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Ruhani POV
Why? Why couldn't I be afraid of a wet dream. I felt his fingers there. The zone I never even imagined him touching.
My brain stopped working and I just sat frozen. My knees feeling week afraid of the dream turning to reality.
But, why would he touch me there? According to me it doesn't happen like that. I looked at Nandani and quickly stood up.
I held her hand and took her to the corner.
She looked at me surprisingly and furrowed her eyebrows with surprise.
"What happened?"
I looked at her and signalled her the same question.
She smirked looking at me and held my hand taking me the extreme corner and made me sat on a cushion.
"That is completely normal. He is your husband and he has all the rights and privileges to touch her wife,"
She stated and I asked.
'Anywhere?'
My forehead having wrinkled lines and she chuckled.
"Ofcourse anywhere,"
She took a pause and asked.
"Wait? What do you think happen between husband and wife?"
I turned timid instantly with her question. The much I know is the husband and wife make babies together. They can kiss on lips and cheeks. And, then I knew that one could mark on the neck.
But, touching there was extreme. I mean, couldn't it be done without touching everywhere. If he would ever do that. I would feel insanely timid and wetter than water.
'They make babies the way babies are made'
I signalled her and she cupped her forehead with her hands.
"And do you think that romantic thing can be done without touching, without feelings and emotions,"
Now, I thinned my eyebrows with literal confusion. I really never thought this way.
The extreme I had ever imagined with him was lying over his chest that too with clothes on.
That means he would also see me naked.
I signalled asking her and she sucked on her lips trying to hide her smile.
"Ruhani, I can't tell you everything in detail but if he ever gets romantic and you feel it right. Do not try to stop him,"
She said and now the tensions took over me to another level.
Wasn't it just sleeping together and do the deed. I mean why was touching everywhere even required.
Or may be I was overthinking and he wasn't like that kind of man.
"Come on let's go now,"
She held my hand and we both went for the breakfast where everyone was waiting for me.
Well, today was the last day of my trip as tomorrow I had to leave at any cost. He wasn't coming here at any cost also the functions and celebrations were done.
We enjoyed a lot and I wanted to spend this last peacefully talking to everyone.
I knew the Nikaah was pending but no Nikaah happens without the groom and since we were already married that wasn't required.
My whole day passed in talking and meeting everyone. I was flooded with gifts. Some were expensive jewellery while some were close to my heart.
My father gifted me the whole new collection of books specially binded for me. And my mother bought the new rubies set. While Nandani gifted me almost ten pairs of lehenga that I really loved to wear occassionally and even wearing one of them today.
Rehman Bhaijaan gave me the new collection of fragrances that he brought from the last war from a different sultanate as winning. They were really expensive and he gave me the most special ones.
My dearest brother Haider was really sad but didn't forget to bring the special thing for me.
He brought me a sword. The finely sharped sparkling sword made of fresh and heavy metal. My name was dotted in it and I really loved it.
Growing up I learnt sword fighting with Haider and Rehman Bhaijaan. My father always took care to make me a strong and independent women be it with brain or power.
I really loved all the gifts but the gift that my Badi Ammi gave me became the special one to me.
He gave me the hard written notes of my husband's father. We all knew that Aashiq Sultan had a different kind of space in his heart for his father and badi Ammi asked me to give him this whenever I would meet him.
My eyes turned teary as I remembered the pain I saw in his eyes.
The grief and pain that he hides behind that smile and arrogance.
I nodded agreeing that I would surely give this to him and the day passed in this only.
After the dinner late night, I retired to my chamber to get the last beautiful sleep of this fifteen days journey.
I was really happy, happier than I ever been. Everyone loved me and somewhere I didn't want to go back there but my future was there. My husband and the man of my dreams must be waiting for me.
I was standing against the window looking at the bright moon sparkling in the mid night. Everyone was asleep and the noise of insects tearing the silence.
My chamber had dim lighting and door closed. I did wanted to sleep wasn't able to. As my mind was stucked with the so many things.
The dream I saw last night, the worry I had that I might need to depart tomorrow. I didn't even know what Nandani did to bring him here. But, somewhere in my heart I knew that he wouldn't come. Why would he?
There wasn't any reason that he would come to me.
I signed with disheartening and moved towards my bed.
But, before that I had to took off this jewellery and change the lehnga. It was really heavy to sleep with.
I walked to my bathing room to wash my face, hand and feet before the bed.
The normal thing I usually do.
I came back to my chamber and took out my night gown. Before that I moved to the dressing table to took off my jewellery.
I saw my myself in the mirror. And behind in the reflection I could see the window and the rays of moon peaking in.
I smiled with the beautiful wheather and night. Moving my hand behind my neck to took off the necklace, I looked at the window through the reflection.
My ears alerted as I listened to a strange and extremely slow sound.
My eyes thinned and I turned to look at the window.
My hand slowly searching for the dagger I had in my drawer. I pulled the drawer slowly and took out the dagger.
I couldn't move as my anklets would create the noise.
My heartbeats raced all of sudden when someone jumped inside the chamber through the window.
His face covered and I looked at the closed door. I couldn't scream as I was mute. But my heart started pounding insanely and he looked at me.
He literally looked at me from top to bottom and I settled the duppatta a little to hide my revealing waist.
He started walking closer and now I wanted to run. Who was he? How the hell he entered my chamber? And why the hell was he here?
I brought the dagger in front as he came closer to me. My eyes looking at his eyes. They were similar but red and tired.
Suddenly, he held my hand carefully not to get himself hurt with the dagger and came even more closer.
My back bent against the dressing table as he stood taller against me. The familiar fragrance hit my nose and my heart beats raced insanely.
He took off the dagger from my hand threw it on the floor. It created a metallic sound against the floor and I could sense the anger in the motion.
I lifted my gaze from the floor to his eyes and he removed the cloth from his face and the turban. He threw it over the couch and I gulped nervously.
My eyes couldn't believe it. He was here in front of me. His hair messed up falling into his eyes and those eyes all angry.
My stomach twitched to notice that he was wearing the black attire and dangerously looking at me.
Following his gaze I realized that he was looking at my back through the mirror and I remembered. The backless blouse and lehnga.
Why? Why the hell I didn't change before.
I instantly tried to cover myself with the duppatta but he held my wrist all of sudden.
He opened my fingers to see the henna. He lifted his eyebrows in anger and looked at me.
I quickly took my hand back and he asked.
"You aren't looking sick,"
My heartbeats raced insanely to hear this voice after fifteen days and I shook my head not knowing what was he talking about?
But, he came closer to my neck and inhaled me.
A strong shiver ran down my spine and he asked slowly.
"Why do you smelling like turmeric and sandalwood. Why do you wearing this henna and all?"
He asked looking at me with angry and suspicious eyes.
I shook my head as I knew where this conversation was going.
"Are you getting married again?"
He asked and my mouth opened to answer but nothing came out from my mouth. I didn't know how to explain.
"Matlab humne aapke saath aane se inkaar kya kar diya Ruhani aap to doosra nikaah karne chali,"
"Just because I denied to come along you fixed your second marriage,"
My jaw dropped to the floor with shock and fear.
"That too without my permission,"
He said coming closer and gritted his teeth angrily.
I shook my head immediately and try to signal.
But, he looked extremely confused and his sight frequently stealing glances at my waist.
I didn't know what to do.
Finally, I had to place my hands on his chest and looked at him. I pushed him away a little and moved aside to search for a pen and paper.
"You have to answer me. You cannot run away,"
He whisper screamed and pulled me back closer again.
My duppatta fell off my shoulder with the sudden move and I felt extremely timid now.
My chest collapsed into his and he instantly snaked his arm around my waist tightly.
"Why the hell you are looking like a bride?"
He asked without even noticing that this close proximity was taking my breathe away in a very unnatural way. My mind was blocked now. The visions of that dreams danced on my sanity when my waist felt his fingers on it.
"What the hell is happening here? Ruhani, why did you lie about your health? I got so worried,"
He said and my eyebrows narrowed not understanding what was he saying.
"You sent me letter telling that you are sick and not coming back for one week. I got so worried and here you are getting married again,"
He said with anger and jealousy.
Now, I understood everything. Nandani sent him that letter. And he got so worried after that. That means he cared for me.
Oh my god! Sultan cared for me. As if he was worried and thinking about me.
I felt butterflies with the thought and try to hide my upcoming smile.
But, suddenly he pulled me even more closer and his hand fisted my hair in anger asking.
"Answer my question. How dare you to plan your wedding with someone else. Don't you know it's a sin,"
His eyes burning with anger and my lips parted with the pain he was giving me through my hair.
I lifted my gaze to look into his eyes and he looked back. My breathing was heavy but slow and I tried to say move his hand from my hair.
His anger calmed down looking at me and he slowly loosened his grip.
I didn't know how to tell him but all I wanted to do was to hug him now.
He was jealous and angry. And somewhere I got the hints why.
I snaked my arms around him and put my face on his chest. Closing my eyes I hugged him tightly and he muttered.
"I need answers, you know,"
His voice turned slow and less angrier now.
And I nodded.
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