Irritating My Begum

Sultan POV

"Don't you dare,"

She yelled at me and I raised my eyebrow almost falling over the bed. I didn't realise what just happen in a sudden moment. She was looking angry and unhappy with what I just did but this behaviour wasn't acceptable at all.

"Don't you remember what you agreed a moment before?" I asked slowly and calmly looking at her.

She stood up from the bed in anger and asked.

"What did I agreed to? hnn"

I blinked shockingly and teased her talking calmly to her.

"Such a short memory my Begum have"

"DO NOT CALL ME YOUR BEGUM" She spotted back.

"Why?" I asked straightening on the bed. My words definitely taking her to the peak of frustration.

"Because you don't deserve to be my husband." She spatted with the angry face.

"Hope, I never married you," She said taking her dupatta from the bed but before she could I held her hand pulled her closer in a jerk.

No doubt I felt bad hearing that. Anger rushed to my head. How could she say that?

"I don't deserve to be your husband?" I ask while she was protesting to get off my hold.

"No, you don't deserve" She cleared in anger.

I quickly held her neck to straighten her gaze to look at me.

"How dare you say that?"

"Thousands of girls long for me, you should be grateful that I married you," I said.

Her face was still looking angry as she replied.

"Lakhs of men longs for me too. You should thank god that I married you otherwise nobody has entertained you in such growing age,"

She said with furious eyes clearly showing her anger and unhappiness with my teasing act.

"Growing age?" I asked thinning my eyebrows. She was still trying to get off my hold.

"Yesss, A very big yesssss" She said.

"But Begum, I am still very young." I tried to calm down her anger.

But it seems only increasing.

She forced me away with the force and ordered me to show her index finger.

"You leave me alone and get out from here"

I raised my eyebrows at her raising voice and calmly asked.

"What if I don't"

Her behaviour was making me angry now. How could she yell at me again and again? I have always forgiven her but this was becoming unbearable.

"If you don't go, I will start screaming," She said irritatingly.

"And what will you scream about?" I asked.

She showed me her angry eyes and said.

"I will say that you are forcing yourself on me," She said with a challenging tone.

I smirked and asked politely.

"I am not going, you can proceed," I said and comfortably lied on her bed.

She looked at me and then looked at the closed door.

She walked a little from here and there looking at the bed and then stood in front of me facing the door against me.

I saw her taking a long breathe before.

"HELPPPPPP!!!!!!! IS ANYBODY THERE...HELPPPPPP. SULTAN IS TRYING TO FORCE HIM ON MEEEEEEEEEE... HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP"

She screamed loudly with her full force and for a moment I become deaf with such high volume.

She huffed and I smiled a little.

I stood up from bed and before she could try once again I hugged her from behind.

I placed my chin on her small shoulder and raked my hand on her small waist from behind.

She melted a little and I muttered slowly in her ears.

"Do you think anyone would be able to hear you behind these huge walls?"

She shivered a little and tried to look at me but I held her like that tightly.

Her face turned red with anger, irritation, frustration and blush.

"I said Get out from here,"

This hurt me. How could she ask me like that?

"Gulaab, Say this one more time and I swear you will regret it."

I said in a hoarse and extremely slow voice near her ear.

She cleared her throat in a frightened voice and said.

"I am not afraid of you,"

The moment she said this, I turned her and looked into her eyes.

"Then say it," I ordered.

She was looking at me too slightly afraid but not lost. She parted her lips and muttered.

"I hate you, you always this to me. It's like I have become a doll of yours. You come and play with me whenever you want. It's like I am just a way for your temporary happiness. It's always your way and you don't even care if others are liking it or not. When you said you don't want me close. I stopped looking for you and you don't want that either now. Now you are here, irritating me." She said in fury and sadness.

"It's my right to irritate my Begum," I tried to enlighten her mood a little.

But she was not listening to me.

"There are so many rights and duty of yours too. You don't remember them? Only irritation right?" She asked.

I shook my head in a 'No'

"Please, tell me. My other right and duties" I asked moving my fingers along her hair strands.

She cleared her throat a little.

"You should care about your wife feelings" She complains.

"And," I asked.

"And, you should try to keep her happy," She said.

"And," I asked.

"And, you should not tease her like that." She said closing her eyes.

"Tease her?" I asked thinning my eyebrows.

"Like what?" I continued.

"Like that," She said signalling towards the bed.

A smirk appeared on my face and I asked.

"And what are my rights?"

She looked at me and pushed me away slightly saying.

"You don't have any right on me."

She started walking away and I held her wrist to pull her back in my arms.

"I have every right on you," I said looking into her eyes.

She hesitated a little and then said.

"No, your all rights have been taken from you because of your poor behaviour with your wife"

"And how can I ask for your forgiveness," I asked teasing her again.

I didn't know why spending time with her was becoming my newly found interest. I started enjoying her irritation and frustration towards me. It's like my mind was getting diverted from everything to her.

Her anger, blush, smile and reactions were something that I started enjoying a lot.

"Yeah, you can do something for me. I want to sleep and you can leave" She said it and again and now my stubbornness reached its peak.

"Now, I won't even move from here even if whatever happens," I said and lied on the bed throwing my arms.

"I don't care," She said and moved to the other side of the bed.

She climbed on the bed and in anger blew all the candles and lights near to her. The chamber filled with extreme darkness only having a slight beam of light coming from other ends.

The weather was getting chilly now as it was starting of winter.

I pulled up and the comforter and wanted to stay with her.

I didn't know why but my mind was somehow feeling relaxed with her. With her, I started feeling alive and playful again.

I didn't know why I always try to tease her and then enjoys her reaction. Her stubbornness, anger, always fighting reactions were too much to ignore for me.

I looked in her direction as she was facing another one. The slight brightness coming from my side of the lamp was making me visible to steal glances at her naked back.

Her blouse was tied neatly and I could see her black mole.

Unknowingly the thought of touching her back came to my mind. Reminding me when I saw her for the first time on our wedding night. I didn't know that she would be able to attract me that much.

The desires that never got fired up seeing any lady was igniting this time. I remembered how small her frame feels in my arms.

A wild thought of doing so much with her came to my mind and I felt my heart beating fast.

What are you doing to me?

Suddenly, she sat up still not looking at me and I was just staring at her shamelessly.

She loosened her hair and her hair fell to the surface of the bed. She combed her hair slightly with the fingers and I saw them dancing. She had huge and voluminous hair.

Looking at her hair I reminded how I sucked her lips passionately holding her hairs tightly. And somehow, I felt as if it filled me with some kind of relief and content when I ever saw her like this.

She moved her hairs towards the front to undo the tangles and I noticed how small her waist was. I could cup her waist and make her move very easily.

She threw her hair backwards again and start making the braid.

I realised suddenly that I was thinking some inappropriate things for her. I turned away holding on to my breath and tried to close my eyes.

I didn't know I couldn't think of anything but her. But, inside there was something deep buried inside me that was stopping me to get too close to her.

Even if she was my wife but still belonged to a continent of which I was dreaming about. And if I would win it then she would never be mine. No woman would love a man who kills her brother and win her continent. If I was planning to hurt her later, I shouldn't initiate it in the first place.

But this small Begum of mine was giving me a very hard time. I turned a little to look at her from the corner of my eyes and she was finished with her long and thick braid.

She removed her dupatta and lied back on the bed.

Suddenly, I reminded of the incident when she said that she started liking Ibrahim.

I didn't know but she looking at anyone than me was not acceptable to me now.

I felt a slight movement on the bed as if she turned and I turned my head to look at her.

She was lying closing her eyes and I thought to ask her something but she already slept.

I didn't remember when I drifted into a deep sleep.

My eyes opened when I felt a slight movement on the bed and I looked at her. She was sleeping like a baby. Her comforter was lying far from her and she was shivering in cold. She seems into a deep sleep and I moved closer to her to cover her with the comforter.

When I covered her with the blanket she moved closer to my sleep and I smiled a little hugging her. She placed her head comfortably on my chest like a baby and I moved my arm around her waist to hold her in place.

My sleepiness was away now. I noticed how her body curve was so perfect as she was lying on weighing on one side.

My sight fell on her long, thick braid and I felt pity for her hair. Why did she cage them tightly together? They should breathe, I thought.

Without thinking twice, I started undoing her braid. One after the other I unbraided all the design she made.

Her hair loosened and my heart beats raced to look at her. Her eyes closed, lashes long, small nose and beautiful dark pink lips. Her cleavage was slightly visible.

She was looking a damn beauty while sleeping. She moved her legs and kept them on my knees. I heard the slight noise of anklets when she did so.

My attention again diverted to her hairs when I heard her light breathing and couldn't stop myself from moving my hand through her long lengths. One after the other, I spend my me-time playing with her hairs taking care not to disturb her while sleeping.

Suddenly she moved a little and I frightened. I stopped myself immediately. She would throw me out if she found me doing this to her hair.

She relaxed again and I started playing with her hair again. I feathered her hair uncountable times. Touching the long strands from the head to tail.

When my hand was once again touching her, she suddenly moved her hand and held my wrist softly. She entangled her fingers in mine tightly and placed my hand on the bed and muttered.

"Sleep naa" She requested in a sleepy tone and I smiled saying slowly.

"Okay,"

I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep again.