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Ruhani POV
"You won't regret it ever?"
He asked and I shook my head.
I felt his finger caressing my cheek and his lips leaning into my ear. He sucked my earlobe and nibbled it. I felt shiver all across my body and then he slowly breathed.
"Hum pandrah saal se Mohobbat karte hai aapse or hamesha karte rahenge,"
"I loved you for fifteen years and I always will,"
Tears collected in my eyes and I closed them. His voice and words lit the sparks in my body and I moaned voicelessly.
"I love you, Ruhani,"
He finished and a lone tear escaped my closed eyes hearing the most awaited words from his mouth.
His lips kept nibbling, playing with my earlobe and then with the skin below my ears, passing through my neck and shoulders.
His hand slowly moved over my waist and tenderly in motion turned me on my side. His fingers moved my hair aside and he leaned into my nape. He kissed, licked, and sucked me harsher.
His body shifted behind me a little and I felt his hand moving from my waist to my bosom.
He once again took my earlobe between his mouth and softly cupped my right breast. My head falls backward with the intense pleasure and he increased it by pressing my skin available in his palm.
I felt his lips moving lower across my back and his body shifting weight, making me turn on my stomach. His hand moved from my breast and held the side of my waist in possession when he pressed his lips into the small of my lower back. His lips kissed and sucked me harsher to leave his marks there.
Slowly, I felt his hand moving from the side of my waist to my butt cheeks. He kissed one of them and I felt insanely timid with it.
He turns me back again slowly and leans his lips closer to my navel. Leaving kisses all across my waist and stomach I felt his lips moving south again.
I tried to press my thighs together but he looked into my eyes and rakes his hand on my thigh. He slowly widens my legs and I saw him leaning his face closer again to my core. I moved my gaze timidly to the ceiling of the chamber.
I blinked nervously waiting for his next moment and shivered when I felt his finger touching it tenderly. It hurt. The skin felt like a sting.
He immediately took his finger away and I felt him spitting. The cold saliva against my skin.
I thinned my eyebrows not comprehending the move but he suddenly moves upward over me putting his knees between my legs.
I immediately collected him in my arms and felt him adjusting against me. His eyes talking to me in their own language wanting to know if I wanted to stop.
I pushed my head a little upward pressing my lips against his. He pushed himself inside me and I cried breaking the kiss. He did not give me any chance to realize and touched my depth. My head falls backward and I felt his hands pinning both of mine above my head. His fingers entangled with mine and he kept his forehead above mine.
It pained at that depth and I stretched my body making it easy for me.
"Open your eyes, love,"
He muttered and I did so.
His eyes looked into mine, our fingers entangled over my head, foreheads touching each other and breathing fighting their own battle.
He started moving and I blinks my eyes at the sensations. It turns out difficult to bear the pleasure like this, under him. My lashes felt heavy to stay open, closing in defeat.
He maintained the pace of his movements and muttered.
"Look at me, Ruhani, I want to see how are you feeling,"
I obeyed and looked at him. His lips stole kisses frequently and my knees started feeling weak. My back started hurting and I dug my nails into the flesh of his hands.
My lips parted to feel the height of it.
He lefts my hand and I saw him closing his eyes. His heartbeats were audible and he groaned against my ear.
I moved my hand around his neck and leaned my lips closer to his ear. I breathed my commitment of love if he could comprehend it.
"I love you too,"
He muttered against my ear and I smiled knowing how much he started understanding me.
He kept moving, loving, kissing me on my lips, cheeks, and neck, often taking his lips to my buds. His eyes looked into mine, his heartbeats racing, face turning red, hair messed up and then I felt him close.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine. His breathing was fast, almost panting, movements getting a little slower but him reaching the deepest. It earned my cries and tears collected in my eyes when I could feel him pushing completely inside.
I shivered under him, it pained and I saw his hand fisting against the bedsheet.
I moaned inaudibly and moved my hand from his neck to his back. My nails pierced his flesh as I pulled him even closer.
My eyes closed and it felt unexplainably pleasuring. The last ounce of pain made me feel something out of the Universe.
I felt his warmness inside me and felt beautiful like never before. Though my body lost strength, my back ached and my knees weakened to feel it.
My lips dried and my hair turned into a mess. We both turned into a mess.
He was panting hard and so was I.
He stayed still for some moment and pressed his lips against mine.
"It was worth saving,"
He muttered and I blushed hard understanding it.
He kissed my nose at last and moved off me slowly.
I straightened my legs and felt them burning and hurting. My body turned tired and I looked at him. He was still panting and looking at me.
His finger caressed my cheek and my lashes felt heavy to stay open. He had drained even the last ounce of energy off me and I blinked when sleep tried to take over me.
"Come here,"
He muttered pulling me closer.
I placed my head on his chest and he made his fingers move through my hair combing them lightly when we both calmed down a little.
I closed my eyes and he messaged my head lightly.
I realized how peaceful he feels when I used to do the same to him.
I kissed his chest lightly and drifted into sleep slowly feeling his fingers lightly moving along my hair, on my naked back, and making memories.
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I opened my eyes and found myself hugged in his embrace. The warmth was beautiful and soothing. I realized myself covered with the same undergarment and thick comforter. The chamber turned dark as the oil in the light lamps might have burnt.
I felt his heavy hand around my waist and touched it only to realize that he was also wearing his clothes. Turning myself slowly I looked at his sleeping face, the most beautiful version I had ever seen. His forehead looked peaceful without any tense lines and his lashes rested as if sleeping in heaven.
He shifted inhaling a deep breath a little and I instantly closed my eyes in fear.
I remembered what happened last night before we slept. And, I was strangely feeling timid and excited all together.
I felt him pulling me closer to him and then slowly pecking my forehead in sleep.
His hand slowly stroked my hair and I opened my eyes to look into his eyes.
His eyes looked at me too and he asked slowly.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded lightly and tried to shift a little upward. I pulled him closer to me for a hug and kept my leg on the side of his waist. He snaked his arm around my waist and I kissed his forehead.
There was a whole difficult day ahead and I did not want to leave him alone.
I entered my fingers in his head and messaged slowly to make him fall asleep again.
The warmth of the comforter and our bodies soothed each other and he fell asleep again in some time. Though, I wondered if he took bath and changed his clothes, and made me wear mine too.
I felt loved, immensely loved.
When he fell asleep again. I tried to sit up as it was seeming like early morning.
I carefully brought my hand off him and slowly moved his aside.
He was looking like a bulky baby sleeping tightly.
I stepped down from the bed and threw my hair backward. The soreness instantly hit me, making me immediately sit back on the bed again.
Ohh, it hurts badly.
I smiled with the effect of pain, remembered the thickness of his manhood, and turned back to look at his sleeping face.
My husband, My Sultan...
And, no doubt I was young for him. Obviously not young in age, but in experience, in physique, in this love-making game. True it was his first time too but he used to be quite a spectator in his teenage, and I just read it in the books and too in some blurry versions. I could see it on his face, the way he held it back, the way he diverted his energy onto the bed sheets when he fisted when he was on peak. The mere thought of being that bed sheet even for once was giving me hard chills. But I want.
I gulped and tried to stand up again. It would hurt for some time, I reminded myself. You got quite a soldier husband.
I walked a little around, slowly feeling comfortable, and then picked up my nightgown from the floor. Slipping it through my arms, I tied it neatly.
Walking towards the window, I parted the curtains and looked at the horizon. A slight orangish light started to appear. I smiled looking at it.
I prayed to god for another beautiful day just like my mother told me to do always.
I decided to refresh myself and then take the bath. I had planned a few things for him.
After getting ready in a light green attire with necessary jewelry I asked for Shaheen.
She came and I told her to ask the Royal Chef to cook everything that his father used to eat. Everything should be on the menu. I reminded her.
Then, I took out the loose letters that my Badi Ammi gave to me as a gift for him. I saved them for such a moment.
Then, I remembered the chess board in our chamber which was eating dust.
Shaheen left and I looked at the bed. The curtains were still in place and my loving husband still sleeping.
I walked slowly towards it. Thankfully not wearing my anklets and handful of bangles. Just single gold ones.
I slowly parted the curtains and tied them with the post.
He was sleeping on his stomach and wearing the black kurta which I just noticed closely. He might have taken a bath after I slept. He was looking so fresh.
My eyes teared up looking at him sleeping like this. I could not even imagine how many sleepless nights he had witnessed. How much fear he suffered losing his father at such an age when a child needs them the most.
He loved him more than anything.
I remembered my own parents and chuckled a little. The memories of Rehman Bhaijaan, Haider Bhaijaan, and us fighting together. When my father used to give all three of us, training in combat and education.
Nothing could match the love of parents. Though sometimes it feels that their love was iced with their own desires but at a tender age, it starts making sense.
I remembered an incident my mother told me about her life.
She told me that she was in love with a man before her marriage and he ruined her beyond repair. No one knew about her affair and it was prohibited to see a man before marriage. She felt angered when her father put restrictions on her. But, when she herself saw the reality she realized that somewhere he was correct. He was right to put restrictions to protect her. And, now she always feels thankful to my father for entering her life. She claims to be lucky for finding my father as her husband. And, she cried a lot when heard of her father dying.
I gulped and came back to reality. I knew I could not erase what happened to his father because of me. But, I could always do what he wished me to do. Love his son.
Suddenly, my stomach growled and I remembered that we both did not eat last night. I needed to have my breakfast. And, I asked an attendee to bring it.
But, before that, I wanted to say something to my Dear Husband.
I walked towards my stuff and took a pen and paper.
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