The Punishment

Gulaab POV

"You will answer what I ask now?"

He said in a slightly seductive tone that sent a shiver across my ear and I closed my eyes for a moment.

His hand snaking my waist pulled me closer setting me almost in his lap.

He turned me slowly and pulled me back making my back touching his chest. Sitting behind me he touched my cheek with his slightly.

I felt his slight beard rubbing my cheek that made my cheek red in no time. Snatching a long breath I tried to control my increasing sentiments.

His hand still holding my waist from behind, his fingers feathering the left side of my navel area and touching my golden plain waist chain.

"Why did you lie to me?"

His hot voice filled my ear going through the channel and made my every inch alive.

I felt as if I would melt in his arms just by hearing a few lines from him.

"I didn't," I tried to say.

Suddenly, I felt his fingers moving across my waist chain and I hesitated to ask.

"Sultan, what are you doing?"

I tried to ask but my voice somehow came as a request. Slow and melting.

"You will be punished for all your lies and misbehaviour"

"What?" I could only mutter slowly as my attention was fixed over his touch fingers pad that was trying to unhook the chain.

A little desperation and tinyness of the waist chain were making it hard for him to open it.

I smiled a little, trying to hide it from him but it suddenly vanished when he succeeded and shown me the waist chain keeping in front of my eyes.

My heartbeat raced slightly and knots turned in my stomach.

"I will ask you one more time," He said slowly and I realized what was he up to.

"Why did you lie to me? I asked you to tell me all that happened. You didn't say it"

He muttered near my ear and I felt his hand moving all across my arm. He slowly feathered my arm from the fingers to the shoulder.

My voice hung in my throat and I asked forming a sentence.

"Can't we talk sitting a little away from each other,"

I requested slowly as he making a kind of pattern on my arm.

"Umm-hnn, I know how to talk to my begum" His voice brought goosebumps over my neck and I said.

"I didn't lie, I just agreed to whatever you were thinking"

His fingers raked from my arm to neck feathering my shoulder and I sucked on my lips slightly.

Nothing satisfactory coming from my mouth. Urghhh.

His fingers were moving along my nape when he untied the necklace and I felt my neck light.

He dropped the necklace in my lap and I closed my eyes in defeat.

"You are still lying,"

He said.

I turned my face slightly to look into his eyes.

"No,"

I tried to say and I felt that his lips were just a few inches away from me. I felt frozen for some moment and lowered my gaze catching on my breaths instantly.

"Yes, tell me the truth Begum. Otherwise, you have to shiver out of the cold. Without cloth-"

"I was enjoying your apologies and I felt bad that you were torturing yourself by drinking," I didn't think twice after hearing the punishment.

"You are such a naughty, Begum"

He muttered and my cheeks blushed to hear his voice.

"And, how did you get those marks over your chest?"

He asked slowly and I remembered how actually I got those marks. His lips around my buds made me blush hard in no time.

"Umm, you tried to force yourself on me and that's when you bit me, hard"

I tried to say slowly as if I wasn't even saying that. I never in my dreams thought I would be discussing those things with my husband and he was making my stomach twisted just with few words.

"Hard?, How much?" He asked slowly emphasizing on hard and feathering the side of my neck and I blinked nervously.

He is taking me to the high...

"Very much, even I tried to stop. Bu... But your lips weren't leaving me"

I tried to say and then I felt his cheek brushing mine while his lips nibbled my neck slowly.

A slow moan escaped my lips and I heard him.

"Then?"

He breathed slowly that took me to the verge of losing my sense and my whole focus collected over the place where his lips were playing with me now. My neck. His mouth felt warm, wet, and pleading when I forced my lashes close.

"Then?"

He asked slowly again.

"Then, your hand slipped to the sou...South of my body and touched the region." I tried to mutter.

"What else?" He asked.

"Then your finger slipped ins...inside me"

His hold on my waist tightened and I felt his lips kissing my neck softly when he said slowly.

"I apologize for hurting you,"

He implied pressure on my neck a little with his lips, sucking slightly and a slow moan escaped.

"But, I am still not happy with what you did to me."

He said and I opened my eyes realizing what he said.

"When you were forcing yourself on me, You said that I am your Begum. That gave you the right to do that. And now, I would say I am your Begum. This gave me the right to play with my Sultan"

I felt his slight grin and he muttered.

"You are smarter than I think,"

I smiled lightly and then I felt his fingers moving slowly towards my blouse strings.

I hesitated.

"Now, the time for your punishment"

I shivered and said.

"But, I didn't agree with my mistake."

"You don't have to, I have decided to punish you"

I turned my head to look at him.

But before I could say anything I felt he pulled the strings of my blouse and it loosened.

I tried to shift but his other hand around my waist kept me in the place.

"What's the punishment?" I asked slowly with pleading eyes.

He was looking into my eyes when he said slowly.

"I want to feel what I missed yesterday and,"

"And?" I asked.

"And, you are going to do it" He muttered and my eyes just stuck on his lips when they moved to say it.

"How?" My voice hung in my throat realizing that I was dead today.

He was pretty much in a sensual mood and I could sense I was melting already.

I lowered my gaze back when I felt that he moved his hand from my waist. He placed his hand in front of me over my lap still sitting beside and I looked at it.

"Give me your hand,"

He said slowly and I obeyed. I slowly placed my palm over his stretched palm and the bangles giggled with the movement.

My stomach twisted realizing how small my hand was in front of his. His hand big, slightly wide, and tanned. His fingers rough and strong. They were long and his tanned hand had dark medium hair, pure manly and beasty.

"Hold my palm,"

I didn't understand initially and then my puzzled brain figured it out. I placed my palm below his and slightly made the grip. Although I wasn't able to hold his hand properly but touching it did the work.

"Now Begum, I have given you all the privilege to drive yourself crazy as you want."

My stomach twisted not getting it. But, definitely, it was going to be out of the world.

"I didn't get you," I said slowly still looking at his palm.

"I want to feel you and you are going to do it for me,"

I thinned my eyebrows slightly and said it once, twice, thrice until I realized.

I - Want - to - feel - you.

I gulped nervously and he said.

"You can stop any moment you want," He said and I took a breath of relief still gulping nervously.

I nodded slightly and tightened the grip below his palm.

I took a few breaths of braveness as I realized what he meant.

I slowly moved his palm over my cheeks. The feeling was unexplainable. I tilted my head slightly when the rough texture of his skin brought a spark over my skin. It felt beautiful, I felt as if I was longing for it. The peace, the pace, and the burning desire between us.

I forced my lashes close when the warmness of his hand soothed my cheek and I moved his hand slowly towards my neck.

This is driving me crazy. He is driving me insane.

His fingers unknowingly tickled my skin while his hot breathe around my neck did the rest of the magic.

He wasn't showing any control on his hand when I tilted my head back slightly and brought hand raking from my neck to the chest.

I was so lost in that touch that I didn't realise that I took his palm over my bosom. My buds hardened with pleasing touch and his finger unknowingly brushed them over the fabric.

I tightened my grip on his wrist as I derived his touch towards my waist.

His fingers feathered and tickled me altogether just when I was so lost in his embrace.

Slowly, I realised that he took charge on his hand back and his index fingers traced a line slowly on my waist that sent a shiver down my spine.

I opened my eyes and tightened my grip on his strong head.

His hand slowly moved towards the inside of my blouse and cupped my chest slightly.

I felt out of breathing.

His hand was big enough to crush me and I could go insane in no time.

"Sultan,"

I shivered suddenly hearing a loud voice of an attendee and tried to move.

But, he kept me in the place.

The attendee wasn't visible to me as he might be calling from the other side of the door.

"Yeah," He said loudly making audible to him.

I came back to all my senses in no time.

"Sultan, All preparations are done for your departure. You can have a look,"

He said loudly and I could only hear the faded version of his voice.

"Okay, I am coming!"

Sultan replied and I blinked shyly sucking on my lower lip.

I lowered my gaze out of shame realising what was happening a few time ago.

I felt him moving his hand and I didn't dare to look at him.

He kissed my cheek softly when he said.

"I just love your blush,"

I died out of redness when his words reached my ear and he continued.

"I have to go, you should take a rest. We will be leaving early morning,"

He said slowly and moved from the bed. I felt him walking away from me and then getting out of the chamber.

I took the deepest breath and lied on the bed alone.

What the hell was it?

I felt as if he took me somewhere else. I could still feel his touch on my skin. I could still smell him near me. His aura flew thousands of butterflies in my stomach.

I pushed my face in the bed still not believing that my husband made me crazy even without doing anything.

I was falling for him. I was falling for his touch and he made me forgot everything. I was so angry with him but nothing left in me now.

I tried to calm my breath and dancing nerves.

I remembered that he told me that we have to leave tomorrow morning.

I needed to sleep then.

I forced my lashes close and didn't know when I drifted into sleep.

I woke up when I felt a slight movement over the bed.

I slept in alerted sleep as I had to wake up early. I opened my eyes to know that it was early morning.

I realized that I was sleeping in his embrace keeping my head over his bicep.

I lifted my face to look at the Sultan's sleeping face. His hair messed up and I smiled looking at him.

I moved only to get ready.

I went to the hammam and got ready choosing a peacock blue attire.

After getting ready I asked Nagma to go through everything once again. She packed all my things when Sultan asked her to do that.

There was chaos in the palace because everyone knew that we had to leave.

Suddenly an attendee caught my attention.

"Begum, Sultan has asked for you at the entrance."

"Are we leaving?" I asked.

"Ji Begum,"

He agreed and I didn't know I felt knots in my stomach.

I walked with Nagma towards the entrance.

My sight fell on Zeenat Begum holding her baby when I reached the entrance. She smiled looking at me. She was wearing maroon attire and her face was glowing up.

I didn't see Sultan anywhere and understanding that he must be busy with things, I turned my gaze back to Zeenat Begum.

"We should leave now. The empire is not very far, we will reach by evening"

She said and I could see the happiness in her voice.

I nodded and we both seated in our palanquins.

The convoy was huge and I could see that they were having elephants and camels standing far too having so many things loaded over them.

The trumpets blew and my nervousness was reaching its peak.

The whole passed in traveling and time didn't work at all. The more we were close, the more I was feeling nervous and excited.

I was going to meet the extended family of Sultan and it was somehow growing different kinds of knots in my stomach.

We reached there and I parted the curtains to see a little.

The Empire was huge slightly similar to Sultans. The path was rocky and slightly slant too. We were climbing and then the trumpets blew again only to confirm our presence.

I waited until an attendee asked me to come out.

I slowly stepped down the palanquin covering my face with the veil. I realized that Zeenat Begum was coming towards me as I could see through the thin material of my dupatta.

"Choti Begum, This is my home. And you better understand it yours too,"

She said and smiled.

"Come," She said and I started to walk after her.

It was an extremely new place and then I heard Sultan's voice from a far saying something to someone.

I shivered slightly.

We stopped at the entrance as they were so many people welcoming us at the entrance.

"Assalamualaikum"

They said to each and everyone while I just waited for them to bring their attention.

"Ammi, Meet her. She is Gulaab. Rafiq's wife"

I heard Zeenat Begum and listening the word Ammi, I realized that she was Zeenat begum's mother.

I bent to touch her feet but she brought me into a warm hug.

"Mashallah, May God shower you with lots of love and blessings."

I felt really good hearing that and there were so many whom Zeenat Begum was meeting. She introduced me to her cousins, Aunts, relatives, and many more.

Honestly, I didn't remember much and it was tiring. They were excited to see her baby and then finally they asked us to take guest chambers.

I was allotted mine where I took a breath of relaxation. I had dinner and was lying on the bed relaxing after a hectic and working day.

Suddenly, Nagma came running to me and said.

"Begum, Get up. There is a Mehfil of Man and women going on. You have to attend it,"

"Mehfil?" I asked.

"Yes, yes, yes... get up. Everyone is there. Sultan, Ibrahim, Zeenat their close relatives. It's awesome. You should go" She said with excitement and hearing that Sultan was there. I slightly felt good.

I placed my veil over the head and walked with her.

She took me to a medium hall in that heading night.

The hall was filled with great brightness while there were mattresses placed on the floor. My sight fell on the ladies sitting and then on Zeenat Begum who was laughing lightly. She turned and her sight fell on me.

"Ahh, Now our begum has arrived. Now Sultan definitely has to say something." She giggled and I heard more giggles.

I saw there was a partition between man and woman. They were sitting on the other side and it had a thin, Slightly transparent curtain between us.

I sat with Zeenat Begum when I heard.

"Bhaijaan, Say something." It was Ibrahim's voice insisting Sultan to say something.

The hall was filled with so many people and then I heard the most breathtaking voice that made me blush madly.

"Saanso ko moti banake usne dhaage me kuch is kadar piro diya,"

"Mashallah, Bhot khoob"

"Very Nice," I heard a few applause and my heart beat raced.

"Saanso ko moti banake usne dhaange me kuch is kadar piro diya,

Toote dil me jese dhankan daal di gayi ho...

Bhare samadar safina doob to hamari bhi rahi thi,

Lekin usne sukhaya samadar kuch is qadar jese hamari maut taal di gayi ho"

My heartbeats stopped. Was it for me?

"Zehnaseeb, Bhot khoob bhaijaan,"

"Mashallah, Kamal kar diya Sultan ne... bhot khoob"

Everyone applauded and I felt excitement running into my nerves but my jaw dropped to the floor when I heard Ibrahim's voice from the other side of the curtains.

"Gulaab Bhabhijaan, Now you show something,"