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Rehana POV

Once Ruhani and the other attendees were done, I rose to my feet and stared at myself in the mirror.

And the way my vision blurred a little when I found the precious stones shining bright on my attire and in the jewelry, I could not help but blush.

"I had never worn such jewelry before," I whispered under my breath, only for it to be heard by Ruhani.

"Everything is your Bhabhijaan," she said, and I adored how beautiful this deep red color looked on me. My fair skin glowed differently under the fire torches and with the heavy jewelry.

The headpiece, earrings, nose ring, and huge necklace covered the whole of my breast, with an inch big green stone hanging from it. My hands were filled with thick bangles, and all my fingers were weighted with stone rings.

The outfit I wore was a full-length gown that hugged my waist like my husband should. The arms ended just where the pile of bangled ends in my wrist.

It was heavy.

"I do not think I can even breathe, walk, or talk in all of this," I managed to say, and Ruhani's voice caught my attention.

"And we are not done yet," she said, adoring my braid with real roses. She then placed the heavy dupatta on my head, one end on my shoulder, the other wrapped around my chest, and hanging on the same shoulder but on the backside.

I could feel the sweat beads emerging from my hair, trailing down the curve of my nape, gently gliding down my back. The moment they reached the end of my spine, I felt slightly irritated before they soaked into my lower band.

The lower was also heavy, and to keep it intact, I had to tie it tighter around my waist so it would not fall.

It was the first time in my life that I was wearing something more than my own weight.

"Bhaijaan will go mad in love seeing you in this. The deep colors make him feel good," she said, and hearing that, I forgot the pain in my waist and looked up at her.

"I hope so," I muttered to myself and looked at the attendees.

"Thank you so much for making everything so special for me." I could not help but appreciate their efforts; it took them a really long time to make me look this beautiful.

"By the way, you should wear this perfume as well," Ruhani suggested. I noticed her opening a wooden box she had brought with her, keeping it on the table, and taking out a translucent glass bottle.

"What is this?" I asked, and she smiled.

"This is something special, you will know," she said, opening the bottle and handing it over to me.

Grabbing it, I brought it closer to my nose and tried to inhale it.

I could not really smell anything. My brows knit with confusion.

But, seeing Ruhani smile, I brought the bottle closer to my nose again to try.

This time, I smelled something very mild. It was beautiful, but I could not really tell what it was.

"What is it?" I asked again, and she smiled.

"Just apply it on your neck and wherever you want Bhaijaan to kiss you," she said, and the attendees giggled.

A crimson appeared on my cheeks, and I silently tipped my finger on the small opening of the bottle and turned it upside down for a moment to collect it on my finger pad and gently glided it across the side of my neck, just below my ear.

I did not really trust any of these things. I mean, I could not even smell it, how would he even notice.

"Just when you want him to kiss you, ask him to whisper something in your ear," she said. I did not know what she meant, but her smile made me feel invested in this mystery.

"Alright," I loved surprises. The only one I hated was the Jaan-e-Jahan coming back after seven years. Seven years. Who does that?

"Is my Beta ready?" Suddenly, Ammijaan's voice caught my attention, and I noticed another woman with her.

She seemed royal as well, but the way she was dressed made my brows knit with confusion.

"Assalamualaikum, Ammijaan," I addressed Ammijaan, and she returned my salam with a silent hand gesture.

"Meet her, Rehana. She is your other Ammijaan. My younger sister, Gulaab," she introduced her. Her lips were spread wide in a smile, and her eyes were wide-lit with happiness, and I could not help but feel happy in her presence, too.

"Assalamualaikum, Ammijaan," I wished her as well before stepping closer to kiss the back of her hand.

She held my shoulders and pulled me into a loose hug.

"May God bless you with so much love, my child," her voice was sweet as honey, and I gently pulled back.

"She is my Ammi, Bhabhijaan," Ruhani said, and I knit my brows, wondering what it meant.

If she was her Ammi, who was Zeenat Begum to her?

"She looks confused," Ammijaan said, looking at the second Ammijaan and chuckling while walking closer to me.

"Let's go; everyone is waiting for you in the dining hall," Ammijaan said, and I nodded.

I wanted to ask so many questions, but there was something in me that stopped me.

I did not want to embarrass myself. I did not know who she was.

And why did she wear that outfit?

I had never seen it before anywhere.

During the whole walk to this secluded place, my focus kept shifting between the weight of a tiny Sultanate I was wearing and the new Ammijaan.

When we reached the dining hall, I noticed it was lit bright with candles and fire torches.

The soldiers standing outside offered their greetings while we four walked inside.

The first thing I noticed was the delicious smell of food.

My poor stomach immediately growled. I was starving after doing so much of the work to impress him.

And which really did not work.

Not to mention that the attendee back in our chamber changed the curtains and bed sheet again.

It was again dark, as my life looked now.

But, as soon as my sight fell on Jaan-e-Jahan through the puzzle of unknown and strange people, a blush appeared on my cheeks.

He sat on a couple chair at the end of the table. Everyone was already seated, and the moment his fixed gaze was noticed by people, them following it and bringing their attention to me, the conversations came to a halt.

I could not help but lower my gaze while gesturing a Salam towards them.

As I stepped closer, I noticed many of them smiling at me, many sitting unmoved, and many whispering to their neighbors.

And suddenly, Jaan-e-Jahan pushed the chair back and stood up; everyone stood up after him.

This made me blush even harder.

"See how much he loves you," Ruhani whispered in my ear, and a soft chuckle escaped my lips.

This was really beautiful. Him standing up for me.

As I reached him, he forwarded his hand out, and I could not be happier. This was what I wanted; Ammijaan pulled her hands back from my shoulders as I placed my hands into his.

Gently grabbing it, he pulled me closer slowly beside him, and the moment he brought his hand closer to his lips, gently brushing those beautiful rose petals against my knuckles, I felt a flood of love in my heart.

Oh! My God!

"Please be seated," he said, and I noticed a well-built man sitting across him. I looked up at Jaan-e-Jahan for a moment, and he nodded almost invisibly.

"Assalamwalaikum, Sultan," I greeted him, and he smiled, gesturing a Salam to me. I could not call him Abbujaan.

"God Bless you, Bete," his voice was powerful, with an underlying tone of authority beneath it even though he spoke in a low voice.

I plastered a smile and noticed both Ammijaan and the new Ammijaan sitting on either side of him.

Ruhani sat across me, on the right side of the table, with a man. I supposed him to be her husband.

"Assalamwalaikum, Mallika," the man addressed me, and I bent my head down, returning his wishes.

Next to him sat another couple, a young man with a beautiful young lady.

"Assalamwalaikum, Bhabhijaan," he addressed me, and I smiled.

The lady next to her wished me as well, and I returned their Salams.

Once I did, I felt Jaan-e-Jahan's hand gently pulling me down to sit beside him.

"Ab apni Badi Bahu ka chehra dekh liya humne, ab khana lagaiye, Bhookh badh gayi hamari"

"Now that I have seen the face of our eldest daughter-in-law serve the food, my hunger has increased," Sultan said in a loud voice, and a wave of laughter ran.

The attendees entered with the plates of food and began serving.

The people returned to the conversations. I could not really reach the end of it; my whole focus was on my husband.

"Pata nahi hume esa aabhaas ho raha hai ki kuch to hone wala hai,"

"I do not know, but I am feeling as if something is about to happen," new Ammijaan said, and Sultan immediately looked at her and fed her a bite before beginning to eat anything.

I squinted my brows with confusion.

Why did he not feed Ammijaan first?

And she just laughed.

"Rafiq, if Gulaab is sensing that something is up, I can sell my soul to back it up. Do not tell us that you are up to drinking and all," Ammijaan said, and all the men just stayed silent.

"Jaan-e-Jahan," I whispered slowly to him, and he smiled, leaning his ear to me.

"Hnn?" he asked, and I asked.

"Who is she?"

He smiled, "She is my Choti Ammijaan. Abbujaan's other wife, the real one," he added in a soft whisper, and I knit my brows with confusion.

"Two wives?" I asked, and he nodded with a comfortable smile.

"Ruhani and Haider," he said, pointing at the man who sat beside Ruhani's husband, "are Choti Ammijaan's children. They are twins," he said, and my eyes widened.

"Twins?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Those people are from Choti Ammijaan's maternal home," he said, gazing at the people sitting on the other sides of the table. They wore the same kind of clothes as Choti Ammijaan.

"Her nephew and niece, Abhinandan and Nandani, and their family," he explained, and I smiled.

"And, who are others?" I asked, and he smiled, looking at me.

"They are Abbujaan's sister's family. Kainat and Hayat Baji, Siblings of Aahil Sultan, Ruhani's husband, and some distant relative," he said, and I looked at the girl sitting beside Haider.

"And, who is that Hazel-eyes girl?" I asked, and he smiled.

"He is Haider's wife, Ghazal," he answered, and I nodded.

"Fufu-sa, do not tell us that you have invited all these men to your after-party as well," a woman from the other side of the table said. And Sultan Rafiq chuckled.

"Nandani, Bete, you are invited as well," he said, and everyone laughed.

"If there is any party, me, Aahil, Rukshu, Agastya, Ranvijay, and Abhinandan are in. I do not want any of the women to disturb us," Haider said, and Nandani immediately asked.

"Who is Rukshu?" her voice was low, and Jaan-e-Jahan whispered.

"That is Queen Nandani, Choti Ammijaan's niece; Abhinandan is also King in Hind,"

"Me," the man beside her said, and I could not help but chuckle at his posture—leaning back against the chair and showing discontent.

"What?" Nandani asked with shock.

"Why are you not eating Bacha?" Jaan-e-Jahan asked, of a sudden, and I shook my head.

"I cannot even sit with my spine straight in this; eating would surely make me vomit. But I am so hungry," I said, and suddenly, Sultan's voice caught our attention.

"How can she eat if you will not feed her?" he asked and immediately raked his eyes across the table.

"Come on, the real gentlemen would feed their wives the whole meal today," he declared, and everyone chuckled.

All the women suddenly blushed harder, and I noticed Jaan-e-Jahan sitting tongue-tied.

Aahil Sultan Haider did not mind initiating. So did the men from Hind.

"Here, Zeenat," Sultan said, addressing Ammijaan, and she smiled.

"I can eat, Rafiq," she said, and he nodded.

"Yes, I know," he said, and they laughed together.

As everyone shortly returned back to the conversations, he held out a bite for me. My eyes widened as if this was really happening.

"Come on, eat it before anyone notices," he whispered, and I smiled before eating it.

I could not stop myself, so I made a bite for him as well and forwarded it closer to his mouth. He stared at me for a moment before having it. He shook his head slowly while rolling his eyes a little. He was cute as well.

He had it.

I knew he did not want anyone to notice it.

I did not understand a thing all these people talked about. Nor was I interested.

All I was interested in was some quality time with him. I saw him laugh, reply to the questions a few of them asked, and eat silently.

He kept feeding me as well, in the middle of the conversations like all other men.

After a while, the dinner came to an end, and attendees brought in the sweets and the washing bowls afterwards.

I was really full. I was full a while ago, but since he was feeding me, I could not help but eat and eat more, resulting in my stomach being tied in the strings of lower, not letting the food go down.

I badly wanted to lift up my gown and undo it to get the food low.

I knew this was not very royal, but I was a human first.

Also, I was not very royal until yesterday.

"Why are you not having it?" He asked, taking a bite of the sweetdish, and I just wanted to take a bite of those lips, he licked off clean just now.

"Bhabhijaan," suddenly, Haider's voice caught my attention, and I looked at him.

"What did Rehman Bhaijaan gift you?" He asked, and I turned my gaze to look at him for a moment.

"Everything," I replied in a low voice, and suddenly, everyone replied in sync.

"Awwwwww,"

And, I broke into soft, timid laughter.

"Well, I have an idea. Let's play a game," Haider suggested and I noticed the attendees taking away the bowls of sweets and hand wash.

"What game?" Aahil asked.

"Well, whatever this game is, let we leave all you kids play and bond," suddenly Sultan Rafiq stood up from his chair, and everyone followed after him.

"That's alright, please enjoy," he said, and I noticed Ammijaan and Choti Ammijaan following him as well.

A few more elderly people left the table, leaving us and the people from Hind alone.

"Let's do one thing, we should take this game to somewhere comfortable like my chamber, what say? Ghazal?" He asked his wife first.

I did not know, but she seemed like a very less talkative type. She seemed shy.

"As you wish, Amir Saheb," she addressed him in a low voice, and I smiled.

They were in love. So much love.

"Alright, let's go to my chamber. And nobody is escaping this," Haider said, and suddenly he looked at me.

"You must come with me, Bhabhijaan; you are really important in this," he said, forwarding his hand out, and I could not help but smile, taking his hand and standing up.

"Bhaijaan, what is this game about?" I asked, addressing him with what I should address him, and he smiled.

"I will tell everyone," he said.

And I noticed everyone following us behind. There were waves of laughter and fun.

I was really enjoying it here.

It made me feel so happy.

"I hope everyone's kids are sleeping," Jaan-e-Jahan said all of a sudden, and everyone agreed.

We all reached Haider's chamber, which was a really beautiful and big chamber as well.

The whole floor was covered with lush dark pink carpets intricated with deep red embroidery.

It seemed as if attendees had put them just a day before they all arrived.

Aahil and Ruhani sat down first. He wrapped his arms around her as she placed her head back against his chest.

Nandani sat beside her, half a meter away from Ruhani and Aahil, with her husband.

Beside Ruhani sat her brother Abhinandan and his wife.

And, suddenly I felt my hand being held by Jaan-e-Jahan and we took our seats right opposite to Ruhani.

We sat next to each other, not like them. Not that romantically. Obviously. My husband was special.

Beside us sat Haider and Ghazal. And now only two couples were left.

"Who are they?" I asked, and Jaan-e-Jahan whispered in my ear.

"They are Nandani's brother-in-law and Abhinandan's good friends. Ranvijay and Agastya and their wives," he explained, and I nodded.

I was good at remembering names.

Ranvijay sat between Abhinandan and us on the other side, and Agastya sat between Haider and Nandani.

We were in a complete circle, only half a meter away from each other.

Suddenly, Haider clapped twice and a group of attendees walked in with the comforters, pillows, Hookahs, and plates of dry fruits and juices. They kept the facilities near to each couple.

"All this is complimentary from my side, just because my Bhaijaan finally thought to behave like a husband," Haider said, and everyone laughed.

A tiny smile appeared on my face. Jaan-e-Jahan did not say anything.

"So, what's the game?" Agastya asked, grabbing the Hookah and putting it between Haider and him.

His wife glared at him, and he just smiled, looked at her, and kissed her cheek.

"I am just checking the poison," he said, and everyone laughed.

"Deversa!" Suddenly, Ranvijay's wife threw a nut at him and said, "Ranaji is here,"

Alright. So, she was trying not to face Nandani's husband.

"Aishwarya, Suman, please consider I am not here. Just your brother, calm down and enjoy," Nandani's husband said, and Ranvijay said, cupping his wife's cheek.

"See, what bhaisa said," he said, Nandani chuckled.

"Come on, what's the game? Haider," Abhinandan asked.

I immediately looked at Haider, who was taking a drag of Hookah and closing his eyes as if he was already traveling to heaven.

"The game is whispers of truth or the shadows of dare," he said, and we all looked at him with confusion.

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