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Ruhani POV

I walked to the Hammam first to take a quick bath before starting the day. The thought of cooking a delicious and healthy meal struck my mind.

After taking a really quick bath I came back to the chamber and found him sleeping. The medicine surely had sleeping agents otherwise this man was the grandfather of horses who sleeps the least.

I silently walked into the dressing area and got dressed in yellow plain attire. I only chose the mandatory jewelry to wear and went to the kitchen.

Nagina joined me too and we both prepared Sheer khurma with dry dates, especially for him. I platted a bowl filled with it and walked back to the chamber.

By the time I reached, I could not find him in the bed. I moved my sight to all the corners of the chamber but he was not there.

The thought of him being in the Hammam hit my mind and I put the Sheer Khurma on the table.

I walked out of the chamber heading towards the Hammam. My heartbeats started racing as I was reaching the bathing area. But, I had to consider that my very own husband was sick.

I inhaled a deep breath before entering the Hammam. But before, my sight could register the visuals before me, the pleasant smell of bathing oils and flowers enhanced my senses.

Afterward, my eyes landed on the Sultan in the pool along with a few female attendees helping him to take a bath.

He looked at me and his lips curved into a small smile.

"Privacy,"

He states slowly and I see all the attendees making their way out of the Hammam.

The very next moment I found myself and him alone and I knew what I had to do now.

I walked past the whole pool and reached the other side where he was standing. It was deep until his chest in that area and less deep on the side which was closer to the entrance.

I sat behind him and took the metallic jug. Filling it with the water, I resumed the work that those attendees were doing.

I emptied the jug over his shoulder and exhaled a deep breath. He rested his head against the thick boundary and it touched my thigh too. As I was sitting just behind him.

He closed his eyes as I continued giving him a bath. I applied the thick bathing paste made of herbal soil with antibiotics.

I started from his neck and raked my fingers to his arm going through the shoulders.

His fever seems less as he was looking relaxed. My eyes stole glances at his face and those thick eyelashes glowing in the yellow candle lights with the wetness of water.

His black wet hair dripping water that landed on his shoulder and then traveled to his big chest.

He gulped slowly and I noticed his neck. The adam's apple moving made me skip my few heartbeats.

I blinked nervously as I realized that once again I was being affected by his presence like this.

Then, suddenly he moved and looked at me. For an instance, I was scared to death but then realized everything was fine.

He turned himself towards and I noticed him touching my legs. I blinked confusingly as he pulled my legs towards him and then placed his hand on either side of my waist.

No, I have already taken bath.

I screamed internally and try to shake my head. But, it turns out to be very late to protest as he quickly pulled me into the pool.

My lips parted as I inhaled a deep breath when the cold water touched me. An instant shiver ran down my spine as the temperature of the water was slighter colder than I thought.

My clothes were soaked with water and I struggled to find the floor to keep my feet down. He slowly put me down on the bed of the pool and the water level reached up to my shoulders. I took a few deep breaths as the height of this side scared me a little.

Meanwhile, my hand cupped his arm to protect myself from drowning.

"Breathe,"

He mutters softly and then I lifted my gaze from the water to his face. The expression on his face held a devilish smile. My heartbeats were racing making my chest go up and down. 

My eyes hold his gaze and I notice him taking a few short steps closer making me adjust to the little space behind.

My back touched the pool wall making me inhale a deep breath with its coldness. I noticed him leaning closer and then felt his hand taking the dupatta off my head. He pulled it off and kept it aside. I gulped nervously not knowing what he was exactly up to.

The next thing I felt was his hand cupping my cheek. His thumb unknowingly tickled my earlobe and I felt a weak shiver running down my spine. Which resulted in me to broke our gaze and lowering my lashes. 

I inhaled a deep breath with my slightly parted lips when he moved his other hand to my messy hair bun. He loosened my dark brown curly voluminous hair and I felt a knot in my stomach. Making his long fingers move through my freshly combed, meter-long curls, he let them dip wet in water. 

Suddenly, he leans in closer and my heartbeats raced madly. I lowered my gaze and then my already alarmed ear heard the noise of him holding the metallic jug behind me. He filled it with water and emptied it just over my head making me get out of breath with the chilling water.

I shivered. It was cold.

He placed the jug aside and came even closer. I felt his hand moving to my nose ring and I blinked nervously when he slowly took it off. I felt insanely timid. 

But, he did not wish to stop as he leans in closer and cupped my neck with his cheek. My lower abdomen felt knots and a thousand butterflies erupted when he pushed my head backward possessively, making it rest against the place where I was sitting a few moments ago. My eyes noticed the roof of the Hammam but it was soon covered with his face.

My neck stretched and my lips parted. I felt caged and my heart beating insanely fast. There was slight noise of water ruffling along with our wild breaths. 

Slowly he moved his thumb from my cheek to my lips. He traced my lower lip lightly and groaned lightly.

Then I noticed him moving his thumb from my lip to the neck. He traced my wet jawline and my eyes stole a glance at his lips when he sucked on his lower lip for an extremely short moment. It twisted my heart in many ways.

My breathing was slow but deep. Each of my breath intake and release produced a slight sound of air rustling.

Our bodies were close as he had caged me perfectly. My lashes getting forced to close when I realized his lips getting closer to mine. I waited a few moments for a connection of lips but he did not.

Rather, I felt his hand moving to my waist in a single moment.

I shivered all of sudden when I felt his hand pulling my short Kurti up a little. I blinked nervously. My knees started weakening and I felt strange wetness between my legs.

But, he kept holding my gaze which diverted my mind from protest to submission. I kept breathing slowly and looking into his eyes when his hand was basically undoing my lower. He pulled the securer and I gulped nervously.

The visuals of the library crossed my brain and I felt timid. My cheek started feeling warm when I felt the first touch of his finger on my waist. 

I gulped nervously when I felt him pulling down my lower. My eyes blinked timidly trying to break the gaze as I felt his fingers pushing down my lower and with the effect touching my thighs.

The rest of the work was done by his feet as he used his toes to pull the fabric to my feet. I turned naked. My stomach tightened now.

But, he kept me still, caged under him and his gaze shamelessly fixed on my face. 

He might have noticed the effect of him on me as he teasingly touched my thigh with his index finger. My lips parted even more taking a few deep breaths. 

I was longing for his lips but he was purposely making me wait, tease and then feel good with my yearning.

Feeling more wetness between my lips and knots in my stomach I moved my hand from his arm to the shoulder. But, he knowingly kept his lips away from mine. While his hand was still tracing a line on my thigh. Which was making me feel extremely weak in my knees.

I did not know how he was able to do all this to me. His touch was burning my skin as if he was lighting me like fire. The sensations and shivers grew from the place where he was tracing the line, my thigh, and settling into my spine making me escape inaudible moans and making me submit even more effortlessly.

Unable to endure the piercing gaze, shivers, and that a few inch distance between our lips. I took my lips closer to his.

But, before my lips could even touch his, he turned me with a swift motion making me face the opposite direction of his face.

My heartbeats raced insanely and before I could even comprehend his move closely. I felt his fingers pulling the thick threads behind my back which were used to keep my Kurti hugging my body tightly and giving a shape. 

He loosened my upper and in a swift motion pulled it over my head. My hair danced with the effect and a shiver ran through my body due to the cold air.

"I did not know you wear this under your clothes,"

He muttered closer to my ear referring to the undergarment I used to wear. It was something similar to the size of my Kurti but the fabric was thin and made of pure cotton also its length was shorter too. Pressing his lips to the side of my neck leaving hot wet kisses he breathed.

"I want to make love to you until you die out of pleasure,"

And I felt his hands snaking my waist from behind. My head falls backward as he intensified the kiss on my neck and my breath came out more like a moan. But, surprisingly a slightly audible moan mostly a exhale of air.

He had made me a mess. A completely insane wife who was extremely wet with water and between her legs too. It felt as if he had possessed me as if he knew what my body wanted as if he was shattering all the mirrors of my shame and enlightening the desires I hardly knew existed.

It was different than the other night we spent in my maternal home and the time we spent in the library. This was more like flowing water, my brain not signaling me to protest, not even comprehending, what was happening. It was feeling safe, real, true, and what was always meant to happen.

I submitted all my doubts, all my insecurities, and all the arguments that prevented me to accept this to happen at this very particular moment.

I shivered when he sucked me a little harsher. My lashes felt heavy to stay open and the flood of chills attacked my spine when I felt his hand move to the end of my undergarment. He held it and I felt him slowly pulling it upwards. He left my neck only for a moment just to make the last cloth get off my body.

I was completely naked. Feeling insanely timid and cold I inhaled a deep breath.

I saw him carefully keeping my undergarment on the flat surface and his hands slowly holding my arms. 

He turned me back to face him slowly and I forget to take a few upcoming breaths as he cups my neck and tilts my head backward in a swift motion. Once again he caged my whole vision making himself my whole world and looked sharply into my eyes.

"I want to know everything that gives you pleasure,"

He mutters and my heartbeats just became audible. I thought he would laugh at the end of his sentence but he did not signify he was joking at all. But, how could I tell him those things when I had no clue about them? Or what was it precisely? 

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