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Rehana POV

"Ji, Ammijaan," I asked, walking out of the bathing room and following Ammijaan's gaze, looking at the marks of my watery steps.

"What happened? Why are you wet at this time? And, what happened to your hand, an attendee told me?" she asked with a tiny smile and tension on her face, and I shook my head.

"Nothing Ammijaan. Got a bangle cut. And, about this, Jaan-e-Jahan is taking a bath, and he pulled me inside the pool," I explained, and her smile grew wider, dripping the tension off. Well, there was nothing concerning, so she should not have known the problem.

"Oh, it seems like I disturbed something. I thought Rehman would be out, so I came to see you," she clarified. I stepped closer to her and showed her the bandage on my wrist.

"It's nothing serious, Ammijaan. He bandaged it already," I told her. She placed her hand on my head and leaned in to kiss my forehead.

"Khuda aap jesi samajhdar bahu sabko bakshe,"

"May Allah bless everyone with a daughter-in-law like you," she said. I did not know why my smile grew wider. She looked back for a moment.

"Alright, I should go. And do not leave your Jaan-e-Jahan. Hold him tight," she said, and I chuckled.

"I try to Ammijaan, but he always slips by," I said, pouting, and she laughed a little.

"By the way, all the guests are to leave early in the morning. I would love it if you would be there to wish them goodbyes," she said, and I nodded, smiling.

"This is not even to be asked, Ammijaan. Of course, I will be there," I assured her, and she caressed my cheek before she took her steps out of the chamber.

The soldiers closed the doors, and I looked in the direction of the bathing room.

But, a part of me was still not able to digest and accept how he killed those dacoits. What if he would kill my father, too? He was an enemy for him, too.

Also, I could not deny that was the need and heat of the moment. I mean, he was right at his place. Someone touched his wife, and he would not sit idle and enjoy.

But, still, cutting someone in half and then pinning someone to the tree's trunk with a sword was straightforward, brutal, and heartless.

There could be other punishments as well.

Being in the web of my thoughts, I walked towards the bathing room again, but instead of going to the bathing pool, I walked into the changing area to get out of my wet clothes and wear something comfortable and dry.

My half-wet hair irked me, and I could not help but stand before the mirror and begin unbraiding them first.

I wanted to call for Shefali, but knowing that Jaan-e-Jahan was naked in the chamber, I did not want anyone to see him, even by mistake.

He was mine.

Opening my hair to dry air, I walked towards one of my trunks and took out a plain and simple rose-colored Sharara. It did not have any heavy work, and it was one of the pairs that Choti Ammijaan gifted to me.

I thought of wearing it to show my gratitude towards her till she was here.

Standing before the mirror, I pulled the knots of my lower down and pulled the fresh one up. My wrist hurt a little, but I tried to work on my fists.

After changing it, I pulled the kurti off through the neck and picked up the fresh one.

But, suddenly, the door to the changing room pushed open, and I immediately pressed the fabric against my naked breast.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," my voice came out without any warning. He looked away immediately. I looked at him through the mirror.

"What are you d—"

"I am changing," I quickly spat back.

My heartbeats raced.

Well, I always wanted him to see me naked and adore my beauty and breasts, but not like this. This did not seem romantic.

And, suddenly, when I thought that he would be gentlemanly and walk out, he looked back at me and closed the door. My eyes widened with shock. I could see all of him through the reflection of the mirror.

"Yes, I can see that," the confidence and tease dripped off his tongue like honey drops from the honeycomb when it gets overfilled or someone cuts the honeycomb.

"Jaan-e-Jahan. I am almost naked," I tried to remind him if he had forgotten that it was not very mannerly to walk into the changing woman's chamber. And, suddenly, when he moved his gaze away from me to the fresh pair of anklets that I needed to change into, I tried to hurry up with the kurti.

But, my foolish fortune, I could not press my hands into the arms. They were lost.

He picked up the anklets, and the moment he looked back at me, I immediately pressed the cloth back to my chest again.

"Have you forgotten my lips down there? Rehana," he said, and I did not know what had come into him all of a sudden.

Well, I had not forgotten anything.

I remembered everything, and just by remembering it, I felt slight tickles between my legs. The thought of his lips sucking down there made me press my thighs together, and I rolled my toes.

"That was different," I tried to say, shaking my head as he stepped closer. My heart beats raced even faster.

"Oh, really? What was different?" he asked, and I gulped nervously, staring into his subtle green eyes, which shone brightly as he stepped into the sunlight zone.

"I have seen a lot already," he added after a moment of pause, and my heart came into my mouth.

A lot?

Like between my legs, my breasts, my legs, and all of me?

What? I thought he was just sucking; I did not know he was taking advantage and looking at all of me. A part of me felt betrayed as I did not even know how many he had on his body.

But my mind, my heart, and my soul were betraying me right at this moment as my gaze lowered down to his chest again and again. Due to his tall height, I was only reaching up to his shoulder, and he was standing slightly right behind me. Still, it's a little far from me.

And, I knew he was smiling internally and finding me a moth to his inflammable body.

Why was he so attractive?

He was not that attractive seven years ago.

Oh, he was completely dressed at that time—foolish me.

Suddenly, he started walking closer again.

And, his heading steps towards me raced my heartbeats, and the way he stopped, smirked slightly, and stared at me through the mirror, I could not help but first my hands tighter over the cloth against my naked chest.

My gaze fixated on his face as he lowered his sight down to my back, and I immediately turned around to look at him with widened eyes.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," I breathed out, unable to digest that he was looking at me that way.

"What?" He asked, knitting his brows with innocence, and I shook my head slowly.

"I need to change," I reminded him, and he copied my expressions and smiled, looking at me.

"So?" he asked, taking a few steps away from me and turning around. My gaze fell on his back, and the way a few droplets glided down the curves of his shoulders and reached the small of his waist, I could not help but gulp thirstily.

"What are you doing here, Jaan-e-Jahan?" I asked in a low voice. He turned around, grabbed a few berries in his hand, and shook his head.

"Nothing. Am I disturbing you?" He asked, placing the pair of anklets on the table beside him. I rolled my eyes, turning back to the mirror and the way he turned around and stepped closer to stand just behind me; I could not help but blink nervously.

The bright sunlight fell on us through the windows. He chewed the berries, and I asked.

"You are going to watch me?" My voice came out low and tense.

He licked on his lips and asked.

"Kyu nahi dekh sakte? Biwi nahi hai aap hamari?"

"Cannot I watch you? Are you, not my wife?" his voice teasingly said, and I stared blankly at him.

I did not have any answers for it. Well, he could watch me as much as he wanted, but when we would get entangled, not when I was changing or bathing, or pooping. That was gross.

"Does this silence mean a no?" He asked, and I immediately shook my head.

"No... I mean, no. I mean not the 'No' for your previous question," he knit his brows, stepped even closer, and placed his hand on my wounded wrist. "I mean no to the silence question. Not to the watching one," I tried to clarify, and my voice came out slightly shaky. My breaths turned uneven as he gently tried to pull the cloth off my chest with the inviting words.

"Laiye hum madad karte hai kabhi haath me jyada lag jaye,"

"Let me help, or you might get even more hurt," His voice was calm, and I lowered my gaze as my fingers suddenly felt weaker.

I could lift tens of kilograms, but the way he slowly peeled it off my skin, I felt too weak to defend myself.

I turned around slowly, and my nipples turned hard as the clothes went away from my chest. I tried to press my hands over my chest, but he just smiled, caressing my chin.

"Ya allah hume to samajh hi nahi aati ki aapko sharam kab aati hai or kab nahi. Baatein to esi badi badi karengi jese kitni jaankar ho, or jab kuch karne ki baari aati hai to saanp soongh jaata hai,"

"Oh Allah, I cannot even understand when you feel shy and when you do not. You talk as big as if you know so much, but when it's time to act, you freeze like a snake has bitten you,"

He teased me in a low voice, and suddenly, he lifted my chin up to make me look into his eyes. His lips carried a tiny and comforting smile as he straightened the arms of the kurti and brought them forward for me to push my hands inside.

I felt timid, but the way he kept looking into my eyes without making me uncomfortable, I fluttered my gaze, pushing my hands slowly.

My bangles tingled, and he stepped even closer to push the kurti down my neck. It fell down, hanging over my breast,t and he gently pulled it down without even trying to touch me.

I could notice my nipples poking through the fabric.

"Aapki chuaan me bhot tehzeeb or aaram hai, Jaan-e-Jahan,"

"Your touch is very comfortable and elegant, Jaan-e-Jahan," I could not stop myself from saying, and he smiled, pushing my hair behind my ear.

Leaning closer, he placed his lips against my forehead. My heartbeats raced as I felt the touch of his beautiful and soft rose petals against my skin. But the way he kept them pressed for long, I could not help but give in and close my eyes.

"Dhyan rakha kijiye, Rehana. Do hafte me hi pehle haath jala liye or ab ye,"

"Take care of yourself, Rehana. You got your hand burnt, and then this just within two weeks," he said, and I looked up into his eyes and replied.

"Hum to aapke hai Jaan-e-Jahan, hamara dhyan to aap hi rakhenge na. Sab kuch hum hi karenge to aap kya karenge?"

"I am yours, Jaan-e-Jahan. It is your responsibility to take care of me. And if I do everything, what will you do?" I asked, and he smiled and nodded.

"Fir bhi thoda dhyan rakha kijiyega. Hume kuch ho gaya to Sultanate to aap hi chalayengi na,"

"Still, you should take care of yourself. If anything happens to me, you will have to handle the Sultanate," he said, and my heart immediately turned heavy, and I felt tears in my eyes.

"Why would you say that?" I asked in a loud voice, and he chuckled.

"Such a child you are," he said, and I immediately pushed him away.

"You should go if you have to say only such things," I said, and he just smiled, stepping closer.

"Pyaar, mohobbat ki baatein to aapse hoti nahi hai. Ye befisool ki Marne maarne ki baatein bahut banate hai aap,"

"You never talk about love and affection. You're always making these pointless talks about fighting and killing," I said, and suddenly he stepped closer, and my eyes widened with disbelief as he stared into my eyes and lifted me up to make me sit on the dressings' table to make my face reach his.

"Aap kaafi to hai pyaar, mohobbat ki baato ke liye,"

"You are enough to talk about the love and passion," he said, and I could not help but feel the warmness in my cheeks.

My heartbeats raced as he slowly pushed his finger under my gold chain and gently pulled it out of my kurti. But, when he did not leave it, I could not help but take my face closer to him.

My chest touched his naked one, and I blinked nervously, feeling the warmness of it.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," I inhaled deeply as he kept pulling my chain, and I placed my hands on it his forearm and his chest.

My fingers trembled as he stared deeply into my eyes. My long and wet hair brushed against the sides of my face as he slowly leaned in closer and pecked my lips.

My eyes enlarged, and I could not help but flutter between his eyes and lips, carrying a tiny smile. His gaze turned intense, and I gulped nervously as he gently lowered his hand down and parted my thigh to stand between my legs.

My fingers trembled as my feet touched against my knees, and my ocean-wide legs made my core touch against his lower abdomen.

"What are you doing?" I breathed shakily, unable to understand his intentions.

A part of me feared taking him sitting like here.

I mean, I had seen and knew what could possibly happen now, but I had heard that it hurt a lot the first time. And the bed would be comfortable. No?

"Aapka... man kar raha hai kya ab?"

"Are... you in the mood now?" I managed to ask, swallowing the lump in my throat. The way he placed his hand on my thigh and slowly glided his hand upwards to my back arched, I blinked nervously.

Oh My... what was he doing?

He chuckled softly.

"Bardaasht to aap kar nahi paati, baatein hi banati hai bass,"

"You cannot even tolerate it. All you do is talk," he said in a low voice, and I lowered my gaze to stare at his chest.

My sight fell on the tiny mole just below his collarbone, and I could not help but place my hands on his chest and glide my fingers down.

"Jab aadat pad jaegi to bardaasht kar payenge hum,"

"After being habitual, I will be able to tolerate it," I replied in a low voice, trying to assure him, and he chuckled.

I immediately looked up into his eyes.

Why did he laugh?

I was serious.

He stared silently into my eyes, and the way he gently leaned in closer and suddenly pulled me closer to him, making my body crush into his, I breathed heavily.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," I managed to say in a shaky voice, reminding him of where we were. He lifted his brow, asking me in the signal.

"We... we," I tried to say something, but the way he gently glided his fingers up and reached the knot of my lower, my words hung in my throat. My cheeks turned warmer, and I blinked, flustering.

He smiled a little, and I angled my face sideward to maintain distance as my head touched the mirror behind me.

He was unnecessarily taller.

"Kuch keh rahi thi aap. Aadat daalne ke baare me?"

"You were saying something about learning to be habitual?" he asked, knitting his brows a little, and my mouth hung open as he pulled the knots of my lower. My hand fisted firmly around his forearms.

"Jii... ji,"

"Yes... yes," I managed to say, staring weakly into the eyes.

"To konsi aadat se shuru karengi?"

"Then which habit will you start with?" he asked in a low and breathy voice, and I gulped, closing my eyes and inhaling a deep breath as his fingers slid inside my lower.

I tried to press my thighs together, opening my eyes lazily and staring into his with questions.

Nothing would work now. My words were just a play for him.

"Koi bhi,"

"Any," I managed to reply, and he stared deeply into my eyes and the way he leaned over me and tried to place his lips over my heavily breathable mouth. I lowered my hand down his chest and placed it on the table to balance myself.

And, suddenly, he reached the folds of my skin, and my lashes were forced close.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," the voice tore free from my mouth, feeling his oddly cold and warm fingers brushing against me.

I felt slightly wet, and my lashes opened dizzily, and he breathed over my mouth.

"Rehman kahengi to aage kuch karenge nahi to chale jaenge wapis,"

"I will do anything ahead of this only if you call me Rehman, or I will go back," he said in a low, threatening voice, and I stared deep into his eyes.

The way his subtle green had darkened, I could feel that he was growing needy, too.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," I breathed, staring into his eyes, and his lips curved into a sly grin, listening to me.

"Rehman," he whispered over my lips, gently moving his fingers over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes, arching my head back momentarily as the sensations began to take over me. I tried to press my thighs together, but it seemed impossible with his big self between my legs.

I blinked timidly.

"Jaan-e-Jahan hai aap hamare,"

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