Sultan wants to do it himself

Gulaab POV

I made up my mind with whatever happened. Or you can say I went another way. I didn't know how and why I started liking him. He wasn't definitely the one I should start liking and think of. I felt as if my brain behave as if I have no control over myself whenever he comes close to me.

"Begum, Your Hammam is ready!"

Nagma said catching my attention.

I looked at her and nodded. I walked along with her to the Hammam and entered. My mind and heart were fighting their own war unknowingly. I didn't know why I was reminding him again and again. It was like my heart and brain both stuck up at him.

I climbed the stairs of the Hammam wrapping myself from my breasts to knee with a soft cotton cloth. I stepped into the water and the calmness and warmness of it soothed me to the core. I sat peacefully and once again lost myself in his dreams. I almost lost control over myself. I knew I had to stop thinking about him but I couldn't. It was like each breath I take reminds me of him even more.

He was my enemy and the best enemy I ever got. He was so manly and genuine. Even I tried to do so many things with his dreams, he still tried to take care of me and protect me from odds.

I shivered as Nagma suddenly applied turmeric paste on my arm. It was cold.

"It's cold, Nagma." I laughed.

"Begum, It has essential oils and turmeric. That's why maybe." She said.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed it a lot.

She applied that paste on both my arms, back, neck and was about to apply it on my legs.

Suddenly, I started feeling some irritation in my arms. And the irritation reached its peak in no time. I felt unbearable pain on my skin and started crying.

"Nagma" I cried!

I started throwing my hands and tried to clean the paste as it was burning my skin.

Nagma ran from there and I almost went out of control. I felt pain, irritation and I didn't know what was happening.

I didn't know what to do. My tears didn't stop. My palm was completely burned and in no time I saw the sultan standing in front of me.

I didn't have any control over my body. I was lost in no time. He stepped into the water and hugged me.

"Get me some coconut oil and milk. Quick!" He ordered in his rough tone and looked at me.

"Hey, Hey calm down," He said and I broke down.

He touched my arms and started removing the paste and cleaned me. I could see the beads of tension on his forehead. He didn't think of himself. He hugged me tightly and patted my head worryingly.

He cleaned me very well but I still couldn't stop crying as the irritation was there.

He kept hugging me tightly and I could feel the tensions in the air. Suddenly, he ordered something that shook me to the core.

"Privacy"

I didn't know what was happening. Everything was so confusing and I was just able to look at him blankly. His eyes were tensed and somehow I could feel as if he was aware of whatever happened to me.

He took me into his arms and I slightly got aware of my condition. I was just wrapped in thin cotton material. I hide in his embrace as I felt timid.

"Begum... I am sorry. This all happened because of me." I could feel how worried he got.

He placed on the last stair half outside the water and by the time everyone left us alone there. I felt scared a little bit. I wasn't wearing anything good and he ordered everyone to leave.

He was holding me so cautiously as if he didn't want to hurt me. I was in immense pain but still, my eyes were stealing glances at his worried face.

He quickly lifted the jar of milk and emptied it over me. I felt out of breathing for a moment. The smell of milk hit my nose and I sneezed so loudly. It was thick and cold. He rubbed lightly over my infected skin. The milk really helped me. It was cold and its creamy texture soothed the irritation.

He took the milk in his palm from another jar and rubbed it slightly over my arms. I didn't know that he was so careful. The pain wasn't getting low because of the remedy but his touch. He feathered from my shoulders to the fingers. Then he moved to my other arm.

I was busy looking at his wet face when he suddenly caught my attention.

"Can you turn around?"

"Hn" I couldn't process properly.

"Can you turn around, your back must be burning?" He said.

I turned slowly and I didn't know what happened to me again. I felt as if his presence around me in this water and in that minimal clothes took me somewhere else. The flower petals floating on the surface of the water were not doing any justice in hiding my bare legs underneath.

I shivered slightly when the cold milk and his warm palm touched my nape. He rubbed slightly and I closed my eyes. I didn't know what was taking me away from his smell, his touch or that immense pain. The tears still weren't stopping, the pain and irritation were still haunting me. But his presence and that worry in his eyes flipped the pages of our story.

Now, I could feel as if he didn't feel whatever he said. I didn't know but somehow I feel that Zeenat Begum was very lucky to have him. He was so much in love with her. Unknowingly my thought went to imagine ourselves in love but suddenly he caught my attention.

"Gulaab... Can you lose this clothing?" He asked.

This was probably the first time I felt him so calm and low in his voice. I realized that I was holding the cloth so tightly that he wasn't able to reach the whole infected portion on my back. Honestly, I was feeling shy.

"Sultan, Someone else will do it na," I said without turning to his face.

"No, I left you alone for a night and this happened. I don't trust anyone. Not everybody likes you. Always remember to be alert. I don't want anyone to touch you." He said in a single breathe.

I took a breath to calm down. I didn't know what to say but if he was about to see me like that. I didn't know how I was going to stop myself.

I loosened my cloth and I could feel that my bosoms were slightly visible from the sides. I turned to look at him and I noticed him lowering his gaze. I felt timider now.

He rubbed the cold milk all over my back and I felt out of breathing.

The tears stopped now and he turned me slightly.

He looked at my face and said.

"That black mole on your back is really beautiful"

Suddenly we both blushed as he said that. I didn't know what to say and smiled weakly.

I looked at him again as he moved his hand towards the jar and collected some milk in his palm. His gaze then diverted to my neck and I felt blushed even more. He touched my neck and rubbed slightly. He came closer and I closed my eyes.

My hands weaken when he touched my neck and moved his fingers feathering my neck. I couldn't even feel the pain anymore. The harm was done actually.

That moment I felt that I would never be able to say 'No' to him. I was very weak. His aura and embrace were the most soothing this I ever felt. The moment was so peaceful and breathtaking that I didn't even realize that I was burnt.

Suddenly, He pulled me into the water and I jumped over him almost. I was caught off-guard and got out of breathing.

He held my waist and we both dived into the water. The milk got cleaned and I looked at him.

He was all wet and looking so attractive. The sunlight falling on his face through the slightly open roof was brightening his face even more.

While I was busy noticing his features. He removed his overcoat and covered me with it.

"Come with me, Now," He said and walked to the stairs again.

I calmly followed him and we both came out of water. He came close and even before I could think what was happening he took me into his arms. I felt shy and nervous all of sudden.

He took me to my chamber and made me sit on the couch.

"Nagma" He called.

I was blankly looking at him, trying to hide my exposed body. It was not a normal day for me. I felt as if anything could happen but knowingly I was enjoying it. I was liking him taking care of me.

"Yes, Sultan" Nagma came running.

"Bring some coconut oil and take out a pair of cotton clothe for Begum" He ordered.

His face was serious and I understood that he was really worried about me.

"What will you do with coconut oil?" I asked trying to look into his eyes. Just the moment I finished I sneezed again.

"You caught a cold," He said feathering my right cheek.

Oh my God! That was beautiful. When his fingers touched my cheek lightly I felt it was so breathtaking and soothing.

"Coconut oil is cold and it will help reduce the effect of burns on your skin," He said. His voice has changed a little. I could feel the tension in the air.

"Okay," I said slowly.

"Here, it is sultan" By the time Nagma entered with oil and handed it over to him.

Then she moved inside one of the doors to get my clothes, I guessed.

"You sit on the bed, comfortably," He asked me.

The situation was too tensed to handle for me. Sultan standing in front of me half naked and his wheatish brown skin was too much to handle. The water beads were still present on his bare chest and his hair look more black and beautiful now.

My sight was, again and again, gawking on his face. He was looking nervous too.

"Sultan, Nagma will help me now. Don't worry." I said and he looked at me.

He sat beside me and said.

"Begum, you have to be extra careful. People here don't like you. You won't be able to survive here because they keep on trying to hurt you." He said with concern.

By the time Nagma brought a pair of peach-colored plain dress and kept on the bed.

"You can leave Nagma and make sure that nobody comes here until I ask." He ordered looking at me.

I lowered my gaze instantly and something happened in my stomach. I felt a tickle in my stomach the way he looked at me.

Nagma left the chamber closing the door behind us and Sultan stood up from the bed.

I was closely noticing his steps when he walked towards the side of the bed and blown the light lamp. My heartbeats skipped and I just chose to stare at him blankly. He moved to the all light lamps that were close to us and blew them off.

"Why are you making it dark?" I asked. My voice came slow and afraid.

"I don't want to embarrass any of us. I don't trust anyone too." He said blowing the last light lamp close to us. The chamber had very low light coming from the small light lamps burning away from us.

He sat close to me and I straightened a little.

"If you don't trust anyone, I can message myself," I asked slightly looking at me.

"Don't worry, I will take care of everything." He said.

I held my breath as he touched the hem of his overcoat and moved it low from my shoulder.

The cold breeze touched me as I was still wet. He took out the overcoat and I felt exposed again.

He threw the overcoat away and said.

"This white cloth is wet too. I will give you another one. You should take this out"