Begum is Ready

Gulaab POV

"I want to see, Please"

Those few words made me wetter than the water.

"What?"

I tried to ask but nothing came out of my mouth.

He raised his eyebrows.

I cleared my throat a little and requested.

"No,"

He smirked a little and took a few steps closer. Absentmindedly I walked backwards as his hot, naked and tanned chest was making me nervous. The nerves around his biceps was visible. His arms were finely toned and strong enough to crush me in few moments.

"Sultan,"

I breathed still walking backwards as he was approaching me like a predator not willing to give up on his prey.

My back hit the wooden wall and I realised that the place was even smaller than it looks.

He stood taller against me, closer to the inch that was possible. My gaze climbed from his steel strong chest to his eyes looking for intentions.

His intentions was clear. I could see love, respect and desires in his eyes. I blinked requesting again.

"What are you doing, I need to change"

My voice was coming as a seductive appeal. I lowered my gaze. I realised that we were absolutely alone and no one could save me now.

"So when am I denying... change your clothes"

I could see the notorious intention in his eyes.

"But if you keep standing like this in front of me... How would I change?"

He smiled.

"I am your husband... You are my wife,"

I lowered my gaze and admitted.

"I feel shy,"

"Really, okay fine... If you don't want then I won't force you"

Suddenly something hit me.

He took his steps back and I realised that I might wanted something else. Maybe I wanted to change in front of him. May be I wanted him to change my clothes. My cheeks blushed with thoughts and I tried to clear my thoughts.

But, all went in vain and he was the perfect husband.

I sucked on my lips and watched him opening the knot of my clothes bunch.

He took a long yellow coloured duppata and started tying it with the wooden wall. He found the hooks in the ceiling of hut and tied both the ends of clothes making a partition inside the hut.

I couldn't see him anymore as he finished his work.

I didn't know why but I found it romantic and caring.

"Um, can you pass my clothes?".

"Sure,"

He replied instantly handling me the clothes bunch through the loose side of partition.

"Now, you can change and have your privacy,"

I blushed when I heard him.

Smiling, I looked at the partition. We both couldn't see each other any more.

I took a breathe and turned my wet, water dripping hair back as they were creating hurdles for me.

I took out the yellow pair of plain lehanga having great volume in skirt.

I check out the partition once again in front of me and pulled the knot of my skirt band. The skirt fell to ground and I adjusted myself in the fresh pair of clothes. Bringing it up to the waist, I tied it around my navel.

Then I moved my hands to the blouse and pulled all the strings to remove it. I inserted my hands in the arms of fabric and placed it over my chest.

Suddenly a thought hit my mind.

I couldn't tie the strings. Right?

I held my breathe for a moment.

I waited for a moment.

"Hnn,"

He says from other side.

"Please help me..."

I tried to request.

"What happened?"

He asked.

"Come here na"

I waited holding my breath and trying to calm down my racing heart beats. I didn't turn to see him but felt as he walked pass the partition and stood behind me.

"What happened?"

His voice slow and seem affected with my untied blouse.

"Can you help me tying this?"

I tried to form a sentence.

I couldn't see him behind me but able to feel his presence.

"Sure,"

He muttered.

My heart beats was racing with the moment.

Slowly, I felt his fingers tickling the side of shoulder as he brought my hairs in front. I could feel the water dripping lightly from my length.

He touched the strings of my blouse while my hands try to keep it in place. I was waiting for him to tie it but he had different plans for sure.

He left one string and I felt his cold finger pad slightly touching the center of my back.

My heart beats raced and cheeks blushed. The coldness in whether made my naked back feel a shiver under his touch.

He brushed the centre of my back again and muttered slowly.

"You know, this looks beautiful"

I thinned my eyebrows a little as his touch was sending different sensation and I couldn't figure out what was he taking about.

"Hnn?"

"This mole on your back. It's... tempting"

The word turned my world upside down and I felt him leaning in closer to my nape. His warm breath near my nape made me shiver and the slow contact between his lips and my skin made me feel warmth of his mouth.

I was longing for a longer touch but he made a slight trail of wet kisses from nape to the centre of my back. I realised that he sat on his knee and still long enough for his lips to reach my back.

"Sultan,"

I breathed.

He forgot about the strings of my blouse and held the side of my waist. He placed his lips over my back and deepened the suck making me arch my back a little.

My lashes forced close as I felt him sending the shivers of pleasure through a wild kiss.

A slow moan escaped my lips as I felt his teeth a little and my head falls backward a little. My hairs slid through my shoulder and disturbed him.

Suddenly a loud and embarrassing sound heard by both us.

A loud growl escaped my stomach declaring I was hungry to another level.

He straightened himself quickly and tries to say.

"Umm, I should find something to eat"

He quickly brought my hairs aside and held the strings.

"Okay,"

This was the only thing I could say making myself embarrassed to another level.

He tied my blouse and I quickly took my dupatta and placed it over my head.

I turned to look at his blushed face. He had changed his clothes wearing a black kurta. He was looking fire. I lowered my gaze instantly.

"I should go,"

I nodded instantly.

Without wasting anymore moment be went from there and I took a long breath of relief.

I looked at my stupid stomach. How could I do so?

"Urgggghhhhhh"

I cried feeling cringe.

I sat on the dried mud floor of cottage and wasted my time in combing my hair until he came back.

He was holding a few fruits and vegetables and kept in front of me.

"Have it,"

He passed me some.

We both started eating as we both were hungry. While eating he said.

"I am going to the market and you should stay here and take care of yourself. I will be back by the evening"

I nodded and ate in silence.

He left after that I felt alone. But I had to take care of few things before he comes.

I locked the cottage coming out of it and walked to the lady.

I knocked on her door and she came outside.

"Chitra, what happened?"

"Actually, I want to know how you cook food?"

She thinned her eyebrows.

"You don't know how to cook?"

"No, I mean the stove. How you cook food?" I corrected myself and she formed a 'O' understanding me.

"Umm, I have made a stove with mud and collect woods for fire."

Stove with a mud?

"Umm, can you show me yours?"

I asked and she nodded.

She took me inside her hut and I looked at the hollowed cylinder having woods in it. She was cooking something.

"Okay,"

I smiled.

I came back to my cottage and thought to collect the thin wood pieces first. I had to cook for him in night.

I raked around and tried to collect the wood pieced and collected a lot. Honestly, it was difficult for me as I never did this much work in my whole life. Even my body started sweating a little.

After than I collected the good quality mud and brought it near the cottage. I kept it outside it as I didn't want to take dirt inside.

"You can do it, Gulaab"

I reminded myself. And I had to. I couldn't let him do all the things.

I sat on the ground and started figuring out from where to start. My hands became muddy and I felt uncomfortable a little.

Ignoring that I tried to make the stove. I made a cylinder and hollow it for thin woods and fire. It didn't like the one that Lady had but working. After a long time I finished it and kept aside to dry. Definitely I couldn't cook in it directly as it was moist.

The sun came to set and darkness started covering the sky. I was waiting for him staring at the direction from which he could probably come.

Suddenly my sight fell on him as he was coming holding a lot of stuff. He had a big pottery maker on his shoulder and my mouth hung open looking at his strength.

He walked towards and put the stuff on ground. I could see sweat beads on his forehead and he exhaled a deep breathe.

I quickly realised that he might need water. I looked around for some pot or something and opened the huge bundle. It had a few things like pot and utensils.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded and excused myself.

"I should bring some water"

"Wait, let me do"

"No, you just came from market. Sit here, I will be back in a while"

He smiled and I took the pot with me. I went to the pond and carefully filled the running water. The pot became heavy to lift. I collected all my strength and completed my mission.

"Sultan, you should freshen up. I will cook something for you"

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and handed over him a glass of water.

He had brought a glass, plate and a few utensils along with some spices and raw vegetables.

"Begum, I didn't have enough money to buy more"

He said with a apologetic look.

"This is more than enough Sultan"

He nodded and made his way towards the waterfall.

I took the stuff inside the cottage and placed it carefully near the mud stove just like that Lady did.

"Perfect"

I placed the woods inside the stove and tried to fire it. I hit the stones to each other but couldn't fire them. I kept trying until Sultan came back inside the cottage and noticed me.

"You made this?"

He smiled.

"Yes,"

"Great, as I said you are a fast learner"

I smiled hearing my appraises.

"Let me do it,"

He said snatching the stones from my hand and sat beside me. My eyes noticed his slightly wet hairs and clean face.

I shivered when he suddenly hit the stones together and lowered my gaze to the stove. He ignited the fire and looked at me.

"Thank you,"

He nodded and said.

"I should ignite the lamp too. It will be darkness around soon."

I nodded and busied myself in cooking the food.

I put the pot on the stove and added a little of oil and roughly chopped vegetables. We didn't have everything to do it perfectly but I was trying my best. I added spices and covered it waiting for it to boil. In some time the aroma of food spread in the cottage and I looked around.

sultan wasn't there and I walked outside to see him working on the fittings of the pottery maker. He placed it under the tree which was in left of my our cottage, near to us.

"Sultan, come in... Have some food"

I called him slowly and he looked at me. His hair turned messed up slightly falling in his eyes.

"Sure,"

He came inside and washed his hand. Sitting beside me he said.

"Begum, I think you should re-think about your decision of staying with me here. Looking at your working like this is making me upset. I don't want you to spend your whole like this just because of a decision of mine."

I served him food and looked into his pleading eyes.

"Sultan, maybe for the first time in my whole life I am happy with a decision I took. I am really happy with you here. May be you aren't able to see it."

"I am noticing but how long would you do all this. You are a Princess and you deserve a better life."

He requested.

"All I want is your support and love to be strong enough to take whatever life is giving me,"

He smiled.

"Start eating,"

"You have first then I will eat"

"No, have with me"

He insisted and I joined him with his plate.

He had the first bite and smiled.

"Delicious,"

I took one and realised that it was extremely spicy.

Tears collected in my eyes because of excessive chillies.

"Sultan, it's too much spicy."

"No, it's perfect"

He smiled and fed me the plain food with hand.

I felt better and we both finished eating in sometime.

I served him water after dinner and he washed his hands outside the cottage.

"Begum, you should take rest. I need to make some pots to sell tomorrow"

I nodded.

He went outside the cottage and I engaged myself in cleaning the stove and surroundings. I had to think for sleep.

After cleaning, I placed the dry grasses in a side of cottage to feel soft. I placed one of my duppatta on it like a bedsheet and put the blanket.

I smiled.

I couldn't let him sleep on the hard ground.

After finishing, I came outside the cottage to look at Sultan. The darkness took over the sky and moon was visible. He was working under the moonlight. The whether became chilly again compared to the warm one in the afternoon.

I walked slowly to him and noticed him deep into his work. He made a few pots and kept them aside to dry. He had rolled up his sleeves up to elbows and his hands were dirty in mud.

"Sultan,"

I called softly.

He lifted his gaze to me and ask.

"You haven't slept yet?"

I shook my head and sat beside him.

I didn't know but I could watch him silently my whole life. We were alone and far away from Empire. Like the Normal people. No worries, burdens and tensions. No one watching us and I could literally spend my life with him like that.

Suddenly, I noticed that there was little mud on his cheek.

I forwarded my hand to clean it and he diverted his gaze from pottery maker to me.

"What happened?"

I shook my head and brought my hands back. I didn't know why I was feeling nervous with him alone that too in the night.

I cleared my wild thoughts and noticed how perfectly he was carving the pots as if he was doing it for long.

"When did you learn this?"

I asked.

"I was Sultan, I had to know about everything,"

"Perks of being a Sultan,"

He laughed on my comment.

"Sultan, would you mind if I try?"

"No,"

He shifted a little back and I instantly stood up to sit between the pottery maker and him.

It was running in a high speed and there was almost finished pot in making over it.

"You should make your hands wet before touching it"

I nodded and dipped my hands in the water pot.

"Take some mud and rub it in your hands"

He was commanding me from behind and suddenly I felt him coming closer and his chest touching my back.

I felt his hand touching mine while he took them closer to the pot. I slowly touched the round running pot on the maker and felt his chin over my shoulder.

"Now, you should focus on carving the shape you have in your mind,"

His voice slow and mesmerizing. I didn't have any shape in mind and whatever I had in mind he made me forgot that with his touch and hot voice.

My hands turned dirty and I felt his coming ever more closer to me.

When he was busy holding my hand close to the pot, I turned my head to look at his face over my shoulder.

"Sultan,"

I breathed.

He diverted his gaze from pot to me and our eyes met. Under the moonlight his eyes were looking even more beautiful. His lips igniting the fire in me.

Our lips were only a few inches away and he travelled that distance leaning in closer.

I forced my lashes close when I felt his soft lips over mine.

He applied a little pressure to suck my lips but my head titled sidewards with the effect not giving him the desired and deep touch. He leaned in closer to suck my lips.

Once, twice, thrice he sucked and I felt out of breathe.

My heart beats were racing as whatever happening was in the middle of a open ground, under a tree and moonlight.

I moved my lips a little away and looked into his eyes. He looked completely offended with my move and next thing I felt was something that made my stomach twist out of sensations and shivers.

He brought his hand and cupped my neck a little tight. I couldn't move my face and felt his lips sucking mine deep. I could taste him and when he applied a little pressure on my neck. My lips parted to escape a slow moan. He took my lower lips between his lips and sucked it harsher.

I couldn't process anything and forgot everything precisely. I could feel shiver and sensation in my lower abdomen in every coming moment.

And to raise it he made his next move. I felt his other hand on my feet.

"Sultan,"

I breathed.

He diverted his lips from my lips to cheeks and I shut my eyes closed when I felt his hand touching my legs under the skirt.

I couldn't move as his other hand was still holding me close to him.

He guided his way from legs to my inner thighs making me dirty with mud all the way.

My hand followed his under the skirt and held his wrist tightly begging him not go further like this.

"Ah... Sultan"

I moaned and he loosened his hold on my neck.

Opening my eyes I looked at his face. He turned red and impatient. My chest was doing up and down with the effect and I tried to move a little away from him.

I didn't know what just happened. I closed my eyes and still felt his touch everywhere as if he carved his name on my heart and body in bold letters.

SULTAN RAFIQ SULAIMAN

"I should take bath, I got dirty"

My voice came slow and I quickly stood up to run from there.

I walked to the waterfall and without wasting any moment stood under the running water. The water felt cold but still my body was burning with his touch. I closed my eyes and let the water from every inch of me. It did clean the dirt but couldn't even affect the effect he made on me.

I shivered slightly under the cold water and noticed his arrival in the pond.

Opening my eyes I looked at him pulling his kurta off her well carved body.

His eyes darted over mine talking a lot of things. He came closer and stood beside me not saying anything. I didn't know what all that means.

I couldn't take my eyes from him when the water fall through his body. He rubbed his hands clean and ran his fingers through his hairs.

"You must catch cold"

I shivered suddenly.

I nodded and came out of pond. I turned to look at him as he was still standing under the waterfall.

There was some kind of force between us that was pulling me to him. I came back to cottage.

My heart was still beating fast.

He pushed the door open and entered inside.

He looked at me and said.

"You should sleep now,"

He took the dupatta and moved to tie it to the hooks of ceiling. He was making the partition again.

"I don't need it,"

I declared.

"What?"

He asked slowly.

I walked slowly to him.

He stopped and lifted his gaze to look at me.

I stood closer to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pushing my face in his cold yet warm chest.

"I want... Want that you"

I tightened the hug and he asked.

"What do you want?"

I didn't exactly know what I want. I realised the hug and lowered my gaze.

"Nothing, you should sleep"

I said and walked a little away.

Suddenly he held my wrist and pulled me closer.

"Think again, if I sleep then you can only stare me,"

I looked into his eyes.

"And if I say don't sleep then,"

He leaned in closer to my ear and muttered slowly.

"Then I won't let you sleep whole night,"

My cheeks blushed and he said.

"The decision is all yours,"

I blushed even more.

I looked around for a moment and said what my heart was longing for.

"I am not sleepy yet,"

"Really?"

He walked closer to me.

He stood against me and my eyes were darted on his chest.

He forwarded his hand slowly to slip the duppatta from my shoulder. I felt exposed like that in wet clothes.

He held my hands softly and took out the few bangles I was wearing.

My heart beats were racing wildly and I accepted.

"I am feeling nervous"

He raked his hands slowly behind my hand and entangled his fingers in the strings of my blouse.

I lifted my gaze to him when he muttered.

"I don't think so,"

He pulled the strings and my blouse loosened.

Lowering my gaze, I tried to hide myself in his embrace moving closer.

I could feel the warm of his half naked body and that lighting lamp. His body was glowing under the dim yellow light.

"Are you sure? You want... To d-"

"Yes,"

I interrupted.