at me. Her fingers trembled over my midriff, and I said.

"I do not like this color,"

She blinked rapidly and looked into my eyes while grinding herself unknowingly against me. My hardness must be making her uncomfortable. I could sense what she must be feeling.

I could tell that she was not expecting this.

"What color?" she asked, and I rubbed my thumb over her stomach.

"The one you are wearing," I said, and she gulped, lowering her gaze for a moment. I could not help but smile a little while leaning closer to her ear and asking.

"Ab nahi utarengi?"

"Now, you would not take it off,"

She immediately placed her hand over my chest and whispered.

"Jaan-e-Jahan,"

"Chaliye ab manate hai Suhaagraat,"

"Come on, let's consummate now," I whispered more in her ear, and suddenly, she pushed me back and immediately got off my lap.

"Ab hamara man nahi hai,"

"I am not in the mood now," she said

But, before she could run away, I held her hand.

"Ese kese man nahi hai, ab hamara man hai,"

"How can you not agree? Now I want to," I said and tried to pull her closer.

She tried to pull her hand from my hold.

"Rehana," I called her out, and she looked at me with a timid face.

"Let me go, Jaan-e-Jahan," she muttered, and I tried to pull her closer.

"But what about the mess you created?" I asked, and she tried to pull her hand out of my hold.

And, by her face, I could tell she was genuinely scared now.

So, I chuckled, stood up from the chair, and immediately lifted her up in my arms.

She shivered in my arms, and I immediately brought her closer to my chest, hugged her tightly, and kissed her forehead.

"Mazak kar rahe hai, Bacha, Itna waqt diya hai aapko, itne saal akele rahe hai hum, ab aapko tang thodi karengi,"

"I am joking, Bacha. I have given you so much time and waited years for you. Why would I trouble you now?" I said, and she hid her face in my neck and whispered.

"Hum dare nahi hai, bass... Abhi Sultanate me sab aaye hue hai, or hume kaam hai na isliye,"

"I am not scared, just... Right now, everyone has come to the Sultanate, and I have work, that's why," she said, and I laughed.

"Of course, I know," I said and took her to the chamber where the breakfast had gotten cold for us.

Reaching the couch, I sat down, and she silently pulled back to look into my eyes.

"To hum aapko acha lagte hai, or humse door rehne ki Wajah kuch aur hai?"

"So, you like me, and there is something else for staying away from me?" she asked, and I knit my brows and gently tapped on her hips. She lowered her gaze timidly.

"Door kaha hai? Hamari god me bethi hai aap, or kitna kareeb aana hai aapko?"

"How am I away from you? You are sitting in my lap. How close do you want to come?" I asked, and she shrunk in my arms and hugged me tightly.

"Very much close," she muttered, and I could not stop myself from caressing the back of her head, feeling her soft hair beneath my palm and muttering.

"You are still a baby, Rehana,"

She pulled back a little, looked into my eyes, and touched my cheek. I angled my face down so she could kiss me once.

"Then make me a woman, Jaan-e-Jahan," her words made me stare into her blue eyes, and I could not help but gulp and remind her.

"You are asking too much for yourself,"

She blinked timidly.

"I have seen too much in my life. I do not think anything can be more than too much," she said, and I immediately leaned into her lips and whispered.

"Poore din Sultanate ke kaam karne ke baad jab aap thakk jaengi na fir bhi der raat tak jagake rakhenge aapko, or khoob mehnat karaenge,"

"After working all day in the Sultanate, when you are exhausted, I will still keep you up late into the night and make you work hard,"

She inhaled deeply, heard me, and fluttered her gaze between my lips and eyes.

"Kesi mehnat?"

"What hard work?" she asked in a low whisper, and I leaned into her ear and whispered.

"Mehmano ko jaane de, fir batate hai, aapke saare armaan poore karenge, or jo aapne uff bhi kari to pitayi hogi aapki,"

"Let the guests leave, then I will tell you I will fulfill all your desires, and if you even sigh, you will be punished," I said, and she just smiled timidly, pushing me back against the couch.

"Haath mat lagaiyega, Ammijaan se shikayat kar denge ki aapke bete humpar haath uthate hai,"

"Do not try touching me. I will complain to Ammijaan that her son raises his hands on me," she said, and I smiled, pulling my hand back from her back, leaning forward to grab the bowl of berries, and looking at her.

"Khayal kitna rakha hai aaj tak, vo nahi bataengi, kisi cheej ki kami nahi hone di,"

"You would not tell her how much care I have taken of you until now, that I never let anything lack," I said, feeding her a few berries. She smiled, lowering her gaze.

"Isiliye to itna pyaar karte hai hum aapse,"

"That is why I love you so much," she said and chewed silently.

"Jo ki aap nahi karte humse,"

"That you do not feel for me," she said, and I immediately chuckled, looking at her cute, complaining face.

I could not stop myself from gently slapping her cheek.

"Pagal hai aap bilkul,"

"You are mad," I said, and she widened her eyes, placing her hand on her cheek, and cried out.

"Jaan-e-Jahan,"

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