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Rehman POV

Rehana fell unconscious, and my attention immediately diverted to her pale face. The anger subsided, and suddenly, I felt as if my heartbeats had returned.

"Rehana," I called out, my blood-stained hands reaching for her cheeks, gazing at the drying and cold tears.

"Rehana," the panic and tension thickened in my voice.

My fingers trembled as I collected her unconscious self in my arms, gently tapping her cheeks. What the hell was I thinking? I should have known that she fears seeing people die.

Sighing deeply to calm my mind down, I immediately lifted her in my arms and looked around at the soldiers.

"Find out who they were and what they wanted to do with the Sultana?" I ordered them, carrying my Mehbooba in my arms to the horse. 

My heart beat madly as I placed her on the horse's back and immediately climbed behind her to run towards the Sultanate.

Who the hell were those attackers? And why did they catch her? It did not seem like they were only dacoits and wanted to rob her. It seems like they came just for her for something.

I did not know why, but all those things that were happening suddenly led to my suspicion and doubt toward her father.

How come all of a sudden she found out a coin from him?

How come she got her lost horse back?

And why was she suddenly behaving so distant after that rally? It did not only seem about me killing people.

All those questions caged and twisted my mind as I rode through the forest's route to reach the back side of the Sultanate—the door closer to our chamber. I did not want it to come to anyone's notice, especially when the guests were still there in the Sultanate.

And, right now, all I wanted was for her to open her eyes.

My baby got her hand burnt and now attacked just within a matter of two weeks.

What the hell was happening?

I did not know why my heart was aching just by seeing her. Her unconscious face was pressing against my chest; her fingers that always tried to hold my hands were lying freely. I had my arm around her to hold her tight and firm before me.

As the soldiers noticed me running towards the back doors of the Sultanate, they immediately opened them for me, and I rode inside directly.

Reaching inside, I noticed a few soldiers running towards us to help. But I signaled them to stop and climb down before carrying her to our chamber.

The soldiers outside opened the doors for me, and I immediately climbed the stairs and ran to the bed.

"Rehana," I called her out, gently tapping her cheeks.

She did not react or move, and I looked at the water's glass at the table. Wetting my fingers with a few drops, I sprinkled it over her face, and she blinked her eyes.

"Rehana," I called out and cupped her cheek.

"Abbujaan," she breathed very slowly, and my brows knit with confusion.

Abbujaan?

My fingers froze as my brain ran in every direction, and I wondered if her father had tried to meet her.

But how the hell was it possible?

"Jaan-e-Jahan," she called me out in her slow voice, and I immediately came out of my thoughts.

"Bache, how are you?" I asked, leaning closer to her and caressing her cheeks. She brought her hands closer to her head and inhaled sharply before opening her eyes.

The way she blinked, I signaled the attendees to dim the lights in the chamber.

"Are you okay? Baby," I could not stop myself asking, and she looked at me. The color of her face paled as she lowered her gaze to my blood-stained clothes and my hands holding her cheeks.

She immediately sat up and began breathing heavily.

"Hey, calm down, calm down, Rehana," I spoke softly. She gulped nervously and looked around to notice the attendees standing a little far from the bed.

The curtains of the bed were open.

"You killed them. All of them," she said. The layer of shock and fear was visible in her voice, and I could not stop lowering my gaze on her hands.

Eight bangles were missing in one of her hands, and the blood was staining against the yellow of her clothes. My heart pierced into two as I noticed the broken piece of glass inside her torn flesh.

"They hurt you," I reminded her if she had forgotten why they needed to be killed.

"I am alive," she said, and I brought her hand closer to my mouth, bit the glass's piece between my teeth, and pulled it out with a jerk.

"Ahhhh," she cried out with pain, and I threw that piece away and looked at the fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I am sorry. I could not wait for them to hurt you a little more before killing them," I said, unable to understand what was wrong with her.

Someone hurt her, and she did not want them to be killed.

"Takhliya,"

"Privacy," she announced all of a sudden, and I turned around a little to notice all the attendees leaving.

They closed the door, leaving us alone, and I looked back at her.

"Where did you go?" I asked, referring to the moment when I was holding her hand, and she just went away. And, then, the dacoits attacked.

Her eyes stared silently into mine, and she shook her head.

"I was right there... and then... they come and...," more tears slipped down her cheeks while she added. "And, they took me there,"

My brows squinted, and my heart was not ready to believe it. This was not her. She would never leave my hand. And I did notice her stepping back when I was paying the seller.

What was she doing?

I did not know why, but my heart was afraid to question her. She had come here after seven years. We had finally started our married life, and I did not want any sourness in it. I did not want to doubt her in any way. But it seemed like she was hiding something.

"You are hurt?" she asked suddenly, lowering her gaze to my chest. The shawl, the overcoat, and the Kurta beneath it were painted in red.

I shook my head with a weak smile as she placed her hands on my chest and pushed the shawl away from my chest.

"You are covered in blood," she said, moving her trembling fingers over my chest. I smiled, shaking my head.

"It's not mine," I tried to convince her, but she just shook her head, shed more tears, and shifted closer to me with impatience.

"No, there must be a cut. There is blood," her voice came out shaky, and the way she pushed the shawl over my shoulder and held the strings of my overcoat, and I could not help but cup her cheeks with care and kiss her forehead.

"I am okay, Bache; nothing happened. That's not my blood. You are hurt. Let me bandage it," I said, gently holding her hand, but she immediately pulled it back and shook her head.

"No, it's too much blood," her voice trembled, and the way she used her shaky fingers to open my overcoat, I could not help but push it down my shoulders and take it before rolling my kurta through my head.

"See, there is nothing," I said, showing her my half-naked body, and she gasped, gazing at me.

Her eyes widened, and she blinked nervously, lowering her gaze timidly down to my chest.

"Rehana," I called her slowly and pushed the loose strand of her hair behind her ear. She touched my neck and glided her hands down my chest, feeling me up.

"You are so big," she said in a low-hazed voice, and I bit on my lower lip, trying to compress my smile.

She was back to her default settings.

"What do you eat?" she asked, lifting her gaze up to look into my eyes. I looked into her big, doe, blue eyes shining like pieces of sapphire.

"I eat my wives. Three thousand. Ate all of them," I said, and she smiled blushingly and shifted even closer to reach down to my abs.

"Seriously, what do you eat?" she asked again, and I felt her soft, trembling fingers whispering against my skin. My smile vanished as I felt her touch, giving life something I did not know about. The way her fingers glided down my chest, moving along my midriff and reaching my abs, I could not help but hold her hand and look into her eyes.

"Let me bandage it," I said, and she stared blankly into my eyes for a few moments before lowering her gaze.

Leaving the bed, I went to find the cotton bandage and the medicinal paste to wrap around her wrist.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," her voice caught my attention, and before I could even turn, I felt her hug me from behind. Her wrists circled around my shoulders, and my brows knit with confusion as she pressed her cheeks on my back.

"What happened?" I asked, and she tightened her hold around me and gently kissed my back. I felt a flutter in my heart.

"Dar gaye the hum aapko dekhkar. Ese kon maarta hai?"

"I got scared watching you. Who kills like that?" she said in a low, frightened voice and added in a low voice.

"Aap hum par to haath nahi uthaenge na kabhi. Hum ek thappad bhi nahi jhel payenge,"

"You will not raise your hands on me, right? I would not be able to handle even a single slap from you," she said, and I immediately laughed while turning around her and cupping her cheek to look into her eyes.

"Paglo jese baate kyu karti hai aap. Hum kyu uthaenge aap par haath. Ye sab kaha se sochti hai aap?"

"Why do you talk like madly? Why would I raise my hands on you? How can you even think like that?" I asked, staring seriously into her eyes.

She shook her head slowly.

"I do not know. You were so angry back then," she said, and I held her hand to take her to bed again and made her sit before me.

Holding her wrist, I began to dress her wound after applying the medicinal paste and reminded her.

"Not with you, Bache,"

She hissed in pain as I placed the cotton cloth against her wound and looked into her eyes.

"You have gotten hurt twice in just two weeks. What am I going to do with you?" I asked, and she looked into my eyes.

"You killed them for me?" her words made me knit my brows, and I shook my head.

"Of course. How could they even touch you?" I asked, and she stared deeply into my eyes, and I chuckled.

"Rehana, I am your husband, not the dew drops that would disappear whenever the sun would come. I am here for you," I said, as she looked at me as if I would disappear anywhere.

"But, you do not love me," she said, and I knit my brows, looking into her confused eyes.

"I am your husband," I reminded her. Suddenly, she crashed her lips into mine, and my fingers froze, her soft petals pecking my lips for a fraction of a moment.

"Are you angry?" she asked immediately, pulling back. I blinked silently and shook my head.

"No, why would I be?" I asked, and she pulled her hand back after I tied the bandage around her wrist. Then, she immediately stood up to her feet.

"Rehana?" I called her as she began walking in the chamber, and I did not know why but seeing her tense and chaotic, a smile appeared on my face.

"Alright, I am going to clean this up and change," I said, and she did not even listen to me. She kept walking in the chamber as I went into the bathroom.

After stripping the remaining clothes, I wrapped a thin, simple cloth around my waist and stepped into the pool to wash myself.

Suddenly, I noticed the faded noise of her anklets approaching in the bathing room, and I smiled, angling my head back against the wall of the pool.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," she called out, standing before the door, and I opened my eyes to look at her breathing heavily as if she had run around the Sultanate.

"Ji," I said, moving the jug away from the pool's wall's edge to make a place for her to sit.

She immediately marched towards me and sat behind me on the wall's edge, and I arched my head back to look into her eyes. My head touched her thighs as she spoke.

"Aap naraz hai humse?"

"Are you angry with me?" she asked with sadness in her voice, and I shook my head.

"No, why would I be?" I counter-questioned, and she lowered her gaze, fidgeting her fingers on her dupatta, and shook her head.

"I do not know. I mean, no man touches the man's wife. And they kidnapped me, and one of them slapped me—"

"What?" I immediately cut her off. I did not know about it. I would have cut him into a million pieces if she had told me earlier.

"Yes, but what I mean is that I hope you do not doubt me. I only love you, Jaan-e-Jahan. There is no one in my life, and please never doubt me—"

"Shhhhh," I immediately hushed her down and held her hand to say.

"Come here," I said, and she knit her brows confusedly as I pulled her inside the pool. She put her feet inside one of one, and the way cold water soaked into her clothes, she shrunk in and inhaled deeply before sitting beside me.

I wrapped my arms around her and looked into her eyes. She pulled her knees up, and I held her wounded hand in my other hand to keep it out of the water as the water reached her chest. She was small.

"Why do you think of stupid things?" I asked, looking into her eyes, and she knitted her brows.

"Stupid things? Is this a stupid thing to you? Do you even know men? They kill their wives if someone even touches them," she said, and I smiled weakly, shaking my head.

"I know you will never betray me. I believe in your love," I said, and I meant it word by word. I knew I was taking time, and I genuinely wanted her to understand love and marriage before everything, but I could swear on anything that she would never betray me.

I knew her intensity of love towards me.

"I will never, but what if someone touches me? Will you not be mad?" she asked. I did not know, but her words made me feel a kind of burn in my heart, and I immediately looked away from her for a moment.

I could not even imagine that scenario.

"I do not know, I might cut all those hands and feed to the crows and keep them alive until the last breath of their lives," I said, and she gasped.

"Why so cruel?" she asked, and I looked back at her with unbelievable eyes.

"You touch my wife and expect me to be gentle with you?" I asked, and she immediately straightened up to look into my eyes.

"But, you do not even love me," she said, and my hand immediately reached for her cheeks. I cupped them and pulled her face closer to me.

"I do, baby, I do," I could not stop myself from whispering on her lips. She shivered a little and stared nervously into my eyes.

"Do you love me?" she asked. I kissed her forehead, brought her closer to hug her, gently stroked her back, and nodded.

"Yes," I did not know why I said that. I did not know if I meant it or not. And, if yes, what was its intensity? But, if not her, who would I love? So, I loved her. There was no doubt about it.

She smiled all of a sudden and pulled back.

"Sach me?"

"For real?" she asked, and I smiled, nodding genuinely.

"Rehana," suddenly, the voice of Ammijaan caught our attention, and we both looked in the bathroom door's direction.

"Ammijaan," she said, looking into my eyes and added.

"I should go and meet her," she said timidly, pushing my hand away before getting out of the pool.

My gaze fell on her footprints leaving the bathing room. I did not know, but the mere thought of her leaving me tightened my heart.

I did not know why I thought of it all of a sudden.

She would never leave me.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply and angling my head back.

My mind was not ready to believe that those people were dacoits, and if Rehana had met her father, she must have told me. Then, why would she say Abbujaan in her consciousness?

Maybe it was her go-to word.

Leaving it, I cleaned myself and went out to the changing room. The water dropped down my clothes with each step, and the moment I pushed the door of the changing room open, she screamed.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," she pulled the dupatta to her breast, and I immediately looked away.

"What are you d—" I immediately shut my mouth, remembering that she was wet and she must be changing.

"I am changing," she said, and I inhaled deeply before looking in her direction.

"Yes, I can see that," I said, closing the door behind me and her eyes widened with shock.

"Jaan-e-Jahan, I am almost naked," she said, trying to hurry up with her kurti, and I noticed the pair of her anklets on the table.

Leaning in, I picked them up and looked at her through the mirror. She was still holding the kurti against her naked breast, hiding it from me.

"Have you forgotten my lips down there? Rehana," I reminded her; she growled with timidity and shook her head.

"That was different," she said, and I stepped closer to her.

"Oh, really? What was different?" I asked, reaching closer to her and adding to her small memory. "I have seen a lot already,"

She stared at me through the mirror silently.

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