Ruhani POV
I bid goodbyes to everyone and everyone gave their blessings to me. Especially my father and mothers. They three showers thier all the love and affection on me.
Even I was excited to meet my husband who just mentioned love in his talks yesterday, I was crying from the separation with my family.
"God bless you even with my happiness, baby,"
My father lovingly says and kissed on my hair.
The fresh tears rolled down my cheek and I tightened the hug. Nothing could beat the love of my father.
He released the hug and I moved forward to Rehman Bhaijaan. He specially came to meet me with Abbu Jaan.
He brought me a loving hug and kissed my forehead too.
"God bless you with the love you deserve,"
He said those beautiful words to me and released the hug.
I looked at him asked the question which I was waiting for fifteen days.
I started signalling him.
'When will you ask Bhabhijaan to come?'
He smiled on my question and everyone also smiled.
"Ji Rehman Sultan, bataiye kab aa rahi hai aapki Rehana Begum?"
"Yes, Rehman Sultan, tell us when is your wife Rehana coming over?"
Abbu also asked him teasing and he replied.
"Aap sab jaante to hai ki abhi vo choti hai or unki padhai poori hone me waqt hai. Jab tak unki padhai poori nahi ho jaati tab tak to hum unka deedar bhi nahi karenge,"
"As you all know she is still very young and seeking education. Until her education gets completed, I have decided not to even see her,"
I smiled when he replied.
This was the thing for which everyone was proud of Rehman Bhaijaan. He was nineteen years old when he came to know that a pleasure house in the Hamid Sultanate trades young girl as sex slaves.
He disguised himself as a customer and went there alone. There he meets this beautiful girl Rehana.
But, nothing did he know that she was the daughter of Hamid Sultan's young brother. And her step mother abandoned her after my Abbu won the war against him.
After that, that huge Sultanate was given to Rehman Bhaijaan.
He saved all the young girls who were working against their will and he decided to save this fifteen year old girl who was physically weak and accepted that pleasure house was her destiny. But, he came to know that the girl was the daughter of Hamid Sultan's young brother whom our father killed in the war. And because her Sultanate was no more and she didn't even have anywhere to go. Her step mother abandoned her.
He asked her for the marriage and somehow she agreed too. Ever since, she was married to Rehman Bhaijaan, she was living with one of our close relative and seeking education and training.
Because, Rehman Bhaijaan decided to meet her only after she become an adult and completes her education. But, the irony was she still didn't know that Rehman Bhaijaan was the son of the killer of his father. And now the Sultan of Hamid Sultanate which once belonged to her family.
But, I was sure that she would love him even after knowing this. Because, how could someone not love the person like him.
"Wish my greetings to everyone in your Sultanate especially Aashiq,"
Rehman Bhaijaan said and I blushed a little with his name.
I nodded and moved my mother and then everyone especially Nandani. She was also all set to depart for her Kingdom and hugged me tightly. Tears rolled down from both of our cheeks as we remembered the beautiful time we spent.
"You should go now. It's getting late,"
She muttered slowly and I nodded.
Finally, I sat in my palanquin and the huge convoy started to move. My twin brother Haider joined me as Abbu Jaan asked him to take me safely there.
The convoy was fourth time bigger than the size it came here. As my father wished me bye with uncountable gifts.
We started our journey and the whole day passed in just moving.
We just stopped once in between for the lunch and started our journey again.
Finally, at the last night we reached to the Sultanate and the sounds of trumpets blew with my arrival.
The huge iron gate pushed by ten soldiers to open wide for the convoy to enter.
My palanquin stopped and I moved my feet outside to put my steps down.
My attendees joined me immediately as I stepped down my palanquin and looked at the entrance.
My sight fell on Adeena and Saeed. Beside them was Nagina and the translator.
My eyes unknowingly scanned Sultan which was not here.
"Bhabhi Jaan,"
Adeena screamed with joy looking at me and came closer to hug me tightly.
I wished her the greetings and she wished me back.
"Welcome back, Bhabhijaan,"
Saeed says and I smiled looking at him.
I looked at Adeena and tried to ask where his brother was.
She made a sad face and replied.
"He had to go somewhere urgently. But, don't worry he will be back in one or two weeks,"
The mention of one or two alone made my heart feel sick already.
Why did he call me if he wanted to go?
"Come,"
Adeena said and I nodded.
I entered my home and walked to my chamber.
But, in middle of the gallery Adeena spoke suddenly.
"Bhabhijaan, do you love reading books?"
I looked at her and nodded.
"Really? You know just today our trader brought us the new published books,"
I wowed at the new information and she asked all of sudden.
"Do you want to see?"
I looked at her and nodded. Why would I say no to new books.
"Great, come with me,"
Now, since Sultan wasn't in the Sultanate as I might have gotten late to meet him. I must pick some titles and enjoy my life.
I joined Adeena as we changed our way to another part of the palace. She made me walk through the garden and then the gallery.
My sight fell on the big door. Outside of which two soldiers were standing.
"Bhabhijaan, this is our library,"
I looked at her.
"You know, my Abbu had this great fond for books. He got the every title from the each of the corner. He even knew many languages,"
I felt little emotional with the mentioned of her father. But suddenly she spoke.
"You go inside, I will be back in few moments. The books are on the table,"
I nodded and she left me.
I looked at the door and walked closer to it.
The soldiers silently opened the door for me and I felt a little nervous stepping inside.
The first thing my sight noticed was the carpet floor. The whole floor was covered with the red vibrant thick carpet.
And, the second thing was the pleasent yellow lights of the warm candles. The whole library was lighting like the evening sun.
And the third thing was the pin drop silence. There was no voice and suddenly I shivered when the soldiers closed the door behind me.
Honestly, I got a little scared being alone here. But, Adeena said she would join me shortly.
So, I moved inside the short small gallery of twently steps and the my pupils enlarged with the amazement.
This was a really huge library even bigger than what I have in my Sultanate.
It was five times bigger than our chamber. The whole library had shelves and the neatly placed books. Beside the each shelve there had a long light lamp stands.
There was about twently huge shelves which I scanned roughly and then my sight fell on the extreme corner which had extra light there.
I walked passed the shelves and reached to the end. My sight noticed the huge private space and big couches there.
There was four of it and placed as if making a square. In middle of them had the wooden beautiful table with two strong light lamps lit.
I walked closer to them and my sight fell one of the couch.
A wide smile instantly appeared on my face with the surprise.
But, my surprise was lying on the couch, asleep having a book closer to his chest.
Beside his couch there was a Hukkah almost dead.
I looked at his sleeping face, his hair falling on his forehead. I silently took the book from his hand and scanned it.
It was a handwritten collection of pages tied together and the writings instantly hit me hard.
It was the one written by his father Sultan Ibrahim Khan.
And, to my surprise he was reading a page which mentioned me.
My eyebrows thinned in a little as I read the page thoroughly.
Today, I saw my little Aashiq meeting the daughter of Rafiq Bhaijaan. She is really beautiful and intelligent. And, a thought of tying those kids together crossed my brain. The girls seems perfect for my emotional child. My Aashiq is a emotional person and a girl with emotions can only understand him. No one will be compatible for him than her. I am just patiently waiting for these two kids to grow up and marry.
My heart ached with the words and the realisation hit me differently. The one who cared for me even before I was born, was no more now. My eyes unknowingly collected tears and suddenly the voice caught my attention.
"Ruhani,"
I closed the book immediately and looked at him. He opened his sleepy eyes and held my hand calmly.
He pulled me closer slowly and I bent forward as he brought my hand closer to his lips.
He pecked softly and pulled me lightly on the couch shifting a little back.
"I was waiting for you the whole day,"
He said.
I felt nervous to lie in the little space with him.
But, he pulled me closer slowly and I lied beside him facing the other direction from him.
He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. My back touching his chest in close proximity and my head resting on his bicep.
He placed his cheek lightly on my head. And I breathed heavily as he tightened the hug pulling my waist closer to his midriff.
He stayed silent as we kept lying there for long. I closed my eyes as this soothing feeling of being closer to him was making me feel loved.
It felt really beautiful as if the time stopped right here.
Suddenly, he moved his hand from my waist to the shoulder and started pulling the duppatta off my body.
I lift myself as he pulls it and left it on the floor.
He hugged me back again and caressed my cheek with his.
"I never know that you are so seductive,"
His voice extremely slow and I gulped smiling weakly.
"But, yesterday, I came to know that my wife is another level of beauty. Which she keeps hidden under the layers of her timidness,"
His words making me feel something different and to make my breathing even more deep and heavy. He moved his hand from my waist to under my clothes.
I blinked weakly when I felt his fingers lightly touching the side of my waist pulling the corner of the kurti of my Sharara a little up.
I shifted slowly a little only to lay myself on my back. My anklet bells echoed in the library with the movement and I looked at him.
His eyes soft yet steamed with some evilness. As our gaze met, I felt his hand slowly moving inside the band of my lower of the clothes.
It was tightly knit but he still managed to push his hand inside I felt his fingers almost on my lower abdomen.
I blinked nervously and broke the gaze with timidness. Turning my face to other side I looked at his hand which was below my head and then my sight glared up at the lit light lamps.
Slowly, I felt his hand caressing my lower abdomen and moving forward.
My lips parted with the feeling of sensation running through veins and my hand moved to touch his other hand, which was below head.
He entangled our fingers tightly. And I felt the fingers of his other hand close to my sensitive part.
My face warmed in the presence of candles and his close proximity.
Slowly, I felt his fingers caressing my sensitive area and my mouth opened shutting my eyes close.
I arched my back tightly and my face arched backward with the effect. He moved even more closer and I felt his lips featherly touching my ear. I heard his breathing and it made me feels things that I never witnessed.
He moved his hand again and my body moved a little in the same direction. I felt his fingers lightly stroking my skin on the core and my knees started quivering.
I moaned breathing heavily as he raced his strokes. My stomach felt tightness as I arched my body and pulled my knees up, rolling my toes.
The sound of my anklets pierced the silence but he kept stroking my sensitive skin and I felt my core getting wet.
I felt insanely timid with the affect and he tightened his grip on my hand.
He kept stroking me and the movement of my feet when I tightened my thigh closer, made the silence filled with my anklet bells. And, my shameless bangles joining them every moment I move my hand. My heart beating insanely wild and breatings turnes heavy. I moaned silently and he breathed heavy too.
"Hamari taraph dekhiye na,"
"Look at me, please,"
He muttered slowly against my ear and breathed heavily even more.
I opened my eyes and turned my face slowly to him. His face tensed and turned red a little bit.
He fastened the stroking a little bit and my mouth hung open as the sensations shooted in my body travelling through my veins and settled in my spine. Goosebumps formed on my skin and I felt as if he lightened something in my body.
I could feel my core getting wet and I felt insanely shy of it. There was a feeling of fright inside me not wanting him to notice that.
Suddenly, he spoke something which made me shiver a little bit and look at him gulping nervously.
"I want to move in,"
My eyebrows thinned in a little and breathed heavily still feeling the strokes which he now slowed down a little.
He brought his lips closer and sucked mine. My nose ring came in between which he didn't care at all kissing me intensely with utmost passion.
"Pleasee,"
He muttered in between the kisses and I broke the kiss moving my face a little away to look into his eyes.
His eyes locked into mine and he stopped stroking at all.
I lowered my gaze timidly hiding my face in his neck. He understood my approval and I felt his finger slowly moving forward.
He started stroking again but extremely slow this time. I shivered as he touched my untouched core. His rough and long finger felt foreign to my skin and I shut my eyes close with the extremely new sensations to bear with.
My other hand immediately held his black kurta tightly over his bicep of the hand which was doing all this pleasure full assualt to me.
I arched my body insanely and my head falls backward when I felt his finger getting inside of me.
A painful mute cry escaped my lips which he responded tightening our entangled fingers and I felt my knees getting closer to each other. But his hand between my legs not making it possible and I felt insanely wet.
I felt his finger completely inside of me and the rough texture feels uneasy for me.
He moved his hand slowly and my hand slowly moved from his bicep to his wrist.
My hairs messed up by the time and I felt my cheeks hot and red.
He tightened the grip on my other hand as I try to pull it out of his hold when he moved his fingers inside. A few bangles broke with the effect and loosened his grip on my palm.
The nails of my other hand pierced his skin on the wrist as I tried to hold it tightly.
He kept moving his finger slowly and it became easy in some time.
My core turned insanely wet now and I felt a little nervous and frightened if he wanted to go even forward.
"You are becoming my drug and I am very bad at dealing with the intoxications, Ruhani,"
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He leaned in closer to my lips and I felt his hand moving out of my lower and snaked my waist to pull me in loving hug.
My core felt really uneasy now having tasted what Sultan had to give her.
He brought his fingers out. But, now I was insanely timid and equally hesitant to look into his eyes.
He broke the kiss and kissed on my forehead.
"You are really young for me,"
I opened my eyes and looked at his not understanding what he meant.
He hugged me tightly and placed his head on my head muttering slowly again.
"You will know soon, why,"
I blushed hard and tried to sit up as his words made sense to me a little now.
My heart was beating insanely loud and I tried to stood up.
But, I felt myself stopped from moving as he pulled the strings of my kurti. This one was given by Nandani and she specially asked me to wear it today. I hid my revealing back the whole day with the dupatta but now I had nowhere to hide myself.
Suddenly, he pulled me back pulling them strongly and I sat again on the couch. I felt him sitting behind me and then his fingers feathering touched my revealing back. He opened the knot which was securing both of the shoulders together and making the kurti hug my body. The kurti had the cross pattern of string which ended just a few inches above my lower back.
I fisted on my clothes as he slowly pulled the strings out of the hooks and took it out from the cross design. Everytime his hand touched my skin, I felt butterflies in my stomach.
He touched my henna inked hand and handed me the string.
"I think you forgot about my punishment for not coming with you,"
He muttered close to my ear and his next word made a strong shiver down my spine.
"Want to choke me to death?"
I shook my head slowly and looked at him above my shoulder.
His devilish eyes looking dangerous and playful now.
"Then, I will choke you but not to the death,"
He muttered and tried to pull the string back off my hand.
I tightened the grip and didn't let him snatch it as I understood he meant.
I remembered when Nandani once talked about his fantasy of choking her husband while kissing him.
I looked at him and turned myself courageously.
A devilish smirk appeared on his face and he suddenly leaned in closer. I felt his hand on my thigh as he pulled me over in his lap in a swift motion.
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