𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐅𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃

CHAPTER ➊➏ • Sardar Slut Khan • Part : 1

"Apni hadh mein raho Begum.." Murtasim snapped.
(Stay in your limits)

"Aap apni hadh na bhoole Sardar Khan. Yaad rahe main koi Ruby nahi.." Nandani warned him.
(You don't forget your limitations. Remember, I am not some Ruby)

The air in the room had thickened. They both were fuming in anger, the occasional rise and fall of their heavy breathing echoed in the small room. The lusty love flirting had turned into a serious accusation.

"Actually you are right. I am the sluttiest of all... Sardar Slut Khan it is for you. Now let me live my new title.. main umeed karta hun tumhe bura nahi lagega..." Saying this he left the dark gloomy room of hers.
(I hope you don't mind)

The war between the lovers had started. These two bewitched body and soul were at the edge of culmination. Where one wanted to reclaim the love that had lost, the other wished to abandon it.

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Refugee Camp Eating Area

11:15 A.M.

The eating area of the camp was divided into two sections- The commoners and The Specials. The food was being prepared according to the consumer. The Special section had all Sardar Khan's favourites, from Mutton Karhai to Biryani to... Malai Rabri. Zamindar Kadam Singh had tried his best to get into the good books of Sardar Khan. Sharing his new manifesto about the development of transport in the hilly terrains of Palan Khet was one of it.

* You are such a SLUT * Echoed in the air. A man of questionable character, was what she thought of him. After everything that had transpired between them, this was the last thing he expected from her.

"Khaani aaye.. Yahan humare Sardar se sath baithe... Kya lengi aap," An embarrassed Kadam Singh got up from his seat and welcomed Nandani; whereas a pissed Murtasim didn't bother to look up.
(Khaani please come and sit with our sardar. What would you like to have)

Nandani nodded and sat at the opposite chair, looking at him. Comprehending his overreaction to a simple statement, as he kept on playing with the spoon. Newton sat on the ground next to Nandani and rumbled looking at the right corner of beyond the division- Gulabi was tied to a pole. The women of the bazaar were doing their routine chores.

"Sardar kya lenge aap..." The Khansama asked. Murtasim looked up at Nandani, dressed in white Chudidaar-Kameez, with an anger flushed face she looked exotic in white.

" Malai Rabri le aaye... I want to have my dessert." He replied eyeing her.
(Bring Malai Rabri)

"Perv.." she muttered.

"Ye lijiye Sardar aapki Malai Rabri.. aur aap kya lengi Khaani.." The Khansama served him with an earthen bowl pot filled with Malai Rabri, sprinkled with crushed almonds at the top.
(This is your Malai Rabri. What would you like to have)

"Shukriya, aur Khaani ke liye ek glass pani.. unko zarurat padegi." Khan Murtasim replied with his patent smirk.
(Thank you, and bring a glass of water. She will be needing it).

* Let the torture begin Begum *

Sardar Khan's buffet table was spread with regional fruits and western pudding made by the cook of the cathedral unit that were taken in as refugee in the camp. As Nandani sat there checking on the eateries, Sardar Khan started his outrageous act of mortification.

He took the spoon and dug deep into the Malai Rabri, pushing the thin back edge of the ceramic spoon into the bowl ; eyeing her. " Ye kya kar rahe ho.. theekh se khao." Nandani immediately stopped him.
( What are you doing. Eat properly)