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Aahil POV

"There you are,"

She said and walked towards us.

She stood in front of me and looked at us.

"Ammi, we were talking, and she fell asleep,"

I tried to say, and she smiled.

"Her father told me that she is better now. I just came to see myself,"

She said, and I could feel my cheeks getting hot with embarrassment.

"Yes, she is better now, but I think she is on medicine. She does not sleep in afternoons,"

I tried to say, and she touched her head with care.

"It is okay; you should spend time together. It is only you who can come out of this situation together. Others can only give hope, and some motivation and but you two have to do the deed,"

She said, and I nodded.

"You better take her to the bed,"

She said and smiled.

"Yes, I was thinking the same,"

I said, and she said.

"I should leave now,"

I nodded, and she walked away from the chamber.

I tried to look at her sleeping face, which I could easily see through the mirror. I inhaled a deep breath and moved my free arm under her legs.

Lifting her, I stood up to take her to the bed.

Coming out of the dressing part, I walked towards the bed. Putting her down cautiously, I straightened her legs.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes in sleep and held my wrist.

"Aahil,"

I looked at her, and she shifted in the middle of the bed, pulling me towards her.

I sat down on the bed beside her, supporting my shoulder against the headboard. She shifted and put her head over my chest. Her arm was on my stomach, and I covered her with the comforter. She had just taken a bath, and I did not want her to catch a cold.

While she slept, I used my fingers to unlock her long strands, combing them lightly. Her hair dried as time passed.

It was evening now, and she slowly inhaled a deep breath, spreading her arms, and I caressed her head slowly.

She lifted her eyelids and looked at me.

I looked into her eyes; she was getting better. I locked a loose hair strand, and she held my hand. Entangling our fingers, she put my hand on the bed beside me and closed her eyes again.

"What time is it?"

She asked, and I replied.

"It is evening now,"

She opened her again and looked at me.

"Did you drug me?"

She asked, and I shook my head.

"Why would I drug you?"

I asked, and she tried to straighten herself.

"I am feeling hungry,"

She said, looking at me, and I asked.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anything that you can make,"

She said, and I thinned my eyebrows.

"Me?"

"Yes,"

She said and ordered.

"Go,"

I nodded and got off the bed.

She laid back, closing her eyes, and I made my way out of the chamber.

I came to the kitchen and looked around.

"Sultan, do you need anything?"

The head cook asked, looking at me, and I gulped slightly, shaking my head.

"Can you empty up the kitchen for some time?"

I asked him slowly, and he nodded.

"Leave everyone,"

He said, and I looked at all the attendees slowly making their way out of the kitchen.

"I need to make something,"

I said, and he looked at me.

"You? I can cook for you, anything your want,"

"No, just bring me some fruits and a knife,"

I said and sat on a stool near a table.

He came back with a basket of fruits and a knife.

I indulged myself in slicing the fruits cautiously for her. She wanted something to eat, which was the only thing I knew to make.

I platted the sliced fruits on a plate and washed my hands to take them to her.

I entered our chamber and saw her talking to her brothers.

"Aahil,"

I looked at Rehman Bhaijaan as he called.

"Yes,"

"Now, you talk to her; we are leaving,"

He said, standing up, and I smiled a little.

They went out of the chamber, and I sat on the edge of the bed beside her. Keeping the plate in the middle, I looked at her.

"Eat,"

She gave me an irritated look.

"I wanted food, not fruits,"

"But fruits are better,"

I said.

She sighed.

"There are men better than you. Should I have them?"

Now, I looked at her.

"Really?"

She lowered her gaze with a smile and started eating fruits.

She offered me to, and I shook my head.

"Are you feeling well? now,"

I asked, and she looked at me, inhaling a deep breath.

"I will feel better with time. You cannot feel better in a few days. It takes time, and I have realised that whatever happened was completely not your mistake. Abbu told me how you lived those six months without me, and it made me think twice before hating you,"

She said, and I looked at her.

"So what conclusion you made about hating me?"

She gulped and looked at me.

"So, I thought from scratch and analyzed your behaviour when we spent time together. Your emotions and feelings were always in your mouth. Even if it was the hate, then the change of emotions and the love that grew between us. It was not just your mistake. It was mine too. I should have told you before; I can think about what you could have felt when you knew about that from others. I put your trust at stake by hiding such information from you. Maybe if you had known it before, things might have been different. And you were right. You cannot love a person immediately whom your father saved by sacrificing himself. Even if it is not your fault, I still cannot love you instantly. And, it is now justified to me. Because your face reminds me of my loss, and mine must have reminded you of yours too right at that moment. And, maybe, for months. Also, If my father had saved you by giving up his life, I might not have married you. Because that is how much I love my father. Losing my child made me understand that it is not vital that you need to kill someone to earn your hate; your involvement is enough to deepen the wound. But you still loved me and still do, and I think that is what matters in our relationship. The child we lost was a test of destiny that played on us, as my father said. It could have happened even if you were here. My hate for you is not justified, but still, there is a wound that needs to be healed to make things as they were before,"

She said, and I smiled weakly, looking at her.

"My feelings for you are unconditional, Ruhani. I will never ask you about yours and expect you to love me until you want to. You at my side are more than I can ask for. And, yes, the loss we both suffered needs to be healed. And only time can do it. But, I am contended to see that now you are putting things right, and for that, you have my respect, and I am proud of you for being such a sensible person that I have never been,"

She smiled weakly, and I finished.

"I think you should have rest now,"

I said, and she held my hand.

"Wait,"

I sat back and looked at her.

"Abbu is leaving with everyone. I have met them. He was asking for you,"

I nodded and stood up from the bed.

I walked out of the chamber to pay a visit to her father.

It was late evening, and the way was not very long. They would reach by midnight.

I entered the guest chamber and saw him sitting on the couch with his wife—my parents-in-law.

Honestly, I fear her father. Like, his vibes were authoritative and extraordinary. But, it was more because he was her father like I had a kind of respect for him. The type of upbringing I had seen in Ruhani made me respect him even more than I ever had.

"Abbu,"

I muttered hesitantly, and he stood up from the couch.

"Aahil,"

I gulped.

"Please, call me Aashiq. I am like your child, and all the close ones call me by that name,"

I said, and he came to hug me.

I hugged him back, and he looked at his wife.

"Begum, Can we have a moment alone?"

She nodded with a smile and left us alone.

"Please be seated,"

He said and took a seat on the couch, and I did the same after him.

"We are leaving, and I even told Ruhani,"

He initiated, and I nodded.

"Yes, she told me that,"

He cleared his throat and started.

"Aashiq, now everything is okay between us. You know the truth, and I do not think that there should be any misunderstandings between us. We are a family, and families give strength to each other,"

He exclaimed, and I nodded.

"Yes,"

"I want everything between us as it used to be when your father was alive. He was a good and charming man. I spent a lot of time with him. He trusted me, and I trusted him. And I want to say that you can also trust me, Rehman and Haider with anything or everything. Like Ruhani, you are our child, and your problems and happiness are ours too. Do not think of yourself alone, ever. And I want to invite both of you for some time in our Sultanate. She is not ready to come alone, but she will go if you will come. So, it will be a great honour to have you as our guest,"

He said with a smile, and I smiled back.

"Of course, we will as soon as she gets the strength to travel. We will come,"

I stated.

"Also, one more thing, and I do not know how to say that,"

He said, scratching his eyebrow with his index finger.

"What is it?"

I asked.

"The physician told you about Ruhani not being able to conceive. I told him to do that?"

He said, and I sat frozen, just staring at him blankly.

"What?"

"Yes, I wanted to know how would you react after learning it. I wanted to know if your love towards my daughter is absolute, not conditional. But when you said him not to tell that to anyone, not even her. It made me understand that you want her, nothing else. And you even got ready to leave the title of Sultan because you are loyal to her, cleared all my doubts,"

He said, and I thinned my eyebrows.

"Ruhani told you that I was ready to leave the title of Sultan?"

"Yes, we were talking, and she told me about the thing physician said to you about her. Her maid listened to it all, and she is loyal to her. And, when she told me that you are ready to leave the title of Sultan to be with her, I had to tell her the truth,"

"What truth?"

I asked.

"That, how insanely you love her. How you fought in the war? Why you drugged yourself all the time? Everything,"

He said, and I did not know how to process it.

"So, you told her that is why her behaviour suddenly changed. She was angry, and then she calmed down,"

I asked.

"Yes, and honestly, she is my daughter, and I am proud of her. Because she is sensible and thinks about a thing from everyone's perspective. I just told her to feel you once in keeping her in your shoes. And, she got it,"

He said, and I nodded.

"Thank you so much for helping me,"

He smiled.

"I helped my daughter. You are that kind of drug for her that she cannot even swallow or spit. You are her power and still her weakness. You are her poetry, and you are her destruction. How she scolded you in front of everyone showed me how much she loves you. You know she is just like me. And she cannot hurt a person whom she does not love. She is hurting you because she knows that you will be here for her always. And, I trust you,"

He said, and I lowered my gaze.

"But... now plan a baby when she gets a little old. She is really young and needs healing,"

He said and I blushed to nod my head.

"Of course,"

I managed to mutter.

Suddenly, he stood up and spread his arms for a hug.

"Now, we should leave,"

I stood and hugged him back.

"We will come soon,"

I said and he smiled.

"We will wait,"

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