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Rehman POV

"What?" My words brought a shock to her face.

"Choti Ammijaan's Sultanate?" She asked, and I nodded.

I was worried about her. I knew she had met her father, but until she was deeply in love with me, I had to move my pieces, put them together, and take control of the situation.

I could not lose her in the game of politics and war.

"Why?" She asked, and I smiled, gently caressing her midriff. I felt bad for lying.

But, it was needed.

"You would love it there. It's beautiful, and you will love bonding with Choti Ammijaan and Ghazal," I tried to explain, but she shook her head.

"I want to bond with you," she said, and I nodded, looking away from her.

"That, I know. But, the...um," I did not know if I should tell her.

And, the moment the guests would leave and reach a week away from Hamid Sultanate, I would wage war on Tabriz Khan. And I did not want anyone to put their hands on my treasure.

I did not know why, but telling Rehana about the war did not feel right.

She was already shocked by the killings, and she had just arrived.

"I was just thinking," I said, and she shook her head.

"No, I will not go anywhere," she said, and I nodded.

"Okay," I accepted.

And suddenly, she pushed the book away and shifted a little away from me. Sitting on her knees, she pushed her hair behind her and cleared her throat.

My brows squinted, wondering what she was doing.

"How do I look?" She asked, and I leaned back on the pile of pillows and looked at her from top to bottom. Her hair falls along the curves of her shoulder and waist and flows down to the bed. Her eyes shone dimly bright as sapphires under the orange hues of the sky before dusk.

"Like my wife," I replied, and her breath hitched. The way her tiny buds were highlighted through the thin fabric of her dress, I could not help but forward my hand out for her.

I wanted to spend so much time with her, to give her good memories of us, so that she would stop thinking about her mannerless and foolish father. I knew he would use her only.

And, realizing how much she loved him and believed in peace, she would not let anything happen to him.

So, I had to do it discreetly. I did not want to break her heart.

"Like your wife?" She asked, lowering her gaze down to herself.

"What do you mean?" She added, looking into my eyes. I smiled slightly while answering.

"Beautiful," I replied, and the way my comments flushed her cheeks made me smile even more.

"Come," I said, and she knitted her brows slightly and immediately shook her head.

"No, no, no," she said and chuckled nervously.

The way her fingers fidgeted against her dress, I wondered what she was doing.

"Umm, you cannot touch me," she said, and I knit my brows.

"Who said that?" I asked and immediately leaned forward to pull her towards me.

Her hands pressed against my naked chest, and her eyes widened with shock.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," she breathed out and the way she immediately sat back, pushing my hands away. I understood that she was trying to punish me and avenge what I did earlier.

And, to tease her back, I smiled while taking the book in my hand.

She immediately shook her head.

"No, do not read," she said, shifting closer. She then removed the book from my hand and placed it on the table.

"Then? What should I do?" I asked, curling my fingers around her arm and gently pulling her closer to me.

She gasped as I glided her up in my lap with her knees beside my waist.

Her dress climbed a little up.

"You are wearing the full dress?" I asked as she tried to lower it over her thighs slowly.

"Yes," a tiny pause followed. "It's a gift from Ruhani," she said, and a bit on my lower lip as her cheeks reddened even more.

"To sleep?" I asked, and she looked up before slowly shaking her head.

"To seduce and punish you," she answered in a hurry, and I chuckled.

"What for?" I asked, and she clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes.

"For what you did earlier. You left me there," she said.

And I nodded.

"Yes, you were stubborn about calling Jaan-e-Jahan instead of Rehman," I explained, and she shook her head.

"That is your name. Jaan-e-Jahan," she said, trying to convince me. I nodded, gently pulling her closer.

"Do not be angry with me, please," I requested, and the way she inhaled deeply before closing her eyes as her head pressed against my shoulder and chest touched against mine, I could not help but smile warming in her presence.

"Okay," she replied, and my smile grew even wider.

She was too cute, too pure.

I did not know what was happening to me. I just wanted to spend a lot of time with her, all the moments, all the time in her presence.

I did not know what she was doing. But I had never been so different.

Usually, whenever Choti Ammijaan and Abbujaan would leave the Sultanate, I felt so sad that I would hardly meet anyone.

And they would be leaving tomorrow, but I was not feeling the same.

She was healing something in me. My nights used to be dark and lonely, and the more lonely I was, the more engrossed I became in the books.

But now, I felt like enjoying her talk, listening to her voice, seeing her cute little face, and just smiling.

My fingers kept caressing her head, gently putting her to sleep.

I knew she worked hard to do whatever she wanted to do. And, a part of me could guess easily that all she wanted was to punish me through her beauty and keep me away.

"Acha ye bataiye, hum aapko kya kahe?"

"Alright, tell me, what should I call you?" I asked in a low voice, and she hummed softly.

With my gentle caressing, she was already drifting into the sleep. I did not want her to do anything for me, especially that was meant to catch my attention.

I wanted her to live like a Queen, to know her rights and responsibilities, and to understand her duties.

"Jaan," she replied, and I smiled, kissing her forehead.

"Jaan?" I repeated.

"Hamari jaan?"

"My Jaan?" I asked, and she nodded softly.

"Yes, your Jaan," she confirmed, and I smiled, kissing her head slowly.

And, only in a few moments, she fell asleep.

I pulled the comforter up to keep her warm. Her hair was still wet, and I did not want her to catch a cold.

And, to keep her warm, I kept her close to my naked chest.

After she fell asleep, I read a few pages of the book and slept, too.

And, before she could wake up in the morning and succeed in leaving me stranded and hot, I excused myself from the bed and finished my morning business and prayers and work.

I went out to meet my Ammijaan. She seemed slightly upset with Choti Ammijaan and everyone else leaving.

"I really hope I can visit the Darmiyan Sultanate and stay with you," Ammijaan told Choti Ammijaan.

"Come with us, Jiji," Choti Ammijaan suggested, and I smiled, leaving them to their sisterly talks.

I went to meet my father. I should tell him about it.

"Salam, Abbujaan," I wished him. He was busy reading a letter.

A wide smile appeared on his face.

"Rehman," he put the letter aside, and I walked towards him. He patted the couch beside him.

"Come, sit with me," he said, and I nodded, taking the seat beside him and noticing the scattered letters on the table and took a seat beside him,

"Why do you not let Haider handle all these, Abbujaan?" I asked, and he smiled, shaking his head.

"Why should he worry until I am here," he said, and I nodded.

"But, still," I tried to reply, but he touched my shoulder.

"I really hope I could let you live freely as well. I burdened you with responsibilities so early," he said, and I shook my head.

"If you had not. I would not have understood the importance of all of these," I said, and he caressed my shoulder.

"By the way, Abbujaan, I need to tell you something," I said, lowering my gaze and he asked.

"What happened? Is everything okay?" He asked, and I nodded.

"Everything is okay. But I think Aadil Khan has tried to contact Rehana Sultan," The moment I disclosed this, his brows knitted in a line.

"What? What do you mean?" He asked. I looked around and noticed that no one was hearing us.

"A group of dacoits kidnapped Rehana yesterday. And they were sent by Aadil Khan, her father. But she did not tell me. And I do not know why, but I cannot push her to tell me everything. I kind of understand her reason for hiding it. But what if it gets dangerous?" I asked, lifting my gaze to look into his eyes.

He shook his head slowly.

"Is she okay?" He asked. The gleam of worry was lingering through the lashes of his fatherly eyes.

"Yes," I replied with a burden on my chest.

Had I been a little late, they would have taken her away from me.

"Why do you think she is hiding something from you?" He asked, and I shook my head slowly with displeasure.

"She loves her father," I explained, and he nodded.

"Every girl does. Strangely, the daughter knows no limit when it comes to the father, especially when they are good with the daughter. She becomes stronger than the son to protect her father," he replied, and I nodded.

"Indeed," I agreed, though I had absolutely no experience with a daughter.

Hopefully, whenever Rehana has a baby girl, I will understand. The thought alone brought a smile to my face.

"What are you thinking then?" he asked, and I looked into his eyes.

"To wage a war on Tabriz Khan. He was the one who sent the dacoits, and his small Sultanate is near the borders of northern and southern Arab. So, if we had that Sultanate, we would have control over the trade, businesses, and information going through it," I explained, and he nodded.

"That is a good idea," he said.

I nodded in response.

"But, it is not good to wage a war just when the bride has arrived in the Sultanate," he said, and I inhaled deeply.

I knew it was bad but what could I do?

"How is she, by the way, after the attack?" he asked all of a sudden, and I shook my head.

"She is good," I said, and he placed his hand on my thighs. The tension grew thicker.

"She did not talk about it. She does not talk about her past as well," I explained, feeling a kind of failure. I wanted to be a Shauhar, not just a husband.

I wanted to know her inside out.

She was not just my wife; she was my second half. My everything relied on her. This Sultanate once belonged to her and now genuinely belonged to her.

And I wanted her to have me and the people in her heart.

"Is everything okay? Do you love each other?" he asked, and I looked up at him.

If I had not been worried about the past events and confused, I would have ignored this question with a smile.

"I do not know Abbujaan. It is different. Also, she is just a child yet," I explained, and he chuckled.

"A child?" he asked, and I laughed a little, too.

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