Ruhani POV

It's been almost six months since Rahil's birth. The feast was one of its kind in the history of Kabul. My life had turned upside down with the advent of our child. It was like a sudden shift in my priorities, love and time.

"Where is my baby?"

I lifted my gaze from his closed eyes as he was diving deep into his sleep to his father who had just entered the chamber after a long meeting with the officials.

The responsibilities of being a Badshah of Sultans of the region was suiting him so well.

"Sleeping,"

I said and saw him removing his upper and entering the bathing room to freshen up.

"Whenever I get time for him, he sleeps, not fair,"

He said and I smiled looking at me. He disappeared into the bathroom and looked at my baby. He had changed our lives. Aashiq was becoming more fearless and responsible. He loves his baby immensely.

He came back after some time and walked towards the bed.

"Have you had dinner?"

I asked him and he nodded. His eyes were gazing at the baby and I gently put the baby down from my lap to the bed.

"He slept just a few moments ago after having milk,"

I said and he lifted his gaze from him to me.

"What do think? Does he know me?"

He asked and I thinned my brows.

"Of course, you are his father, he knows you,"

I said and he gently touched his forehead and leaned in to kiss me.

I saw him gently feathering his forehead and he said.

"I want to give him the world,"

I smiled and lay low on the bed. My eyes were looking into his and I said in a slow voice.

"Make sure, you do not spoil him with the world,"

He lifted his gaze from him and looked at me.

"Not everyone gets the privilege to be spoiled,"

I inhaled a deep breath and smiled nodding my head.

"That's true,"

He looked at me and then kept staring at me until I asked.

"Why are staring at me?"

He shook his head and inhaled a deep breath.

"I sometimes think, how would have my life been if you were not there for me,"

I smiled on his question and said.

"Disaster,"

And, he burst into a laughter with low voice.

He brought his hand close to me and intertwined our fingers.

"I love you so much, Ruhani. You completed me,"

He said and I smiled.

"You completed me too,"

I said.

He was staring into my eyes and we were laying on the either side of the baby.

"No, I mean before you, I did not know about the future, I did not have the right motive, the true means of life but with you and now Rahil, I feel like I am the luckiest man in the world,"

He said and suddenly Rahil started making faces and I looked at him.

"Lijiye, aapke nawab uth gaye aapki bhavuk baate sunkar,"

"See, your Nawab woke up listening to your emotional words,"

He was making facing and then slowly lifted his eyes and seeing me, he started to cry but as soon as he turned to look at the other side, a smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, my baby,"

Aahil said and smiled looking at him.

Rahil moved his hand towards him to touch his face and he gently kissed his small fists.

"Want to sleep with Abbu,"

He said and left my hand only to pick him up and make him lay on his chest. Rahil laughed and as soon as he started patting his back gently, he drifted into the sleep back.

"He is just like you, calm and collected,"

I said and he turned to look at me.

"You are also calm and collected, jaan,"

I smiled and moved closer to him as he held my hand with his other hand. I placed my hand on Rahil's back and put my head on Aahil's shoulder.

He kissed my forehead and said.

"Good night, Ruhani,"

I lifted my face a little and looked at him. I leaned in closer and kissed him softly to mutter back.

"Good Night, Abbujaan,"

I teasingly called him and he chuckled.

"Yes, Ammijaan,"

He teased me back and suddenly he asked.

"Ruhani have you ever thought about this? Like, we two, this Sultante and our increasing boundaries and Rahil with us,"

He said and I shook my head.

"No,"

"You know, magic happens when you least expect it,"

He said and I nodded.

"Yes,"

I closed my eyes and after some time I fell asleep. 

I woke up in the morning and spread my hands to find him but sensing the emptiness made me open my eyes to look around.

My sight fell on him walking in the chamber carrying six-month-old Rahil in his arms.

"Is he hungry?"

I asked and he looked at me.

"Seems like,"

He said and I straightened myself to say.

"You should have woke me up,"

I said and pushed my braid aside, he brought him to me and sat in front of me. I crossed my legs and took him in my arms. He started crying looking at me and I started moving my leg a little to give him a sense of motion.

I pulled the knots of my nightgown and freed my breast from him. He took the nipple in his small mouth and started suckling.

His hand still holding his father's hand and I looked at him.

"Sometimes, I feel like he just needs me for the milk,"

Aahil chuckled and I looked at Rahil who was looking at his father while having the feast.

"See, he does not want to miss any sight of you,"

He chuckled again and he said.

"Are you listening or not what your mother is saying?"

He asked and he left the nipple and widened his eyes at his father.

"See, he is trying to understand you,"

I said and moved my leg to bring his attention back to the nipple.

I looked at Aahil who suddenly bit on his lower lip and said.

"Make him fall asleep fast,"

I thinned my brows and asked.

"Why? It's going to be morning soon. He should be developing good habits,"

He stared into my eyes and begged in a slow voice.

"Please,"

I timidly lowered my gaze and managed to say.

"Oh,"

I kind of understood and looked at Rahil. I started his caressing his forehead and he closed his eyes. In no time, he fell asleep and stopped suckling on my nipple.

I carefully and gently put him down off my lap, on the bed and covered myself.

I looked at Aahil who looked at me and suddenly leaned in closer without any warning and pressed his lips against mine.

I was caught off-guard and he quickly shifted his weight over me to make me lay back and hovered over me.

"Ah,"

I inhaled deeply feeling out of breath with the sudden and passionate kiss and he moved his lips from my lips to my neck.

"Are you sure? Aahil,"

I asked and he started opening my gown quickly.

"Oh, yes,"

He muttered and pushed the shoulders down of my gown, making my breast open for his view. I felt timid as we did not do it after the birth of Rahil.

And, seeing him gazing down at my breast which was feeding his baby a few moments ago, I felt embarrassed about it.

But, he shamelessly licked my nipple and my eyes widened.

"Aahil!"

I said and he looked at me with thinned brows.

"What?"

He asked and I could not believe he leaned into my nipple and sucked softly and lightly, making sure not to taste the milk.

My lips parted and I gasped.

He straightened himself and lifted his kurta and lowered off in just a few moments.

I bit on my lower lip and opened my gown too. 

He stepped down from the bed and held my hand.

I put my feet down and he pulled the gown off my body. I stood half naked in the inner and he made me walk towards the couch.

Gently making me lay on it, he hovered over me and shifted himself between my legs.

I was feeling scared about how would he feel as I have heard that after the babies the men lose interest because the core does not stay tight like before.

I think he sensed my hesitation as he leaned in closer to my ear and whispered.

"I love you so much,"

I smiled a little and he slowly moved in.

I inhaled a deep breath and a slow moan escaped my lips. It felt rough and painful a little but as soon he started moving, I started feeling comfortable and happy.

He looked into my eyes and I gently wrapped my arms around him. My fingers shamelessly rode down on his lower back and I opened my legs even wider. I could feel him reaching the end of my core and I closed my eyes as I was feeling the pleasure and warmth bubbling up in me.

He was moving his hips against me and I opened my eyes to look at him.

He looked into my eyes back. My lips were parted and I was feeling the complete bliss with the thrusts. He cupped my cheek softly and shifted his complete weight on me. Pressing his forehead against me, he started moving faster and I opened my mouth to moan into his.

It turned extremely heated and intense when he kept thrusting into me and I released a loud moan. He immediately pressed his lips against mine to stop me from making any sound and shut my eyes close and I felt a wave of ecstasy hitting me.

He suddenly got off me and grabbed a cotton cloth to release.

We both ended up panting and he lay beside me. I smiled and looked into his eyes.

"How was it?"

I asked and he thinned his brows.

"Like always, perfect and intense,"

He answered and I put my face on his chest.

"I have heard that after the babies, it does not feel the same to men,"

I said and I could not meet his eyes while talking about this.

He gently started feathering my arms.

"Yes, that's true,"

He said and I gulped.

"Because, after the babies, the woman becomes a mother and a man becomes a father. And, I feel only the men who do not father after babies, feel like this,"

I thinned my brows and looked at him.

"What?"

He smiled and kissed my lips.

"I mean, you are so beautiful, you are so hot and you are everything that I ever want. I can never be fed up with you, because now you are not just my wife but the mother of my child,"

He said and I smiled timidly.

"Really?"

He nodded.

"Yes,"

 I smiled and days kept passing by and Rahil turned one, and then two and also started speaking, walking and eating. He turned three and only brought more bliss, happiness and activeness into our life. He was growing into an active, playful and energetic child. His interests were slowly developing in the fights, the stories of bravery and all. The stories of fairies make him cry.

Aahil started his education too and when he turned four, his grandfather and grandmother came to see him.

"Naanujaan,"

He screamed at the top of his lung seeing my father.

"Oh young man,"

He said and immediately pulled him up in his arms.

"Assalamwalaikum, Naanujaan,"

He said with his childish voice and he replied.

"Walaikumassalam, Rahil Sultan,"

He giggled and looked at his grandmother too.

"Pranam, Naanijaan,"

He said and she smiled.

She kissed his fists and replied back.

"God bless you,"

He was learning very quickly and he might have noticed everyone wishing differently to my mother and my father due to their different religion.

My mother came close to me and hugged me.

We all talked a lot and then she suggested me to have another child. I did not know but Aahil would not agree to this. He was way too concerned about having babies. He had seen me and somewhere in his heart, he still had not forgotten that tragedy.

She said that a younger sister or brother would be better for Rahil too as he would be able to understand responsibility and being a single child would make him feel lonely.

I kind of agreed with her but I needed to talk to Aahil.