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Ruhani POV

I had started our journey to my home. My maternal home, my Sultanate, The Darmiyan Sultanate.

I was delighted, and my happiness increased even more because he joined in on the journey.

The physicians gave a green signal for both of our health and told us that it was rather good to travel and change the environment.

It was almost afternoon now and we had already covered a major part of our journey. We were about to reach the main door of the Sultanate.

A small convoy of soldiers had joined and Sultan gave a month-long leave to all the soldiers who fought in the war. Since they were no more problems now and we could enjoy ourselves a little bit.

The soldiers standing before the door saw us coming and trumpets blew for our grand welcome.

They opened the door for us and I looked at my family waiting for us. I was sneaking though the small curtains of the palanquin and as soon as they stopped, I put my feet down on the earth to meet my family already.

I was excited!

"Abbujaan,"

I screamed with joy and wished him as he collected me in a warm hug.

"Assalamwalaikum, Abbujaan,"

"Walaikumassalam,"

He replied and kissed my head.

"Kaisi hai ab aap?"

"How are you now?"

He asked and I realised the hug to look at him.

"Hum bohot ache hai,"

"I am very well,"

Then I moved towards my mother and wished her too. She collected me in a hug and I was laughing with joy.

"Assalamwalaikum, Abbu,"

I heard Aashiq wishing my father and they hugged each other lightly.

"Walaikumassalam, Aahil Saheb, how are you now? We heard your proud war stories,"

He smiled hesitantly and muttered back.

"I am good and the war, it was inevitable. It had to happen someday,"

My father nodded looking at him and I looked at Haider.

We both hugged each other and he kissed my forehead.

"How are you? Ruhani,"

I nodded saying.

"Very good, what about you?"

"I am... also good,"

He said and I looked around.

"Where is Rehman Bhaijaan?"

He smiled.

"He has a Sultanate to run. So, Zeenat Ammi and Rehman Bhaijaan will come, maybe tomorrow,"

"They are coming with us, right? to Hind,"

I asked and he shook his face lightly.

"Umm, he said that there was some chaos happening in Hamid Sultanate. He has to stay back,"

He informed and I almost whisper and screamed.

"What? then there will be no joy,"

He laughed and Haider teased me.

"Then you should also stay back with Rehman Bhaijaan and we will all go to Nandani's wedding,"

I pouted my face and hit his arm lightly.

"No, way, Nandani is my best friend and I will definitely go. But, I will talk to him to come with us,"

I stated.

"Andar chale? Ruhani,"

"Shall we go inside? Ruhani,"

Suddenly my father's voice caught my attention and I nodded awkwardly.

"Of course, Abbu,"

We all walked inside and my mother had already asked the attendees to clean my room. She asked him and me to get freshen up and join us for the evening dinner soon.

I nodded to them and we both moved towards my room.

The attendees opened the door for us and brought our belongings inside too.

"I will do it myself, thank you,"

I said to them and they nodded leaving us alone.

I looked at him as he removed his upper and lay on the bed on his stomach. He groaned and pushed his face inside the pillow.

"Are you alright?"

I asked sitting beside him and he inhaled a deep breath looking at me.

"No, I am just feeling shy and embarrassed,"

I controlled my smile and asked.

"Why?"

"I do not know,"

He stated and put his face again on the pillow.

"Aahil, why are you embarrassed?"

He suddenly looked at me and held my hand pulling me closer to lie beside him. Hovering over me he placed his elbow beside my midriff and feathered my cheek with his fingers.

"Why do you call me Aahil not Aashiq?"

I gulped and felt a little nervous with the close proximity and looked into his eyes.

"Because, whenever I say Aashiq it feels like I am committing my love for you. Everyone knows that your loved ones call you that lovingly. If I will always call you that it will make everyone understands that we love each other. And, not every time we have to reveal and make a show of it. Our love for each other is very personal and emotional to us. But for the world outside, we are more than a couple. A Sultan and a Mallika, perhaps. That is why I call you Aahil so that people know that I respect you a lot. It is out of respect,"

He gulped and nodded lightly.

"Out of respect,"

He muttered slowly and leaned in closer to place a short and loving kiss on my forehead.

"I respect you too, Begum Ruhani,"

I giggled hearing him and he looked at me.

He sucked on his lips and muttered looking into my eyes.

"Your voice is so so beautiful. It is like alcohol and hashish. The more you consume it, it surrounds you, captures you and collects your focus to it. Makes you feel things that you did not feel in your sane state, it drives you and pulls you towards it. Like a magnetic field. It is so beautiful and when you called me Meharbaan the other day. It was so magnificent, like sweetness on another level,"

He muttered with a smile and I asked hesitantly.

"Really?"

He nodded and kissed my cheek lightly.

"Aahil,"

I called slowly and he looked at me.

"I want you to kiss me... on my lips,"

He smiled widely hearing and leaning in pecking softly on my lips making it last just for a moment.

I thinned my eyebrows looked at him and said.

"No, the longer one, the deep, passionate and hot one,"

He brushed my lips lightly and placed his lips over mine, kissing me slowly, adoringly and beautifully.

I kissed him back and he pulled his face back after kissing me.

I gulped and complained.

"It was not like that,"

And, his smile shrunk a little.

"Sorry but I do not feel like... doing it,"

I thinned my eyebrows and tried to look into his eyes which were not avoiding eye contact.

"What do you mean?"

He gulped and moved off my body slowly saying.

"Nothing, I think we should change and get ready now,"

I straightened myself and stepped down the bed following him.

"No, we are talking,"

He turned and sat on the couch palming his face.

"It is nothing, Ruhani. You need to heal and we should not do anything that we will regret,"

I sat against him, on my knees and moved his palms from my face, making him look at me.

"Does kissing your own wife will make you regret it?"

He cupped my cheeks and muttered in urgency.

"No... are you... no,"

"Then?"

I questioned.

He sighed.

"No, but whatever will happen after that will surely make us regret it,"

I gulped and asked.

"Why?"

He looked at me and pulled me into a tight hug. He patted my head and kissed my hair muttering slowly.

"I do not know. I am just scared. It is not like before. I am not feeling like touching you that way... I do not know,"

His lips started trembling and I muttered in a slow voice not understanding what was he talking about.

"It is okay... alright,"

I started and released the hug.

Cupping his cheek, I placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and asked him in a slow voice.

He nodded and I stood up allowing him the space to move to the bathing area.

I sat back on the couch when he left and thinned my eyebrows to think what did he mean.

I could not comprehend or understand what did he mean?

I raked my eyes around the chamber and looked at our things. I stood up to unpack them.

I only took out two or three pairs as we needed to depart tomorrow to the Hind and unpacking the whole thing was useless.

Suddenly, I noticed him coming out of the bathing area wrapping a dry cotton towel around his waist.

I gulped looking at his body which was glowing and had faded cuts all over it. His wounds healed faster and I looked at him standing against the mirror. He moved his fingers in his hair and I picked up his clothes to walk towards him.

"Here,"

I said keeping them in front of him and he muttered in a slow voice.

"Shukriya, Meharbaan,"

"Thank you, my love,"

I inhaled a deep breath and looked at him.

"Can you please sit down,"

He thinned his eyebrows looked at me and absentmindedly sat down on the chair, still raking his fingers in his wet hair.

I took my dupatta off my body and blocked his vision by sitting on his thighs.

He sighed slowly and looked at me.

I waited if he show any offence and when he showed nothing. I brought my fingers close to his hair, making them run through it. They have grown an inch in the last month and I felt his hand snaking around my waist.

"Are you upset with me?"

He asked slowly.

"No, why?"

I answered, now moving my fingers across his lightly trimmed beard.

"About what I said earlier,"

I smiled and looked at him.

"Would you be angry if I said you 'No' for the kiss or anything else,"

He shook his face slowly.

"No, why would I be angry,"

I placed my cheeks against him, rubbing slowly, feeling his light and spiky beard against my cheek.

"Then why would I be angry, my love? The feeling is mutual,"

I snaked my arms around his shoulder and kept sitting like that on his thighs. He also hugged me back and when a long time passed like that, he asked in a slow voice.

"Do not you have to take a bath and change?"

I shook my head and muttered in a slow voice.

"I would rather spend all my life like this,"

He chuckled.

"I am naked under this piece of cloth,"

I smiled and straightened my face to look at him.

"I do not care,"

"Of course, you do not,"

I giggled and he held my waist, easily putting my feet down on the earth and he stood up.

"Go, get ready and go out. Talk to your family and brother,"

I pouted and he wore his clothes in front of me.

I also took mine to the bathing to take a bath quickly.

I came out of the bathing room and looked at him sitting on the couch with a book in his hand.

I threw my long, wet hair behind me and walked towards the mirror asking him in a slow voice.

"Nothing,"

He said without even lifting his gaze off the book.

I gulped and got myself indulged in getting ready.

By the end, I finished my look placing the dupatta over my head, and we heard a loud knock on the door.

"Yes,"

I asked.

"Sultan and Begum asking for you in the dining hall,"

The attendee from behind the door said and I replied.

"Coming,"

I looked at Sultan who closed his book and looked at me.

"Ready?"

I nodded and he stood up joining his hand with mine. He entangled his fingers with mine and kissed the back of my hand.

We both came out of the chamber and walked towards the dining hall.

"Still feeling nervous and embarassed?"

I asked him in a slow voice.

"Ofcourse, the two times I came here before was when we met in our childhood and then on our wedding. This thing altogether different,"

I laughed lightly.

"You missed when you secretly came here to meet me... Jumping through the window and our first time...urghh,"

I cleared my throat and he looked at me.

"That should not be counted. No one knows about it,"

Now, I laughed a little harder.

"Well, everyone knows about it,"

He stopped just before the dining hall's door and looked at me.

"You cannot be serious,"

His face turned red and he left my hand biting on his lip.

"I am serious. My mother get to know about it, Nandani knew and if these person knew that means everyone knew,"

He gulped and blew a little air with a timid smile.

"You and your family, urghh,"

He muttered in a slow voice and I laughed harder.

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