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Rehman POV

What did it take for me not to rip that tiny fabric off her body, push her down under me, sink into the softness of her skin, and hear the melody of her low, adorably uneasy moans?

Everything.

E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.

Everything in my body, everything that existed in this world, everything that I knew, I was ever since I started acknowledging my presence in life.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," she whispered shakily.

I closed my eyes to caress her nape and fill her with my presence, my attention, and the love she was screaming for.

But I did not know why something inside me was screaming even louder than everything. For the first time, my fingers could not pull back from her. My cheek refused to stop feeling hers against it. My heart threatened to stop beating just by hearing her willingness to be burnt for me.

Never.

Never. Until I am alive, and even if I would be wiped out.

"You are shaking," I muttered, gently caressing her cheek, and she closed her eyes, inhaling breakily. Her cheeks had turned red, and the way they glowed under the candlelights, I just could not stop staring.

"It...it's long," she said, and I could not stop myself from smiling and whispering over her lips.

"Do you not think you should practice feeling because you have to bear it," I teased her, and she just lowered her gaze, shaking her head.

"I will practice later," her voice came out slower and timid, and I gently caressed her back and said.

"Rehana," I called her out slowly after a few moments. I was awestruck.

She lifted her fluttering gaze to my eyes.

"There is no bearing in love. It is...as the knowers say, losing yourself until you are elevated," I said, and she squinted her brows, shaking her head slowly.

"Hum samjhe nahi,"

"I did not get it," her words made me smile, and I closed my eyes to kiss her forehead.

"Bachi hai na abhi aap,"

"You are still a child," I said, and she growled in fake anger.

"Urrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"

I immediately chuckled and pulled her closer to let her place her head on my stomach.

"Soyengi?"

"Do you want to sleep?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Lekin aapko baahon me soyenge,"

"But only in your arms," she said, and I nodded, chuckling softly.

"Okay," I agreed, placing my hands around her. Then, I shifted to sit against the pile of pillows and lay down.

She laid over my chest; one leg was out of the comforter, and the other was in the middle of my legs. She placed her hand on my chest, facing the palm upwards before my gentle caressings began to soothe her.

I disturbed her a little for the medicine before she fell asleep.

And since having a woman in my arms was still very strange for me, my sleep was delayed.

The next morning, as I opened my eyes, I found her still sleeping on my chest. The way her palm was curled over, I immediately opened it straight. She was drooling.

Seeing her, a wide smile appeared on my face. The saliva was sticking through the fabric, and I gently wiped it, and she closed her eyes.

Kissing her head, I gently moved her off to let her seek comfort in the warmness of the bed before I stepped down.

Finishing my morning business, I served my prayers.

And, as usual, after the prayers, I walked around the Sultanate to see the birds waking up, the sun slowly soaking the earth with its warmness, and met my Ammijaan.

"How is she now?" Ammijaan asked as I found her working with some letters.

"Better," I said, kissing her knuckles out of respect, and sat beside her.

"I am feeling bad for her. I want to meet her," she said and I smiled weakly shaking my head.

"She needs time. It's too much for her," I tried to say, and she smiled.

"Is everything going better between you two?" She asked further, and I smiled, nodding.

"She is cute," I said, and she smiled back.

"That she is. She is very lovely. Such a pure soul, unaware of any cheating, cleverness, or dark sides of life. You should love her the most, Rehman. " Her words made me lower my gaze.

We had not discussed any such thing before. We had not discussed my wife like this before.

I nodded, though.

"I will try," I said, trying to compress my blush.

"You do not have to try. You have loved her the most, Rehman," she said, placing her hand on mine.

"You know, when Shah Haider and I got married. I was insanely in love with him. I would wait for the whole day to talk to him in the evening. I would stay inside our chamber as your grandmother was unhappy with our wedding. And I see myself in Rehana a lot," she said, and a smile appeared on my face.

"And, I cannot help but feel if she would get loved by you, a part of me would heal. As a woman who got everything in her life, all I want is another woman getting all the love of her husband." There was a bright smile on her face, and I just nodded.

"I will, Ammijaan," I tried to assure her, and she nodded.

"Um, I should go and check on her," I said, excusing myself, and she just smiled.

Stepping into my chamber, I found her soundly sleeping on the bed. And I just could not help but sit beside her to adore how beautiful she was.

Beautiful lashes, innocent faces, medium-sized lips, and hair mark their territory by spreading wide.

Leaning in, I kissed her forehead before asking the attendee to inform me whenever she would wake up.

Afterward, I attended the court with my father, Haider, and the other guests. Since they were here in the Kingdom, it was respectful to make them feel included.

But, I did not know amid the celebration after decades in Hamid, the tragedy that happened with Rehana seemed only a sign of something bigger.

I just could not shake my heart off the fact that Rehana's father was seen near the borders of the southern Arab just a few weeks ago. And, if Southern Arab would accept a visitor from here, that only meant a war in coming.

A few centuries ago, our ancestors made their way here, civilized the places, and grew the Sultanates.

The southern part already existed near us, but they could not accept it, leading to a deadly and dangerous war between us.

But we won. And, the southern Arab lost its most renowned and powerful monarch.

Since then, everything has stopped between us. The trade, the marriages, and thick boundaries were created.

But, the successors of southern Arab never got over it.

A part of me also wondered if Rehana's father had never gotten over the loss of Hamid Sultanate and his elder brother and wanted to avenge it.

He used to stay with his family, but since he could not produce a male heir even after decades, he left them and went away somewhere. Rehana would be thirteen or fourteen at that time. I connected all these only after I found her in that brothel.

I searched for her family as well, and it seemed that all her step sisters were married and her stepmother was sick. God was already paying her for her deeds; my intervention was not needed.

But, now he was back. And he was back with a bigger threat.

After wrapping up the court's work, I visited the chamber to see her again. I needed to look after the soldier's training for a while and do some administrative work, but meeting her felt important.

Not because she was wounded but because my heart felt like meeting her.

And the moment I entered her chamber, I found her sitting on the couch in white attire, with her head arched back against the headrest while the food was getting cold on the table.

A tiny smile appeared on my face, and I silently walked closer to sit beside her. She must have felt my presence as she opened her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes seemed red, and I could not stop myself from asking.

"Were you crying?" I asked, and she lowered her gaze, shaking her head.

"What happened?" I asked, shifting closer to her and gently wrapping my arm around her shoulder. Placing her head on my shoulder, she sobbed a little.

"What happened?" I asked again, and she shook her head.

"I am waiting for Shefali. She went to bring water. I am hungry and I cannot eat with the left hand. I cannot pick anything or tear it," she said, looking up into my eyes while thick trails of tears rolled down her cheek.

I tried to compress my smile, which was daring to appear, finding her cute, but I kept it to myself.

"There is nothing to cry about in this. Let me help," I said, gently pulling my hands back from her, and she just sat silently.

"Here, eat it," I said, feeding her the tiny little bites.

"If you need anything, just call me. No need to ask anyone if they are not listening, okay?" I asked, and she nodded, chewing silently.

"Am I becoming a burden on you?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"Why do you say that," I asked, and she lowered her gaze.

"You are my wife, no?" I said, feeding her another bite.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," she called out slowly, stopping my hand in the air and shaking her head, signifying her disinterest in eating more.

"I found this on the bed," she said, bringing out a coin from her side of the touch. I immediately recognized it, and before I could take it from her hand, she fisted it in her left palm and looked into my eyes.

"From where did you get it?" she asked, and I did not know how much she knew about this.

When Abbujaan took power over the Hamid Sultanate, all the previous coins were returned and melted to produce new ones. It was made sure that no one held that coin and that it would not be used.

And finding an almost three-decade-old coin in the Sultanate all of a sudden, just after she had arrived, seemed disturbing.

"Um," I did not know what to tell her.

"I just got it," I could not explain, and she squinted her brows with confusion.

"But, that's mine," she said, and now my brows knit with confusion.

"This coin was mine, and I lost it. When my stepmother sold me the brothel and left me, I asked them and offered this coin in exchange for my freedom if they would grant it," the tears rolled down her cheeks even more.

"But they said these coins do not work anymore. And after that, I lost it there and never found it," she said, and I did not know what to say.

How did this coin come here if it was lost in the Brothel? I found it in our chamber, where it fell near the couch. I thought it was her who brought it here.

And, there was no chance there would be two coins of the same print. It had a picture of Hamid Sultanate, and these coins were issued just a year before his loss over the Sultanate.

"My father had this last coin. And, before leaving us, he gave it to only me. I was his youngest child, and he loved me so much. He said that he would come back," she said, breaking into more cries, and I could sense her pain.

Everything was confusing. It did not seem a good thing.

And, since I had nothing to say, I just caressed her arms with a soft hug.

"Thank you so much for getting it back for me. I love you so much, Jaan-e-Jahan," she said, and I closed my eyes.

I did not bring it here. I did not even know about her, but seeing her smile, gazing at it, I nodded silently.

But the question remained the same.

Who knew about this coin except Rehana and her father?

And why, after seven years, did it come to us like this?

What was wrong?

Was his father trying to reach her? I looked around, my palms feeling sweaty.

Was this chamber safe enough?

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