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Aahil POV

Two days had passed, and no one ate, slept or even moved an inch from their place. The physicians said that she was out of danger, but she still had not gained consciousness back.

I completed reading everything she wrote and realised how much she loved me. I mean, I knew she loved me, but the depth, the dimensions of it, was something I never absorbed from her eyes alone.

There were so many incidents mentioned in it of which I had no idea. Like, the incidents of findings of histories of our Sultanate. After reading it, I realised it was not the love which stopped her from going back to her Sultanate, but it was the responsibilities that she realised upon herself of being a Queen that stopped her from going there.

I did not realise when my innocent Ruhani turned into a powerful Sultana of our Sultanate. Even I was shocked and surprised by the amendments she made. They were phenomenal and apt for the changes.

But, everything was in vain until she opened her eyes and continued ruling her Sultanate, in which she made changes she decided to administer.

I looked at her, sitting beside me. Everyone was there too.

I inhaled a deep breath and raked my eyes around. I found my mother sitting in the corner with dried tears on her cheek. I knew she was hurt too.

I stood up from there and walked towards her. She also needed someone; I also needed my mother. I could not hate her. She suffered more than me, yet she stood strong. I knew if she had known that Ruhani was Pregnant, she would have been taken care of. And the only mistake she committed was never trying to see what was happening to my wife. 

She never tried to visit her and even stopped both Adeena and Saeed.

"Ammi,"

I muttered slowly, sitting on the floor against her. She broke into cries and held my hand with shaking fingers.

"Aashiq, I am so sorry. I swear, if I had known she was with a child, I would have taken good care of her... I am sorry... when she started making changes and handling the affairs of the Sultanate... she refused to listen to me... I mean, I tried to stop her, but she was determined and it kind of... created a cold war between us... and when she suddenly started disappearing and isolated herself in her chamber... I thought she did not want to see our faces. I had no idea what was going on in her brain. What was she thinking? What was she doing? I am so sorry, I beg of you... I will beg her for forgiveness. It is all my mistake. I thought that the Sultanate was happy with the new Queen, and they all did not need me anymore,"

She said with a slow, shaking voice, and I gulped, not knowing what to answer. Everyone was at fault, everyone, and I was in the first place in that Queue. How could I blame others when I could not understand my wife completely? I must have known that she would not leave me, that she would refuse to go with Haider. I should have known that if she could deny her father when he asked her to leave, who was Haider to ask her?

"I am sorry, Aashiq, I am sorry,"

She muttered.

I nodded silently and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Ammi, I know how much you love Abbu. He passed, but I don't remember you coming out of it. You never moved on, and you still miss him. I know how much it still hollows you. You lost him when you needed him the most. I know how much he meant to you. Do you know... how it feels to be mute? You know how much it takes for a girl to leave her parents and trust a person she never met, never talked and was told to spend her own life with that man only. You know how it feels because you did that, and Ruhani did that too... you know Ammi when I saw her first when I met her first. I just saw you in her. I saw a girl in her who had just left her parents to spend her whole life with me. Even knowing that she was the daughter of Rafiq Sultan, I had made up my mind that I would never harm her or make her feel that this was not her home. But, on our wedding night, I learned she was mute. And the hatred I had for her family bubbled up in me, making me lose my sanity enough that I left her crying. At our wedding, on our very first meeting. I even called her father, and right before me, he told her to return to him... Even after the blunder I made, she refused. She refused her father and still stood for me. Still chose me to stand beside. That day, I fell for her. That day, I decided that no matter what happened, I would never leave her because she was the girl who left her everything just for me. She was the one determined enough to accept me as I was. And she did. I revealed all my secrets, all my weaknesses, to her. I told her everything. You know... she knows me more than anyone in this whole world, and she accepted me as I was. And I did the same. I accepted her as she was. But, every time I visited you, I saw your face, and I remembered everything that you suffered after your father. And it triggered me more to hate her family. But, when I realised that she was the one who was with my father when he was attacked, she was the one whom my father saved. I could not digest it; I could not accept it so easily. Yet, I could not hate her, yet I could not forget her even for a moment. My love for her was never shaken for even a bit; my trust never trembled in her. Because she was still the same girl who left her everything to stand beside my side. And your mistake was that you never saw her like that girl. You never looked at her as just being another woman. Every time you see her with a sight of a wife of my father, you let a woman die inside you for another woman in your house. If you ever understood me, if you ever looked at her from my eyes, you have realised that it was not the money, it was not the gold; it was not land, it was neither the Sultanates nor the support of a huge Sultan that your son ever wanted, it was just her I always prayed for. Her presence around me was my Sultanate; her eyes looking at me were my support, the bangles in her hand were my gold, and her smile was my money. This much I love her, Ammi. You always wanted better than her for me. And look at me, I have everything, everything, but I am a corpse, a living corpse without her,"

She broke into cries, and I felt tears.

"Do you know how I pulled my sword against her father and brothers? Every time I was in the middle of a battleground, I had my brain oozed with drugs. I overdosed every time to forget her face and strike my sword against innocent people. All because you trusted Rabia and Ayzan Sultan more than myself. It was your promise I bore on the battleground; this is the cost I paid for your so-called promises to that Rabia's father. And what did you do? You did not even care to look at a person your son died for. Do not tell me that you did not know how much I love her,"

"I know, Aashiq, I know; I am sorry,"

She muttered with a hoarse voice, and I exclaimed.

"Still, you played a role of a wife, not a woman. Not a woman, Ammi,"

I inhaled deeply and held her hand. Nodding to her slightly, I muttered.

"But do not worry. I am not accusing anyone; it was all my mistake. My mistake was that she is lying unconscious on the bed today. My mistake was that I dared to trust you all; I dared to think that you all cared about my feelings. It was all my mistake,"

She broke into cries, and suddenly, I felt a hand on my head.

"Aahil,"

I turned to look at my mother-in-law as she sat beside her and looked at me.

"Ammi, I am so sorry. I beg of you,"

"Shhh-Shh,"

She hushed me, and fresh tears rolled from her eyes.

"Do not blame yourself this much. Take the much you can survive with. I know you are a Sultan now, but for us, you always be our child, just like Ruhani. We do make mistakes, you see,"

She said, and I burst into even more cries.

"But it cannot be called a mistake, Ammi,"

"It is because your intention was never to harm her. It is just bad circumstances,"

"It is an attempt to murder,"

I corrected.

"I know... and I know that you are just waiting for Ruhani to open her eyes so you can find the culprits and punish them,"

"I will find and punish each of them involved,"

I stated.

"And Aahil, do not worry about Ruhani. If her father asks her to open her eyes right away, she will. And I bet it's her father she loves the most, and she never opposes him except once when she refused to leave you,"

She said and smiled weakly, looking at me.

I nodded, and I felt my mother also looking at me. She turned her gaze to her mother and muttered slowly.

"I am sorry, Apa,"

Her mother shook her face and hugged her to console her.

I stood up from there, leaving them two alone.

Suddenly, my attention was caught by Physicians who told me.

"Begum's breaths are slowing down. It is like she does not want to come back. Her body is not taking medicine in,"

There was sudden chaos in the chamber, and I ran to look at her. Her chest went up and down, struggling for breath, and I went insane.

"Ruhaniiiiiii, Noooooooooo,"

Suddenly, Rehman Bhaijaan held me from behind to prevent me from falling to the ground.

"Ruhanniiiiii," I screamed and saw her condition worsening.

"Ruhanniiii,"

Her father also screamed and sat beside her.

"Everyone, please stay silent for some time,"

He said to everyone, and I looked at him taking her small hand in his. He placed his hand on her forehead and muttered in a slow voice.

"Ruhani,"

"Ruhani, get up. It is morning. See, the sun is shining, and the birds are chirping. Your mother is calling you. Rehman brought you gifts, and Haider is waiting for you at the dining hall. Your Badi Ammi designed a new dress for you,"

I saw him in tears, and my heart sank deeper. I looked at Ruhani, struggling for breath with each passing moment and a lone tear dropping from her eyes. She could hear us.

"Ruhani, it is just a bad dream; it was all a dream. A nightmare, get up my baby, see your father is here. Do you not want to see your father?"

He questioned, and I saw her fist tighten around his hand.

"Yes, I am here, come back, do not go any farther. Come back to me; it is a nightmare, see everyone is waiting for you. Everything is all right. Rehman is besides, your mother too,"

He said, and Rehman Bhaijaan spoke.

"Yes, Ruhani, I am here,"

And her mother too.

"Open your eyes, my child; you are making your father cry. What kind of daughter you are? Do not you remember how much you love him? Has your love changed for him?"

She questioned with a strong voice, and her father spoke.

"Yes, come back to me, turn around and follow my voice; you are on the right path. Come here, my baby, come to me,"

He said, and I saw her heartbeats getting normal; she moved her fingers in his hand and parted her lips.

"Yes, open your eyes. Look at me,"

His voice now turned more authoritative than pleading.

And I saw her eyeballs moving.

I fell on my knees and now inhaled a breath of peace. Closing my eyes, I thanked God and then suddenly.

"Abbu,"

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