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Rehman POV

As usual, she looked beautiful.

I never knew that bright colors could be so attractive and focusable. I mean, I could not move my gaze from her. The bright green attire, woven with thin silk and a golden border, just could not stop me from reaching out my hand to her.

She blinked nervously, gazing at my hand, and I immediately leaned forward, clutched my hand on her midriff, and pulled her closer before me.

Her eyes widened with shock.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," her voice broke free, and a slight smile appeared on my face, the way she stumbled closer to me. Noticing her freshly bathed skin glowing under the morning sunlight, I could not help but turn her around and pull her into my lap, collecting the frill of her sharara off the ground and pulling her even closer.

She stiffened with the sudden move.

Her back pressed against my chest, and I pulled my legs up to straighten them over the table. She fell back against my chest, and I straightened her legs as well over mine.

I crossed my legs, capturing her legs in the middle.

With her eyes shut and her breathing heavy and shaky, I could not help but admire how precious and pure she looked.

I knew I could never take her father's place. That bastard would have done something that she trusts him more than me.

I did not have any problem with that. No husband could ever take a father's place, and neither did I want to, but I wanted her to know his real side.

But, I stayed silent yesterday because there could be a possibility that he did not know that I was her husband while attacking me.

Maybe, now he knew, and he would not repeat the mistakes.

That was the only reason I agreed to leave him alone, but there was no chance I could leave Tabriz Khan because he had crossed the line.

"Are you feeling better now?" I asked, pulling the loose strand of her hair off her cheek and curling it around her ear.

She blinked silently, gazing at me. Her eyes were looking over her shoulder, and her cheek was pressed against the upper side of my right chest.

"Yes," she spoke slowly and closed her eyes, feeling the warm sunlight blinding her vision.

"Aap khwaabgaah me kyu nahi soye raat ko?"

"Why did not you sleep in the chamber last night?" she asked in a low voice. I held her hands and crossed them over her midriff while rubbing the side of my chin against her forehead.

"Man nahi hua. Aaj tak humse esee kisi ne ro rokar zid nahi ki naa. Aadat nahi hai hume abhi,"

"I did not feel like. No one has ever demanded me anything like that. I am not habitual yet," I replied in a low voice and closed my eyes, warming in her presence.

I did not know what would happen to me at war, and I did not want to waste any of my time without her.

"Aap jung par kab jaenge?"

"When will you go to the war?" she asked, looking up into my eyes. Her jewelry tingled with the slight moments, and I could not help but feel a slight tightness in my chest.

I had never felt that before.

It was not like I did not know that I had a wife while going to the war, but it was different now.

Now, I knew that my absence might hurt her beyond repair.

"Do din me,"

"In two days," I replied and could not stop myself from leaning in slightly closer and pecking her bright, rosy lips. She froze, and the way her breath stopped for a moment, I could not stop pecking her lips softly again.

"Kyu jaa rahe hai aap? Hume dar lag raha hai,"

"Why are you going? I am feeling afraid," she said, and I noticed the slight wetness in her eyes. I looked away for a moment.

"Mallika hai aap. Shauhar ke jung par jaane ka gumaan hona chahiye aapko, afsos nahi,"

"You are the queen. You should be proud, not sorrowful when your husband goes to war," I said, and she kept staring at me.

Her gaze fluttered between my eyes and lips before she said.

"Kis cheej ka gumaan kare Jaan-e-Jahan. Kisi ke bewah hone ka ya bacho ke Yateem hone ka. Shauhar to jung ki garmi se apne andar ki aag bujha lete hai or unke koylo par biwiya sikti hai,"

"What should I be proud of, Beloved of the World? Of someone becoming a widow or children becoming orphans? Husbands extinguish their inner fire with the heat of battle, and their wives are left to cook on those coals," she said, and I stared at her hopeful eyes that were still waiting for me to change my decision.

I gulped, shaking my head.

"Shauhar ko apni Biwi se mohobbat ho to doosri aurat par nazar hi na daale or itihaas gawah hai ki sarhaade to bass bahanaa rahi hai, jung to Begumo ke liye ladi gayi hai,"

"If a husband loves his wife, he wouldn't even look at another woman, and history witnesses that borders have just been an excuse; wars have always been fought for queens," I said. She sat up a little, hanging her legs to one side and pressing her elbow on my chest. Her dupatta ripped down her shoulder, and I could not help but stare at her shamelessly.

"Aap na lade Jaan-e-Jahan,"

"You do not fight Jaan-e-Jahan," she said, and I could not stop myself from chuckling.

"Hamari Jaan lene ke liye keh de humien, khushi se le lenge, magar bass ye na Maange. Hamari Begum ko koi nazar bhaar dekh bhi le to humein uski aakhein noche bina chain nahi aaega. Aapki mohobbat me hum jism maange aapka or hamari mohobbat me hum Jaan de aapko... Kherr aap shayad samajh nahi payengi, Bachi hai na abhi,"

"Ask me to give my life, and I will gladly do so, but just do not ask for this. If someone even glances at my wife, I would not rest until I've gouged out their eyes. In your definition of love, I desire your body, and in my definition of love, I give you my life... Well, perhaps you would not understand; you are still a child, after all," I said and smiled at the end.

Her jaw tightened at the mention of a child, and she slapped over my chest.

"Bache nahi hai hum,"

"I am not a child," she said, and I immediately pulled her closer and placed my hand on her cheek.

"Abhi aap apna bura bhala nahi samajhti, Rehana. Jaroori nahi hai ki aap duniya ko jese dekhti hai, ye duniya bhi aapko vese hi dekhti hai. Seedhe hone or bewakoof hone me jameen aasman ka antar hai,"

"You do not understand good and bad yet, Rehana. It's not necessary that the way you see the world is the way this world sees you. There's a world of difference between being innocent and being foolish," I said, and she gulped nervously.

"Aap bewakoof keh rahe hai hume?"

"Are you calling me foolish?" she asked, and I nodded slowly.

She immediately pressed her hands on my chest and sat up in my lap. Her loose braid fell over my chest, and I immediately pulled her back.

"Hamari izazat ke bina jaengi nahi yaha se,"

"You would not leave without my permission," I stated, and she stared into my eyes.

"Kesi ajeeb mohobbat hai aapki. Dara rahe hai aap hume,"

"How strange your love is. You are frightening me," she said. I smiled, caressed her cheek, and pulled her closer to me.

"Abhi to aapne dekhi hi nahi. Dhyan rakhiyega apna. Agar hamare piche se ek nakhun bhi toot gaya to chhodenge nahi aapko. Rasoi me nahi jana, bahar nahi jana, kisi par bhi yakeen nahi karna, kuchh ajeeb Lage to Ammijaan ko bataiyega or khabardaar hamare piche se apne walid se milne ki koshish ki to,"

"You have not even seen anything yet. Take care of yourself. I won't spare you if even a nail of yours breaks behind my back. Don't go into the kitchen, don't go outside, don't trust anyone. If something seems odd, tell Mother, and beware if you try to meet your father behind my back," I said, and she shook her head in disbelief.

"Jaan-e-Jahan, Abbu hai vo hamare. Humien unse koi khatra nahi,"

"He is my father, Jaan-e-Jahan. I do not have any danger from him," she said, and I did not know how to tell her what kind of father she had.

"Hum dua to karte hai ki kam se kam jo aap soch rahi hai vahi sahi ho, varna jo hum soch rahe hai vo sahi hua to khoon ki nadi Aapke abbu ke jism se niklegi. Or kisi galat fehmi me mat rahiyega ki unhone aapko kuch kiya or hum unko baksh denge kyuki aapke walid hai vo. Begum hai aap hamari,"

"I pray that at least what you are thinking is right because if what I am thinking turns out to be correct, then rivers of blood will flow from your father's body. And don't be under any misconception that if he harms you, I will forgive him just because he is your father. You are my Begum," I clarified and noticed how flushed her cheeks turned.

She shook her head slowly, staring into my eyes.

"Aap esi baatein na kare. Kuch nahi hoga, hum waada karte hai aapse,"

"You do not talk like this. Nothing will happen, I promise you," she said, and I closed my eyes, hoping Aadil Khan would not break her heart.

But my heart was not ready to believe that a man would ever leave a daughter to her evil stepmother if he loved her.

She closed her eyes, pressing her cheek on my chest, and I caressed her arm.

"Rehana bass apna dhyan rakhiyega. Aapko kuch ho gaya to hum to barbaad honge hi lekin saath me kis kis ko barbaad karenge, aap soch bhi nahi sakti,"

"Rehana, please take care of yourself. If something happens to you, not only will I be ruined, but you cannot even imagine how many others I will bring down with me," I said, and she clicked her tongue with frustration.

"Bass Abbujaan ko kuch mat kariyega, hume kuch nahi hoga. Hume koi kya hi karega,"

"Just do not do anything to Abbujaan; nothing will happen to me. What can anyone do to me anyway?" she asked, and I inhaled sharply.

She did not know what could happen in this twisted world.

"Bachi hai aap,"

"You are a child," I said, and she looked up at me with a warm smile.

"Hn or bache kisi ko nahi chhahiye to aap bekar hi pareshaan na ho,"

"Yes, and no one wants the kid, so do not worry about me unnecessarily," she said. I pushed the loose strand of her hair behind her ear and nodded slightly.

"Or haan, is jung par to jaane de rahe hai hum aapko. Magar aainda nahi jaenge aap. Hume aapke saath jindagi jeeni hai Jaan-e-Jahan, aapse nafrat nahi karni,"

"And yes, I am letting you go to this war, but you will not go again in the future. I want to live my life with you, Jaan-e-Jahan, not hate you," she said, and I caressed her chin, nodding.

"Jesa aap kahein, Begum Sahiba,"

"As you say, Begum Sahiba," I said, and she smiled. I immediately hugged her tightly.

"Hasti raha karein. Acha lagta hai humein,"

"Keep smiling. I love it," I said, and she hummed, closing her eyes.

Suddenly, a knock on the door caught our attention, and she straightened up to look in the door's direction.

"Come in," I ordered and pulled her back in the place.

The attendee opened the door and walked towards her.

"Sultan, everyone is waiting for you in the court," she informed, and I nodded, signaling her to leave.

"Jaa rahe hai aap?"

"You are going?" she asked, and I pulled my feet down the table's edge and nodded.

"Yes, I will be back. I have to look after a few things," I said, and she got off my lap and placed the dupatta on her head.

Nodding slowly, she moved aside to let me walk from there.

It was time to teach a good lesson to Tabriz Khan.

I went out to reach the court and noticed everyone waiting for me there.

Bending their heads, they greeted me, and I nodded, walking towards the throne.

"Are we ready?" I asked, gazing at the Warlord, and he nodded, calculated.

"Almost, Sultan. The soldiers will reach by the end of today, and the only thing that remains is your command. The war invitation has been sent as well. We are waiting for the reply," he informed me, and I nodded.

"Alright, also, keep a tight sight on Aadil Khan. Make sure he does not enter the borders again. Did he get the good beating?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Yes, Sultan, we taught him a good lesson and asked him in clear words not to try to reach Mallika ever again. He will not repeat his mistake," he said, and I nodded.

I could not leave him like that. He was terribly harmful to Rehana.

So, I asked the soldiers to find him and beat him well. I could not leave him without a good lesson. I wanted to keep him in my cell but knowing how would Rehana react if she ever gets to know, I decided to give him another chance.

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