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Rehman POV

"Begum Sahiba Kaha hai?"

"Where is Begum Sahiba?" I asked an attendee with squinted eyes, wondering why she had not come down to welcome the family.

She bent down a little.

"We asked her, Sultan. But she refused to come down." Her reply made me lift my eyes a little up and stare at the windows of our chamber for a moment. It was hundreds of meters away from but still visible.

"Is she okay?" I asked further, and she nodded before going away there.

The noise of the Tabla, Rubab, and Tanbur intensified as my Abbujaan's convoy approached closer. With every passing moment, a smile grew on my lips.

"They are finally here," Ammijaan's words caught my attention, and I nodded.

"ji,"

"Hamari Batchi kaha hai?"

"Where is my daughter?" she asked, raking her eyes around. I tied my hands behind me and sighed.

"She has not come down," I replied, and Ammijaan tried to look into my eyes.

A timid smile appeared on my lips, remembering the court's affair. She is bold. She is cute as well.

"Hamari bachi ko kuch kaha aapne?"

"You said something to my child?" she asked, and I turned my gaze to her.

"Kya kahenge hum aapki batchi ko?"

"What would I say to your child?" I asked, and she smiled widely.

"She is so cute, no? I mean, it's not even a single day since she arrived, and I could already feel her mesmerizing presence in the air. She is so lovely. Her smile is so charming,"

"Pagal hai aapki bachi,"

"Your child is mad," I cut her off.

And she immediately glared at me.

"Do you not dare to speak like that in her respect. She is my daughter, my lovely little child," she said, and a wide smile appeared on my face.

She was not aware what was the actual face of her lovely little child.

Suhaagraat?

I did not know wives were that straightforward.

She managed to shock me.

And that kiss?

I could still feel her lips only a centimeters away from mine, right on the cheek.

She is beautiful, though.

She had changed a lot. And her smile is beautiful as well.

Inhaling a deep breath, I looked ahead at my Abbujaan, stepping down his horse, and I shook my head mentally to wipe her thoughts.

"Sultan Rehman Sulaiman," he addressed me, opening his arms wide, and I immediately went for a tight hug.

"Assalamwalaikum, Abbujaan," I wished, closing my eyes and quenching my thirst for his fatherly love of months.

He patted my back hard, and I gently pulled back.

Holding his hand, I kissed his knuckles and brushed them against my eyes to seek his blessings.

"How are you?" he asked, and I smiled, nodding.

"I missed you so much," I said, and suddenly, Choti Ammijaan's voice caught my attention.

"And me?" she asked, stepping ahead, and my smile even grew wider.

"Choti Ammijaan," I addressed her and bent down to touch her feet. It was customary in her religion.

She placed her hand on my head, giving me blessings through her beautiful words, "May God always protect you from the evil eyes,"

"Zeenat Begum," my father addressed my mother and stepped ahead to hug her.

They shared a moment of love while Choti Ammijaan collected me in a warm hug and kissed my forehead.

"How is everything going? And where is my daughter-in-law?" she asked, and I lowered my gaze for a moment.

"Tabiyat Nasaaz hai unki,"

"She is not feeling well," I said, and she smiled. I wanted Rehana to receive them.

"That's alright, I will meet her. By the way, my family has arrived from the Hind as well," she said, and I noticed Haider walking ahead with five other men. One of them was Aahil.

I stepped ahead to greet them.

"Bhaijaan!" he squealed, finding me, and almost jumped to hug me.

His smile was contagious, and I could not feel any more happier.

This was the first time the Hamid Sultanate had held a celebration, so Abbujaan invited everyone to show them what this Sultanate was.

"How are you? Haider," I asked, and he pulled back.

"I cannot be more alive, Bhaijaan. Finally, a celebration," he exclaimed and hugged me again.

"Rehman Bhaijaan," Sultan Aahil's voice caught my attention, and I immediately pushed Haider aside and hugged him tightly.

"How is my brother?" I asked, patting his back. A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"Hum bhot ache hai, Bhaijaan, Sultana ke Aane ki aapko bhot bhot Mubarak baat,"

"I am very good, Bhaijaan, and very heartily congratulations on your Sultana's arrival," he wished, and I smiled.

"Bhaijaan, meet him," Haider's voice caught my attention, and I looked at the four handsome, tall, well-built Royal men from Hind.

"He is Rukshu," Haider introduced, and they all laughed together.

"Rana Rudra Dev Singh," Aahil corrected with frustration, and I laughed.

"Assalamwalaikum, Rudra," I greeted him, and he adjoined his hands together to wish me.

"Pranam, Sultan, it's so nice to meet you finally. I have only heard about you from Haider until now," he said, and I opened my arms to hug him. He stepped forward to hug me as well, and we both patted each other's shoulders.

"I am happy to meet you as well. I hope our hospitality will make you happy," I said, and he smiled.

"By the way, my brothers, Prince Ranvijay and Prince Agastya," he introduced. I noticed the two gentlemen joining their hands, and I bent my head a little.

"Abhinandan did not want to leave them behind," he further said, and I smiled.

"You are warmly welcome in Hamid Sultanate," I said and noticed Maharaj Abhinandan walking ahead with his two little monsters.

"Rehman Bhaijaan!" his lips spread into a wide smile, and I immediately stepped ahead to hug him.

"I really missed you, Abhinandan," I said, patting his back, and he chuckled.

"Maamujaan," his kids called me out, and I immediately kneeled to greet them.

"Oh My God! You are so tall," I said, bringing them into a warm hug. It was the first time I had seen them, though Choti Ammijaan had told me so much about them.

"What are your names?" I asked, and they both giggled.

"His name is Harsh," the first said, "His name is Yash," the other said, and everyone laughed.

"Babies, you have to tell your name only," Abhinandan corrected, and they both flushed.

"Do not bother. I am intelligent enough to understand," I said, and they both ran away to their mother.

I noticed the ladies arriving.

"Hatiye, hatiye, hatiye,"

"Move aside, move aside, move aside," I heard Ruhani walking in, almost panting and making the way through the puzzle of attendees and everyone standing at the door.

"Ah, Nandani," she squealed with happiness, and I noticed Nandani laughing and noticing her.

"Ruhani! Oh My God! It's so long, finally, after so long," she said, and they both ran to each other for a tight hug.

"I missed you," Nandani said.

"I have to tell you so many things; you did not even come for Haider's wedding," Ruhani said.

"Urgh, you did not know what the hell happened in my life," Nandani rolled her eyes, and suddenly Rudra cleared his throat.

And they both looked at him.

"Bhabhisa, baaki paltan ko bhi milwaye,"

"Bhabhisa, introduce the rest of the gang," Prince Agastya teased her, and she inhaled sharply.

"My heartily Pranam to everyone present here," she said, and I bent my head down a little.

"She is my Bhabhisa, Trisha; she is my first sister-in-law, Aishwarya, and my second sister-in-law, Suman," she said, pointing at the three women respectively.

"Assalamwalaikum, Sultan," Ghazal also stepped forward, and I bent my head a little lower. Ghazal was Haider's wife.

"How are you?" I asked, and she smiled.

"I am very good,"

"Assalamwakaikum, Badi Ammijaan," she greeted my mother as well.

For the next while afternoon, the men and women separated for lunch and conversations, and the excitement was tangible in the air.

But there were so many kids in the Sultanate.

Haider and Ruhani were Abbujaan's and Choti Ammijaan's twins. Aahil was Ruhani's husband. All these extended family members had traveled really far, taking them around a month to reach here.

I was literally very happy.

Our own relatives would begin arriving soon as well.

Hamid Sultanate never looked so alive before.

But, I wondered where my Begum was.

She seemed upset before she left for her chamber after the court. Well, I do not like any disturbances at work. I give fixed time to everything and do not want any distractions if I am in the middle of something.

And, jokes aside, she was a damn good distraction.

"So, Bhaijaan, what is the program?" Haider asked, sitting beside me and shaking my shoulders.

"This is your Sultanate; you can also host," I suggested, and he immediately looked at everyone.

"So, drinks in the night?" he asked with excitement, and I noticed Abbujaan glaring at me.

"Of course," he said, raising his hand, and I immediately chuckled.

"Abbujaan, Ammijaan will kill you," I warned him, and he smiled, walking towards me and sitting beside me on the couch.

"Only if you will try to become the best son. And, Rehman, until this celebration ends, you will not try to be the best son, promise?" he asked, flattening his hand out, and I looked at our guests looking at us.

King Rudra was shaking his head, and Prince Agastya seemed excited; his eyes lit up. Abhinandan and Prince Ranvijay did not react. Aahil was busy playing with Rahil—his son.

"I do not think everyone wants that," I said, and he immediately looked at Abhinandan.

"Abhinandan Bete, do you have any problem celebrating with your Fufajaan?" Abbujaan asked in a deeply authoritative tone. Abhinandan stared at him blankly before shaking his head slowly.

"N... no, Fufa-sa," he replied, and suddenly he looked at King Rudra.

"And, Rudra dear, I think you have a pending favor. I helped you in getting married to your wife. You need to celebrate in return," he said, and Prince Agastya, Ranvijay, and Abhinandan immediately looked at Rudra.

"What?"

"Whattt?"

"Whatttttt?"

He sighed and looked away for a moment before shaking his head.

"Sultan, I respect you a lot, but this is impossible. My wife will halve me into two, and you would not be able even to find my corpse," he said, and I immediately laughed.

"I agree," Prince Agastya said, "Totally, she can do that, but..." his eyes sparked. "Only if she gets to know. What if she does not get to know?" he asked, and Haider immediately cut us off.

"Of course. This is the last celebration for families; I mean, after it, we might meet at our kids' wedding or maybe not. This has to be celebrated wildly. Come on, Rukru," he pleaded with the puppy eyes.

"Rudra, Rudra, Rudra," Rudra said repeatedly, straightening up, and the frustration was dripping off his tongue.

"Fine, Rurdu," Haider exclaimed, and I immediately burst into laughter. Ranvijay and Agastya laughed as well.

"Why the hell are you laughing?" Abbujaan immediately asked, and I hugged him tightly.

"Abbujaan, you know my morale. I cannot do that," I said, and suddenly Prince Asgatya said.

"I am in,"

"I am in as well," Sultan Aahil said, lifting his gaze from Rahil, who was playing in his hands. "Just promise that the women would not know about it," he added.

"I can handle mine," Prince Ranvijay said, and Abhinandan cleared his throat.

"Well, alright. She might allow me, as she might want a glass for herself too," he stated, and everyone looked at him.

"Accept Suman in her care, please," Agastya said, "Mine is moody. I will handle that," he added.

"I am always ever ready," Haider stated, and Abbujaan immediately stood up.

"So, it's settled then. You will be called whenever the celebration begins," he announced and raked his eyes around, declaring further, "Now you all should move to your chambers and put your beautiful wife to sleep by the end of the evening. And, by asleep, I mean even even the earthquake cannot wake them up,"

His words made everyone laugh, and we all went to our chambers.

Honestly, whenever he arrived in the Sultanate, I felt extra happiness.

With Ammijaan and I alone, I felt like surviving, but with Haider, Ruhani, Aahil, the kids, Choti Ammijaan and him, I felt living a bit.

I loved my family more than anything.

I wanted to stay with them forever, but being the elder child and given the responsibilities of Hamid Sultanate, I could not.

Not just the responsibilities but the whole Sultanate. Abbujaan won it in a war. He killed Hamid Sultan, Rehana's elder uncle. She would not know him very well as she was not born then. I was only months old as well.

Also, Sultan Rafiq was not my biological father. I figured this out pretty early in my life because his relationship with my mother was more friendly than Choti Ammijaan's.

But I never doubted it. It was like I always knew my father was someone else.

Sultan Rafiq's brother, who died just a few days before everyone got to know that my mother, Zeenat Begum, was pregnant with me.

Ammijaan had told me many times how Abbujaan married her and took the best care of her. She always asked me to respect him more than I would have respected my own father.

That was why my Abbujaan was my first love, my idol, and someone whom I could never refuse.

He held a special place in my heart.

Coming back to my chamber, I stepped inside, and the moment my gaze landed on the chamber, I immediately looked back.

Did I come to the wrong chamber?

Taking a few steps back, I looked up and recognized the same walls, carvings, and things.

And, suddenly, I remembered that a woman had possessed my chamber and made it ours.

Inhaling a deep breath, I scratched my forehead before stepping closer to the chamber again.

Tying my hand behind, I soaked into the new details of my chamber.

Bright cream-colored curtains, deep red colored carpets, and golden-colored couch covers.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," she addressed me as soon as she noticed me at the door. She immediately ran towards me with a wide smile.

"Ji," I manage to reply, noticing her hair tied in a bun, her dupatta resting on the side of her waist, and her hand carrying a bunch of flowers, being an attendee with the other dozen attendees.

"How does it look?" She asked, raking her eyes adorably around the corners, and I stepped ahead, walking inside the chamber. There were five stairs at the entrance.

"Nice,"

Ugly.

"Aw, this looks so beautiful. I must say you have such a bad choice of colors. I mean everything so dark, no color, no fun, no life," her words made me lower my gaze.

She was testing my patience. She was pissing me off.

"So, I changed everything," she declared, smiling at me.

I lifted my eyes up, finding her wide, cheeky smile.

"Why?" I asked, losing my calm a little.

Dark colors are comfortable. They do not distract, they let us focus, and they sharpen the brain.

I hated bright things.

"What, why? " she asked, stepping closer to me and placing the flowers on the side stand.

"I know there was no one to give colors to your chambers. But, as a wife, it is my responsibility to brighten your life and make it full of love, and happiness is the ultimate goal, no? Darkness is not happiness," she said, and her smile began to fade away when she realized I was not smiling back.

"But you have just arrived, Bacha. You did not have to do all this hard work," I said, stepping closer to her. I tried to keep my strict and rude words to myself. I hated making my family cry. And, she was one of them.

She lowered her gaze, fidgeting on the end of her dupattas.

"I know you do not love me, Jaan-e-Jahan, but I love you so much. And, I think you will love me too, soon," she immediately smiled widely, looking up, and I quickly looked away, signing deeply.

She did not understand a single thing.

It was not even a whole single day since she had arrived, and she had changed my whole life.

I could not even scold her.

She was so small. She was younger than all of us.

"This is too much, Rehana. I do not even like such bright colors," I tried to say, and she looked around.

"But you do not stay in your chambers during the day, and at night, after the fire torches die, everything will be dark and of your choice," she explained and tried to walk away, pulling the bedsheet off the bed.

The stupid attendees were helping, and she chose a bright pink bedsheet.

The Bright Pink?

"Rehana," I tried to call her out.

But she seemed too busy pushing the bedsheet away.

And the pink color was irking me. I hated it.

"Bache," I tried to catch her attention, standing right behind her. But the noise of her bangles seemed too much for her to listen.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I fisted my hands and declared.

"Privacy!"

All the attendees began to move, and she immediately looked around.

"What? No! Please help me finish this. I have to get ready for evening dinner as well. Ammijaan has asked me to get dressed pretty," she preached, almost racing behind the attendee. I did not have any option but to hold her arm and pull her closer to make her sit on the bed.

"Rehana, my sweet, little bacha, you cannot change everything in this chamber. We have to share it," I said, kneeling before her. She immediately held my arms.

Her bubbliness faded away.

"Jaan-e-Jahan, please do not kneel before me," her voice suddenly turned serious and sad.

"Please," she requested again when she could not grab me.

A genuine, tiny smile appeared on my face as I sat beside her.

"What should I change?" She asked in a low voice, staring lovingly into my eyes.

"Just change the curtains to dark again, and not the pink bedsheet. Red is fine, maroon is also fine but not white or anything bright. I would not be able to fall asleep, please," I said in a low voice and she smiled, nodding.

"Okay. But what will I get in return?" She asked, immediately standing up. Her face held a winning smile.

And my brows thinned with confusion.

"What do you want?" I asked, and she blushed a little, lowering her head for a moment.

"I just want to spend some time with you," she muttered almost inaudibly, and I immediately tightened my jaw, realizing.

"So, you did all of this just to make me give you something," I asked, and she nodded.

"Of course. Why would I work so hard? Especially when I am still tired from the traveling," she exclaimed, washing the invisible sweat off her forehead.

I wanted to be angry with her, but her honesty brought a tiny smile to my face.

If she wanted to play. Why should I stay behind?

I immediately stood up, taking a step closer to her.


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