The Cursed Reality

Gulaab POV

My state was like a moth ready to be burned anytime.

The fire was in its dangerous, demanding and pleasing mode. Ready to burn me to the ashes anytime. His more than warm body becoming slightly sweaty when his hands reached my bosom and I just tried to not escape through my mouth the kind of sensations I felt.

I didn't felt it before even with the fact that he did it before. It was like his consciousness was more killing and dominating. His eyes having more fire and ways behind. His touch on my skin felt rough not only making my skin alarmed sensually but creating a foreign sensations in my lower abdomen.

His eyes deep, more refreshed and focused as if he had sought the biggest problem. Before this day, I could see tense lines on his forehead every time even if he tried hard to hide them from all. But, may be I was becoming a real wife for him. Who was now able to understand what her husband was going through. And that's what I able to understand now.

His actions slightly rough but enough to bring all the desires of mine to a conscious state that were sleeping hard. When his fingers pinched my dark skin, I felt as if a trail of sensation ran through my body. And why wouldn't I feel that. His body was large enough to keep me on verge of foreign sensations. His body was something pretty much attractive to me from beginning. But now, when I was feeling his rough hands against my sensitive skin, I couldn't stop myself from moaning.

It was becoming unbearable to me now. Honestly, I couldn't take it. The sensations were strong enough to shiver me with each touch. The roughness was sparkling enough to stop my brain processing.

And to intensify the steaminess between us and to drive me crazy he pushed his lips against my buds. My mouth hung open slightly when the warm wetness touched my hardened skin. His tongue magical enough to bring goosebumps over my chest when it accidently hit my skin.

"Sultan..."

My reaction felt like begging. Honestly, I could beg for this anytime and anywhere. He looked at me slightly and I broke our gaze out of timidness. His lips around my buds were enough to make me red out of blush.

I have never thought of it. I fisted the bedsheet when I felt his teeth slightly and a loud moan escaped my mouth.

My heartbeat racing madly, my heart throbbing loudly and my lower abdomen shivering continuously. He pressed his hand against my bosom and I felt like crushed. I pressed my thigh together as I felt slight wetness down there.

His midriff was against mine and I could feel his hardness against my lower body. My arched my body and he pressed his lips sucking my chest hard, rough and madly.

He unknowingly forced his body over me more and I stop.

"Sultan... Stop!"

I forced my lashes close as his lips filling me with newly sensations and then he took his lips away looking at me.

I opened my eyes catching the breath and looked at his questioning eyes.

I didn't know what to say but the most Bothering thing was obviously his strong body. He could easily lift me up in his arms and the thought of him doing this to me against the wall broke all the levels of blush. And I managed to say.

"You are strong"

He chuckled and confidently said.

"I am"

I didn't know why I sounded so stupid this moment.

He again leaned himself closer to me and I forget everything for sometime until a knock on the door was made.

I shivered.

There was an attendee asking for him.

He asked her to go and placed his lips over mine.

With the care and wetness of his lips, he parted my lips and made my heartbeat stop for some moments. I could feel as if he knew how to control me. As if he was aware what could make me crazy and wild.

Suddenly, he muttered something that made my world turned upside down.

"I love you... Begum,"

His voice serious, careful as if he was meaning it.

I couldn't believe it.

I started blinking nervously and thinned my eyebrows.

He sat beside brushing my cheeks slightly.

Staring at him blankly I still couldn't believe he committed. He accepted. He said that he loved me.

His fingers softly pushed aside a few strands of my hair that touched my face when the cold breeze hit them. I shivered as my half naked body felt the coldness of air and I slowly brought my hands over my chest covering them.

He smiled sucking his lower lip and came closer to kiss my forehead.

"Get ready!"

He muttered and moved away from the bed.

I was still lying frozen couldn't believing. He loved me? As in loves me like a husband, like a lover.

I shivered with the thought and felt my cheeks hot.

Was I dreaming?

Was it really happening?

I looked around to realise it was real only.

I pressed my heart against my chest only to calm my racing heart beats. That means we were together like husband and wife, like lovers, like there was something more between us than a conspired wedding.

Slowly, I tried to sit. My cheeks still red. I realised whatever happened was just a part of what could happen between us in future. He was serious about us. That means he would...

Forcing my lashes clothes I tried to calm down. My heart beats was loud enough to be audible to me. Suddenly, I realised about my half naked state.

Standing up quickly from the bed, I moved to the dressing table. Covering myself from the dupatta.

Lifting my gaze to the mirror I noticed my messed up hair, blushed cheeks and neck. Slowly I dared to bring the fabric aside only to see my chest in the mirror. It had very light red marks of fingers and two dark marks of bites. It raced my steady heartbeats in a different way.

My mind just stuck to what he said. All the while I was somehow waiting for that moment but when he easily said it I felt shocked and couldn't believe it.

I covered my chest and cleared my mind only to get ready. I could think about it after. It was Ibrahim's wedding today and he asked me to get ready.

I quickly went to the adjoined Hammam to the chamber and took a long and peaceful bath.

Often, the thought was hitting my mind. It was like I was smiling foolishly remembering it again and again. It means I was important to him, right?

Clearing my thoughts again, I completed taking the bath and got ready in a yellow attire. It was slightly heavy to tie the skirt around my waist. I tied the only possible string of blouse that I could. I placed the veil on my head and came out of Hammam.

My sight fell on Nagma who was looking at me.

"Begum, you still not ready?"

She asked me showing her big doe eyes and I shook my head.

I moved to the mirror and put my veil aside.

"Nagma,"

I called her and she came to me.

"Ji begum sahiba"

"Tie all of these" I asked her indicating towards my blouse strings.

She did as I said while I was got busy in wearing the jewelry.

"Begum, Zeenat Begum said that you have wear complete jewelry and the heavy one."

She told me and I nodded.

I wore the bangles, armlets, rings, neckpiece, my nuptial chain, headpiece, earrings, nosering, waist chain and then finally my toe rings and anklets.

I could feel as I gained a lot of weight only by wearing them.

Then I asked Nagma to loosely braid my hair as I couldn't manage my long hair open with these heavy jewelry not even the bun.

I finished my look by placing the veil over my head.

Wait, I forgot something.

I checked myself out from tip to toe still couldn't figure out.

Then I noticed my forehead. I forgot to fill Vermillion.

I filled the red vermillion in the partition of my hairs and then placed my duppata back on my head.

I was all set to take part in the wedding.

"Begum sahiba, you are looking really beautiful and happy today."

Nagma complimented and then she guided me to the way for wedding venue.

The whole Palace was decorated like a bride and I amazed to see it. The slight sunlight falling on marble was looking astonishing.

I couldn't clearly see through the veil but able to recognize everyone.

Nagma guided me to the huge Hall which was completely decorated and looking beautiful.

Entering it my sight fell on people present there and sitting just like the mehfil day. There was partition between men and women.

Everyone was present there and I chose to sat with Zeenat begum. She looked at me and I greeted her.

"Subhanallah, you are looking really beautiful today"

I smiled and then we all waited for the bride and groom. The Rituals started when they both arrived.

Looking at the wedding, I remembered ours. That moment I hardly realized what I agreed. I expected a jail for me but Sultan wasn't like what I thought. He respects woman moreover he didn't try to hurt me unnecessarily.

After the agreement of both Bride and Groom the wedding announced completed the Kazi declared them husband and wife.

Everyone applauded and a few voices heard.

"Subahnallah,"

"Amen"

The curtain between the men and women then opened.

A few attendees brought a huge and wide container of water. They brought that between the Bride and groom.

Then both were asked to see each other through the reflection of it.

There was a continuous wide smile on my face and I would surely making memories.

The ceremony announced finished and we all retired for our rooms only to rest before the lunch with everyone.

I came back to my chamber and the first thing I did was pulled my veil up.

Just then I entered my chamber, my sight on Sultan lying on the bed busy with some papers.

He was into those papers that he didn't notice me. My sight fell on his bare feet looking attractive.

Suddenly he lifted his gaze to me and I smiled.

"You here, done with your work?"

He smiled back and said.

"Left with a little"

Looking at me he patted the side beside him on the bed signalling me to sit.

I walked to him and slowly sit beside him.

His focus was on the papers and he muttered.

"Looking really beautiful today"

I smiled and said.

"You are also looking so good in this white kurta"

He indeed was looking so hot and attractive in that white kurta. I have always seen him in dark colors like black, brown, dark grey but this flawness white was doing different kind of magic on him.

"Thank you"

He said and I diverted my gaze to the document he was holding. It was written is his language and I asked slowly.

"What is this?"

"This?" He asked showing the paper.

I nodded and he said.

"This is the list for gifts we are giving to Ibrahim on his wedding. I am just checking if we are not missing anything."

"What are we giving to him?"

I asked.

"Us, we are gifting him 10,000 soldiers, 5000 horses, 3000 camels, 1000 elephants, 1500 buffaloes and chickens, one chariot made of gold, 500 kg of gold jewelry, 200 set of other ornaments, 400 set of clothes for bride and a some sweets."

I was slightly shocked.

"Wow!!!"

"Do you want to add anything?"

He asked softly and I shook my head slowly.

"I don't know about all these"

He chuckled and muttered.

"Yeah, you are still a baby"

I smiled and said.

"Really, a baby?"

He nodded and pulled me closer making my back rest against his chest.

I giggled lightly and he placed his neck over my shoulder. He snaked my waist with both his hand and showed me the list in front.

"I don't understand this language."

I said.

"Then how learnt poetry?"

He asked.

"Ibrahim taught me many of the words and their meaning in day to day life. I just fixed them in a sentence according to the emotion and said."

"Impressive. You are really a fast and quick learner"

He appraised and I smiled.

"By the way how many soldier you have in total?"

I asked.

"Umm, there are around 4 Lakh soldiers currently living in the palace and other 16 lakh stays in their own home."

"Wow, great..." I said trying to hide the pretty much shock I felt.

"They are so many. I mean there must no enemy of yours. Right?"

He shook his head and said.

"There are enemies and the most powerful is a empire a little far but not so with the name of Hamid dynasty. All they are waiting is for a moment to attack us."

He said and I asked.

"Really, do you feel afraid whenever you go to fight?"

He nodded his head and said.

"I don't feel afraid because I know war is just about either killing or getting killed. But the loss we face with other death is now horrible to me. When I lost Haider bhaijaan in the war. It was something unbearable to me. He was like a father figure to me after my father's death."

I understood his concern and nodded.

"I am afraid of wars too."

"Begum, can I ask you something?"

He said and I nodded.

"Jii"

"You remember when I was in your empire before our wedding and there was a prince who kidnapped your brother's wife. I got to knew that you stopped your brother to save her. Was it just over possessiveness to your brother or fear of war or something else?"

My face turned shock as I didn't expect that question coming. I didn't know if I was still ready to answer it or not. I didn't know if he still wanted to kill my brother or not.

But he said that he loved me. I could trust him. Right?

"Sultan, only a few one in our empire is aware of the fact that when my brother was born a very famed fortune-teller told that,... That my brother is cursed with short life. He might die in a war when he will be around 25. I can bear anything but not my brother's death. It is something unbearable to me. I can't even imagine it."

Suddenly remembering all this my heart started throbbing and panting. My hands started shivering and the tears stated rolling down.

"I will kill myself before anything." I said remembering everything.