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Aashiq POV

Washing my tears, I wrapped the book and safely kept at the side table. My heart was sinking in grief and guilt with each passing moment. The vulnerable thought of happening anything wrong to Ruhani was making me feel dead already.

I brushed my thumb against her skin, our hands entangled and looked at her slow breathes.

I still remembered the time like a day ago when she left for her home.

I saw her palanquin going away and away from me. I wasn't feeling bad but not happy either.

I was feeling as if a part of me felt blank when she left. My thinned eyebrows saw her palanquin getting faded and I turned to get inside the palace again.

There wasn't any specific change in me but there was change. Coming back to our chamber and I noticed the utter silence. The clean bed, closed curtains and no lights as if the moon of the sky left.

Unknowingly my footsteps walked towards the window and I pulled the curtains open. The sunrays fell on my face and I remembered how she used to lay on the bed with sunlight falling on her and she reading the book.

A slight smile appeared on my face and I sat on the bed. The mild smell of her fragrance hit my nose and my hands unwantedly pulled the comforter to my nose. I inhaled and the realisation hit me.

She left me. She wasn't here now. She left for her home. I signed and lied on my back. My head on her pillow and I closed my eyes.

I didn't know what was happening to me. She just left and I was thinking about her.

I didn't know if I was missing her.

But there was something in me that was surprisingly missing her silently. I raked my hand on the empty bed and remembered the moments when she made me fall asleep. When we had a small fight and the kiss that happened yesterday.

Everything was blurring my vision making me wonder how could I feel all these for a girl whom I hardly knew for a month.

Well, my doubt was irrelevant as I knew her since birth except the fact that she was mute. I met her when I was a young boy around seven or eight years old. She was pretty and my father always told me that she would be my wife one day. But, my childish brain never took it seriously until I found my father's letter two months ago in which he demanded me to get married to her.

I always knew that she was his choice for me. I didn't know why but he said the same thing to her father in front of me on his death bed.

I was too young to give attention to that part as my focus was on my father whom's breathing was slowing down with each passing moment.

I closed my eyes as the thought of my father crossed my brain and I started feeling pain in my heart. Only he was the one who understood me and knew what I wanted to become. Yes, nobody knew that I didn't want to become the Sultan but the destiny played the game and I got, from which I was running far away.

Suddenly my raking hands touched the side of pillow and I felt something. My hand moved quickly to keep the pillow aside and my sight fell on the rolled letter.

A letter?

I thinned my eyebrows and unrolled it quickly.

My sight instantly fell the signing person and it was Ruhani. A wide smile appeared on my face and I lied comfortably against the bed head board to read the letter.

I knew I smiled like a teenage lover but I was alone for anyone to notice it.

I took a little deep breathe and started reading the beautifully inked words.

"Yu to hak aap par hum -- kuch kam hi samajhte hai,

Kuch chahat bhi ho to -- aapki pasand se hi sawarte hai,

Hukm dene ki tauheen na kar sakenge hum,

Nazrana aapko mil chuka -- ab aapka intzaar karenge hum,"

"I understand less of my right on you,
Even if I want, dress to the taste of you,
I cannot do the sin of ordering you,
You got your present, now I want you,"

This was beautiful. I read it again, again and again to numerous time.

She wanted me to go along but I wasn't ready. I could go anywhere with her, I started enjoying her company but not there. At any cost I wouldn't go there.

I signed with sadness of separation and closed the letter only to keep it safe in my trunk.

It was just fifteen days, It would pass like a snap of finger. I made up my mind and went for the court proceedings of the day.

But, that snap of finger was making me feel the separation each moment.

Honestly, I was wholeheartedly involved in my work but my mind wasn't. With each passing moment the thought that she was far away from me was crossing my brain.

I didn't know what was happening to me. But her pouted lips, that smile, the way she looks at me, the love she had for me was blurring my vision again and again. And knowing the fact that she left in anger was making me remember her even more.

I was trying hard to focus but wasn't really able to. I almost missed the court proceedings arguments and had to adjourn it for some days.

Well, she wasn't a really a entertainer for me. There wasn't long talks between us, no quality time we spent together but still I was missing her. I was missing the silent company, the book reading the eyes talks and everything, deep inside.

Days passed and the feeling of loneliness intensified. It was like someone had blocked my air after giving me the air of whole universe. It wouldn't be difficult if I never met her or got married but she managed to create an impact on my brain and heart even I tried hard not to let her do so.

But, the feelings never died even if she was the daughter of my enemy. The feelings never dies even if you have thousand reasons to make them die. The strong feeling and eternal bond never dies.

And, I realised on the tenth day.

Also, it strengthens with the fact that special person was your wife now and the one whom your loving father had chose for you.

I didn't know but my love for her which I had kept under sheets was overpowering the hate I had for her father.

She was pure, innocent and beautiful soul.

And, I was once again getting attached to her. But, there was a reason for sure.

And that was my vulnerabilities that she only saw. No one in my life saw me crying, miserable and the real childish face of me but a dominant Sultan with powers.

And there she was aware of the fact that I couldn't sleep well, that I cries alone and I didn't share anything with anyone.

"Aashiq,"

Suddenly I came out of thoughts as Rabia called me.

I was lying on the bed late night in our chamber missing my wife and there she came.

"Yes, Rabia,"

I asked and she without invitation sat on the edge of bed crossing her legs.

I straightened myself against the headboard and she said with the wide smile.

"You look really happy without your wife,"

I thinned my eyebrows with amusement and replied.

"Really, you know that's why she is my wife not you,"

And she laughed.

"I know I am more deserving,"

She said and this was it.

I signed and chuckled.

Her face fell with my reaction and she turned silent for a moment.

"Um, Aashiq,"

He called slowly after sometime.

"Hn,"

I absentmindedly replied.

"Are you okay?"

She asked.

I opened my tired eyes and looked at her.

"Yes, just a little tired,"

"Shall I massage your head?"

She asked immediately and I replied even more immediately.

"No,"

This was something my wife does the best and had the right.

Her eyebrows narrowed with the quick reply and then she awkwardly asked.

"Did you have your dinner?"

I nodded my head silently and asked.

"Rabia, I am a little sleepy. Can we talk tomorrow?"

She looked at me with sadness but nodded otherwise.

"Sure,"

She knew I was ignoring her since Ruhani left. Everyday she had the same routine. Coming into my chamber, asking the same question and leaving with embarrassment.

I didn't want to hurt her but women were something I couldn't bear much. Especially the one who had dreams of spending time with me. I was no man-whore sleeping around. But, a gentleman of words and honour.

I feel proud that ever since my birth I was only told about and I only thought about one girl. And it was Ruhani. Ever since, I knew that she would my wife, I only imagined her imaginary face in my life.

Even the hatred towards his father couldn't change the fact that I considered her my wife ever since my father told that she would be wife.

I never even saw any girl with that intention except the one that my father chose for me.

I didn't know what it was but I had strong feelings and connected emotions with her.

Even knowing that her family betrayed by hiding the fact that she was mute, I couldn't hate her. I surely was angry with her but her doe eyes when looked into mine. It sent shiver down my spine.

It was like that she could see into my soul. With the one eye contact I could feel her tearing all my layers. No shame, no secrets, just my naked soul in front of her.

I still remember when I looked into her eyes. The moments when I fed her, when we laughed for the first time together and when we read the that romantic book, I lost my controls.

I smiled with the thoughts. Well, this was my routine since she left. Days were easy to pass but nights were haunting. Able to sleep for sometime and then just memories and sleepless night.

But, finally the wait was about to over and tomorrow would be the fifteen days since she left.

I was literally on cloud nine. Didn't know why, but I was feeling happy that she would come back tomorrow.

After finishing my work for the day. I came back to my chamber and once again took out the letter she left for me.

I read it again and again. The mild fragrance and her beautiful handwriting was catching my attention unknowingly.

I folded the letter and carefully placed in the trunk. And absentmindedly my sight noticed the chamber.

I didn't know but the thought of decorating it hit my brain and I started without thinking twice.

I called for the fresh light lamps and neat linen.

I even asked to change the light lamps of chandelier and walls. The attendees helped me clean all the places, changed the curtains and at the decorated the chamber with flowers and fragrance.

This looked beautiful. The sleep was not even around and I had to pass this last night alone only.

Counting the stars, playing with my pets I finally passed the last lone night and looked at the hopeful bright sun.

I didn't know why I was happy but I literally was. The thought of sleeping in her embrace and looking at her when she looks at me. The silent moments we live was making me excited.

I finished my work early, done with all the court proceedings and asked for the delicious food.

Surprisingly, Rabia and my mother didn't disturb me today and I didn't know why my mother hadn't talked me these days.

Well, I was thankful because she only had one single topic and it was my marriage with Rabia and I didn't want it at any cost.

The day almost to the end and my heart sinked with sadness because the watchers didn't even saw the trace of her convoy from the palace's terrace. I asked them to give me every short duration report but every one came with the same news.

My forehead knitted with worried lines I fisted on the window. The thought of something wrong happened to her crossed my brain but the fact that she was coming from her home and her father wouldn't leave her alone kept me sane.

"Sultan,"

Suddenly, an attendee caught my attention and I looked at him.

"Yes,"

"Sultan, there is a letter from Darmiyan Sultanate,"

He informed and I asked forwarding my hand.

"A letter?"

Taking it from his hand, I unrolled it to read.

My sight noticed a different handwriting and I read it carefully.

'This is to inform Sultan that Ruhani is little sick these days and she will reach Sultanate by the end of next week'

There wasn't any signing name not even the stamp.

I doubted it but the thought that she was sick made me worried instantly.

"Who brought this letter?"

I asked the attendee.

"A messanger from Darmiyan Sultanate,"

He replied.

"Are you sure?"

I asked to cross check and he nodded confirming it.

"Yes, Sultan,"

I nodded and he left the chamber.

I sat on my bed with the confusions left. I re read the letter and thought about it.

May be it was something serious that they had to send the letter without the long process of stamping, to reach me quickly.

And, if this was the case I had to go there to see if she was fine or not.

But, it was my enemy's Sulatane. I thought again.

Now, I literally had to decide what was important. He or Ruhani.

I pressed my hands against forehead and the visions of that slap, my father's death and the moments I spent with Ruhani crossed my brain.

Also, there was a surety that she was at her parents home who would be taking best care of her. I wasn't needed there.

But, what if there was something serious.

I stood up immediately muttering 'I have to go'

I took a few steps but stopped as I couldn't face her family. That same man and my enemies. It was too much.

I signed with disappointment and suddenly the thought of going there in disguise hit my brain.

I smiled a little and moved to change to leave as soon as possible.

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