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Aahil POV

"Abbu,"

I heard a slow, melodious and euphonic voice.

The world stopped before me, and I felt frozen. For a moment, I felt like nothing was moving, and I was dreaming. I raked my eyes around in a fraction of a moment. Everyone was silent and standing still in their position.

I looked at my hands to realise that, no, I was not dreaming.

And suddenly.

"Abbu,"

The sweet melodious voice pulled me into reality, and chaos happened.

"Ruhani,"

"Ruhani,"

"My Love,"

"Ruhani, your voice?"

"Ruhani,"

Everyone spoke, running towards her, and she burst into cries.

"Abbuuuuuuu, Abbuuuujaannnnnn, my child... he is... small... no eye...eyes... no nails, Abbu... Abbu please, save him... he is only this long. He is calling me, crying for me,"

"Shhhh-shhh, Ruhani,"

Her father tried to calm her down, but her cries not echoed in the whole chamber.

"Ammiiiiiiiii, my baby... please ask Abbu to bring him to me. He is... so small... he needs me, I promised him to... to protect him, Ammi, pleaseeeeeee... please tell Abbuuuu,"

Her mother also cried, and I sat on the floor with the heart wrecking pain flowing in my nerves.

And then, suddenly.

"Rehman Bhaijaan, pleaseeee, I beg of you. Please... someone, please give me my baby back. Where is he???? Where the hell is my baby?"

Her voice raised, and I heard her father trying to calm her down.

"Ruhani, do not sit up; you need rest,"

She was trying to get up, and she stared at her father.

"I need my baby. Where is he?"

Her voice turned more authoritative, and he tried to mutter.

"Ruhani, please calm down; your healt-"

"My health is least concerned when my child needs care, Abbu,"

She stated.

"Ruhani, please, keep laid on the bed,"

Her mother muttered with a shaking voice, and then suddenly I heard.

"Aahil,"

Her broken voice called me, and I looked at her. She broke into my cries.

"Aahil, please, my baby, where is my baby?"

She begged with a pleading, shaken voice, her trembling fingers forwarded in my direction, and I stood up from my place.

Her father stood up from the bed; I moved closer to her.

She held my hand in urgency, and tears flowed continuously from my eyes.

"Aahil, my baby? Where is he?"

She asked with a pleading voice.

"Ruhani,"

I muttered.

I tried to look at her face, her pale skin and her weak body.

"Aahil, pleaseeee. Give me my baby back?"

"Ruhani... he cou... he couldn't... make it,"

I tried to say, and she stared blankly into my eyes.

How she looked into my eyes broke me into thousands and thousands of pieces. I never saw her this broken. She was sitting in front of me, shattered and irreparable.

She gulped, and I saw her hand move to give me a tight slap.

And then fisted her hands on my collar.

"You killed him... you killed my child,"

I kept my gaze lower, and tears kept falling from my eyes.

"Where were you? hnnn?. Where were you when I wrote you letters? Where were you when I sent letters that I was with child and he was missing you? He was strongggg boy. Where were you when your child needed his father's warmth?"

She yelled in my face. And she cupped my cheeks, making me look into her eyes again.

"Look at me... LOOK AT ME; what did you care of? hnnn? What did you care about? Rabia? Rabia's father? Rabia's fucking Sultanate?"

The cursing word from her mouth was beating like drums in my ears, and I could feel my heartbeats getting insane.

"I am sorry,"

I tried to mutter.

And she slapped me again.

"You are sorry? You are now sorry. How can you say that so easily?"

I closed my eyes, sinking deep in my grief.

"This was your plan? Right. For whatever happened to your father? You wanted Revenge?.. Right. See,"

She again made me look at her, cupping my cheeks.

"See, you got your revenge. I killed your lifeline, and you killed mine. Now? Now what? Do you want Rabia? Right. This was your plan. To make me fall for you, to make me believe you, so you use me and leave me like garbage, a piece of furniture in this Sultanate. And, all the while, what you cared about? Rabia, right?"

Her words made me feel to my knees. I gulped, my throat ran dry, and I could not do anything.

"Because your mother fucking loves her. What a mother's boy you are that you did not care for another mother who was born a child. YOUR CHILD... CAN YOU FUCKING HEAR ME OR NOT??"

She screamed louder, and her father interrupted.

"Ruhani, please calm down,"

"Calm Down??? No, I will not; calm down. Abbu, he killed my son; he killed his child,"

"Shaheen!!!"

She screamed suddenly to call her, and I heard her voice.

"Ye... yes, Begum,"

"Bring me a pen and paper,"

"Bring me a pen and paper, fast!" She repeated

"Yes, Begum,"

She said.

"Ruhani, what are you doing?"

Her mother interrupted.

"I am trying to put things right, Ammi. Let's end this once and forever. I never belonged here. He and his mother cared for Rabia only, Rabia's father and Rabia's Sultanate. I was no one to them. His mother should have a daughter-in-law of her choice. He should have a woman he dies for, not me,"

"Ruhani, please, it is not like that,"

I tried to say, and she looked dangerously at me with anger.

"Do not tell me it is not like it. You can fool anyone but me. This is why your behaviour suddenly changed. Because you always wanted revenge. Revenge against me, revenge against my father, revenge against my family. People like you do not care about others' feelings; they do not care about others' emotions. All you wanted was your revenge, your father, your mother, your Sultanate. And, I just wanted one thing, my child to be safe, and you killed him too,"

"Ruhani, please stop it. Why would he kill his child? He did not know about it?"

Rehman Bhaijaan interrupted, and she turned her gaze to him.

"You too? Bhaijaan. You too? Just look at him,"

She said, pointing towards me.

"Look at him; he is filled with pain. He does not understand anything beyond his revenge. He did not love me, Bhaijaan. Now, when I see back, he never loved me, only played with my feelings to leave me broken at the end. And he did. He accomplished his target,"

She suddenly started clapping.

And cupped my cheeks again to make me look at her.

"You feel good now?... Aahil,"

I gulped and silently begged her not to say this.

"Begum,"

Suddenly Shaheen came back and stood beside me to hand over the pen and paper.

"No, take them back,"

He tried to refuse.

"No, why take them back? I have to put things right,"

She said to her father, and I looked at him.

"It is okay,"

I muttered.

She was not in her right senses and was driven by her pain. I could understand her because I had lived through this pain my whole life.

She placed the letter in front with her trembling hand and held the pen weakly. Her tears were falling continuously as she wrote, muttering the words alongside.

"Ayzan Sultan,

This is to invite Shehzaadi Rabia into the Sultanate to decide upon the ever-procrastinated topic of a marriage alliance between Sultan Aahil and her.

Ruhani Sulaiman,"

She finished and rolled the letter quickly.

"Ruhani, this is not right. You cannot decide for him,"

"It is okay,"

I tried to say, and she rolled the letter.

"See the determination,"

She commented and then pushed the comforter aside, trying to stand up.

"Ruhani,"

I tried to mutter and hold her hand. She jerked my hand and put her feet down on the floor.

"Ahhhhh,"

She cried with pain and took her steps forward. Her father, mother, brother, and I tried to hold her, but she was determined.

But, still, I managed to hold her shoulders. She stopped beside a trunk and opened it. Taking out the stamp, she stamped the letter and handed it over to Shaheen.

She tried to walk a little farther and then suddenly she went unconscious. I took her in my arms immediately and put her back on the bed.

The physicians again started checking her again and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at her father and he muttered slowly.

"Do not mind her words,"

"I know,"

I said and held my tears back.

"How did her voice came back?"

He asked all of sudden to the physician.

"I mean, we saw every good medicine practitioner and they could not return it. Why suddenly and how?" He repeated with thinned eyebrows and I was curious about it too.

I looked at the Physician and he asked.

"How did she lost her voice?"

He gulped and told him.

"She lost her voice in a accident. She had a encounter with a tiger and she saw a death. Maybe she scremead so louder and then she got traumatized. I mean, there were incidents, whenever she see blood, she remembers it all and then feel it,"

I mean a same incident, when we discussed about blood.

"I think, it is because, she went into the trauma again. Like as you said, she screamed louder and she the pain in which she is, she must have tried to scream for help too. And, then the blood loss, the situation repeated in front of her and she came out of that trauma. Sometimes, a kid loses his voice when he gets so fear and she actually feels that he has no voice. Maybe that happened to her in childhood,"

The physician told and the fresh tears rolled down my eyes. I hope I had known all this before.

But, now what she needed was care, comfort and home. And, I looked a her father.

"I want you to take her home. She needs care now and I do not think there is family here for her,"

I stated looking at his face.

"But, she needs you too, Aahil,"

He stated after a short moment of silence.

The fresh tears fell from my eyes and I exclaimed back.

"She needs her family now. Looking at my face will only remind her about her loss. And, she needs to get over it as soon as possible. Because, some losses should recovered soon or they become disease that keeps hollowing you, until you become a actual hole,"

He moved his hand from my shoulder to my head and muttered back.

"She will be okay. Do not worry, we will take her home,"

"Sultan,"

Suddenly, the physicians called and I looked at him.

"Can a have a moment with you?"

He asked and I nodded.

"Alone?"

He asked further and I looked at her father and her brothers. They nodded looking at me and I walked outside the chamber. The head physician followed me and then looked at me with concerns.

"Sultan, there is something serious I need to tell beforehand,"

I nodded and looked straight into eyes. My heart was beating insanely for any such further news that might be harmful for Ruhani.

"I believe... that due to the poison,... I mean due to the affect of that poison... into her... her,"

He blabbered.

"Come to the point,"

I asked straightforwardly.

"I think... Begum cannot conceive again,"

He finished I palmed my face not believing what the hell was happening.

"Sultan, I think the elders should know about it, because you are a Sult-,"

I looked at him with anger and exclaimed.

"No one, I repeat, not even your shadow should know about it. Feel, like you never said it. Understand?"

I asked staring with the most dangerous gaze of mine and he nodded with fear.

"Yes, Sultan,"

I went back to the chamber and looked at her father. He was still sitting beside her and then looked at me.

"She is out of danger now. I think, everyone should rest and give Aahil and Ruhani some time in alone. And, also its late evening now. Have stomach full of food and rest well,"

Everyone nodded and then he looked at Shaheen, who were standing in the corner all the time.

"Bring something for Aahil to eat, he had not ate anything properly in these few days,"

"Yes, Sultan,"

She nodded and went to obey what she asked for.

I saw everyone leaving, her father was the last one stepping outside.

He looked at me and came closer to hug me one more time. He stroked on my back and muttered slowly.

"I trust you,"

My eyes turned teary and he patted on my shoulder before leaving.

I gulped and looked at Ruhani sleeping in her bed.

I walked closer to her and sat beside silently.

I maintained my distance and while choosing the edge of the bed to sit and broke into silent cries remembering what the Physician told.

Just by looking at her, I could guess how much pain she was holding inside her. The anger, the grief, the loss, the fear, the fire for revenge, the broken trust and thousands more than I could not even put into words.

I could clearly see her broken trust in me. It was like, she was done with all this. She was done being strong, she was done playing her responsibilities, she was done making everyone happy and now she just wanted peace. Inside and Outside. End of debate.

That was why I did not said or questioned anything in front of her. This was not the time, she was not in her right senses. But, at no cost I could marry anyone. Alive or dead, I was just her's to be called husband.

No matter, if she choose to leave me alone. I would spend my whole life with the memories and the time we spent together, But I lost all the courage to stop her, to ask her stay by my side. Sometimes, holding back would not be called love. I just wanted to give her freedom, get over it and choose for herself what ever she wanted.

Because, stopping her now would just make all the things even worse than now.

And, all I wanted was her well being, be it physical or mental. She needed a emotional support, care of her family and I was just a bad memory for her. I was just a haunted dream of her.

Slowly, in her comfort, I started feeling dizzy and sleepy. It had been weeks since I had slept. My wounds were still fresh and I ignored there cure during these few days. They were hurting but nothing was compared to the pain I felt seeing her in this condition.

And, it somehow made my own mind that I did not deserve her.

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