7 ~ Begum Begging to Sultan

Sultan POV

I entered my chamber after opening the huge red door and the first thing I noticed was that It had a different kind of fragrance and lights. The whole chamber was lighting a bit more. There were enormous light lamps that were upbringing the beauty of the chamber and then my sight noticed the decoration.

The whole chamber was decorated with flowers of sunflowers, mogra, tulip, and whatnot. There was a huge pot of water in front on which flower petals were placed and light lamps were swimming on the surface. Both the chandeliers were lighting so beautifully and the whole chamber had a different kind of brightness.

Moving forward my sight fell on the bed, it was covered with curtains and I pulled the ropes to part the curtains aside. My sight fell on the decorated bed. It has lots of flower petals and it had so mesmerizing smell.

But, the person I might be seeing by now wasn't there. I looked here and there and then my sight fell on the door opening and she entered. She came from the Hammam and stepped inside the room. Her veil was settled on her head and my sight just noticed her heavy attire. She was keeping her long skirt a little up and I could feel how heavy her attire was.

She lifted her gaze to realize that she wasn't alone in the chamber.

"You here?" She asked.

I lied on the bed directly and replied.

"This is my chamber"

"No..." She said.

"Yes!" I replied.

"I am not sleeping with you... you tried to kill me in the morning." She said walking closer to the bed.

"Who said, I am letting you sleep. It's our wedding night... Begum" I said purposely staring at her from up to down.

She lowered her gaze and take a few steps back.

Suddenly I heard the knock on the entrance and I said.

"Come in"

There was Nagma holding a plate with two glasses. I didn't know why but her gaze was fixed on the right glass and she was muttering something. She looked scared a little and I noticed her cheeks red.

"Sultan!, Badi Begum has sent Badam Milk for both of you"

She was looking nervous and I didn't know why I felt it quite awkward.

I stood up, walked to her, and was about to grab the glass.

"Umm, Sultan, Right one is for you"

I knitted my eyebrows with such partiality with glasses. I took the left one and drunk it in one go.

Her eyes almost came out of the socket and I ordered.

"Give this one to her."

She looked at me with a shocked and nervous face. I raised my eyebrows asking what was her concern. She shook her head and moved extremely slowly towards her.

I looked at her taking the glass and drinking it.

"Thank you Nagma... I was feeling a little hungry"

She nodded and quickly got out of the chamber shutting the doors behind. I didn't know why she behaved so awkwardly. I really hoped that Zeenat didn't try to do anything stupid this time.

I looked at my new Begum and she seemed fine. Lying back on the bed removing my heavy-leathered shoes and a few rings I asked.

"How you came to my Hammam?"

I diverted my gaze and she seemed a little blank, her eyebrows knitted and she looked around noticing everything.

"Is here fire around?" She asked without looking at me.

"Does it seems around?" I asked.

"Why am I feeling hot?" She asked touching her bangles nervously.

"What?" I asked.

"Ohh, God! It's getting so hot" She said and removed her bangles and they all fell on the ground.

I stood up not understanding what was happening with her.

The king has given me a defective piece.

"Is there any defect in you?"

She didn't bother me and started blabbering while running from here and there.

"Why it's getting hot?" She said again and started removing her waistband.

I didn't know what to do. What was happening to her?

After throwing her waistband on the floor, she looked at me and walked to me quickly.

"Umm... who are you?... ehhh... Sultan! I want water" She said holding my hand.

I could feel the sweat on her palm as she touched my palm. I moved my sight to the table and filled water in the glass from the metallic jar. I handed over the glass and she drunk it in just a few moments.

Her breathing was fast and she sat on the edge of the bed. She started removing her armlets, rings, Anklets and I literally had no idea what was she up to. She was racing my heartbeats somehow. It wasn't possible that she was doing it knowingly as she didn't seem like one who would do that on her wedding night.

She looked at me and I could see water in the corner of her eyes.

"Hey, what's happening?" I asked with concern walking towards her.

"I am feeling hot. I want to remove all this." She said in a breathe and stood up from the bed.

And then she did something that made me lower my gaze instantly. I didn't know what I feel but I never felt and saw something like this.

She held the edge of her Duppata and took it off. It fell to the ground. She literally wasn't in her proper consciousness as she took all her jewelry off and left them here and there. She stood in a blouse and skirt only. She was throwing her hands and trying to blow air on them.

I walked to her as the situation tensed me too now. She definitely had some problems. She turned and starting walking from here and there. Just when she turned I noticed that she had really long and thick hair which was tied in a long braid. Her Blouse had strings and then my sight fell on the black thick mole she had on her back. For a moment, I got awestruck and then quickly came to my senses.

"Umm, Begum... Are you okay?" I asked.

She looked at me and then walked towards me quickly.

"Sultan" She held my hand and then looked at me with watery eyes.

Her eyes were big and lashes long. She had dark pink lips and she was beautiful. I saw in her eyes and then suddenly she kept my palm on her cheek and closed her eyes. I felt her heartbeats getting slow. She came closer and a tear fell from her eyes. She falls her head a little back and moved my palm from her cheeks to the neck.

She moaned slowly and it just raced my heartbeats to the extreme.

What the hell is happening. How can she do that?"

She came closer and moved my palm from her neck towards her small waist. I felt her skin, I lowered my gaze. She just controlled me and I felt helpless. She came closer and snaked his arms around me hugging me.

Her waist was small as I could feel that her height too. Her head rested on my chest as she said.

"Sultan! Touch me naa. I felt nice." She muttered and I instantly jerked her away.

She looked at me and then hurriedly walked towards me.

I took a few steps back and fell on the bed as my feet slipped on her Dupatta which she left on the Ground.

She instantly walked towards me and climbed the bed. She came closer and hovered me. I didn't know why I felt angry all of sudden.

"Please Sultan! I am feeling hot. I am your wife naa" She said and hugged me again. I pushed her away and tried to stand up from the bed.

But before I could, I felt her holding my hand and pulling me to her. I almost fell over her and she snaked her arms around my neck.

I looked at her watery eyes as she said.

"Please sultan! I dont know why I am doing this" A tear fell again from her eyes and she requested. "I am feeling extremely hot. Your touch made me feel good. Please touch me here and there." She cried muttering. "Please!"

"Hey," I said, washing her tears, I didn't know why I did that but I guessed that something was wrong with her.

"I can't do this. I am committed to someone" I said as I could feel she was high on her desires.

I stood up from the bed and she straightens up looking at me. Her forehead started sweating and just then my mind hit that we drunk Badam milk and she drunk the glass which Zeenat gave for me. The Right one...

I took a step back and realized that what was in the Glass. Zeenat tried to give me something to boost my sexual desires so that something could happen between us.

I instantly rubbed my forehead and realized that what she tried to do.

"Is that Zeenat Begum you love the most?" She asked.

Her body was sweating and I didn't know how to console her at that time. She might be feeling pain and irritation with the hotness of that drug.

She was not in her proper consciousness as she was saying the thing she didn't need to.

I didn't answer anything and she lowered her gaze. She lied back on the bed on her stomach and started muttering something. I didn't know what was she saying and she started crying.

I didn't know what to do. The moment was so unexpected to me. I thought I would make her feel and fetch some information out but she was scaring the hell of me.

I sat on the couch waiting for her to relax. I couldn't touch her as she wasn't in her senses and neither I wanted to. She was my enemy and I didn't want to touch or do anything with her.

Suddenly, she sat up and started walking here and there. She turned her hand backward and started scratching it. She moaned in pain and then suddenly pulled the two strings of her out of three. She started blowing air on her shoulder. Her hairs messed a little and I noticed that her hair locks were curly. Her side locks were loose and in perfect curls. They danced as she was running from here and there.

Suddenly she sat on the mat which was placed in the front of the bed and started crying.

"Nobody loves me. I want to go to my Bhai Saheb. I don't want to stay here. Please, God! Help me" She said and I could see her tears falling.

"Nobody Loves me" She cried more and then I noticed that her sight fell on the dagger which was beside me on the couch.

She stood up instantly and muttered. "I want to die. I want to die. I will kill myself" She said and was about to grab the dagger. I quickly held her hand and she tried to protest.

I stood up and I wasn't able to understand what was the problem with her. I jerked her holding her shoulders and shouted almost.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Yes, I am. No one loves me. You will kill my brother. What will I do then? I want to die?" She said.

I shook her and then she almost fell on her knees. I sat with her as I didn't know what was her problem but there was something wrong with her. She broke and came hugging me.

I didn't think twice before hugging her back. She cried and I just tightened my grip around her. She reminded me of someone and couldn't stop me from patting her head softly.

"Shh... Begum, Calm down. Everyone loves you." I said and stroked my palm lightly on her shoulder. She cried, broke up, and then calmed a little down. I patted her head softly. She was my enemy but I didn't know why I just forgot it for some time and couldn't stop myself.

She stopped crying in some time and I felt her tightly holding my Kurta.

"I am feeling hot. This kurta feels hot." She said and straightened herself. Her sight was fixed on my eyes and considering her situation. I pulled it out. Her gaze lowered and she was awestruck looking at my chest. Her cheeks turned red and she came closer again hugging me.

"Can we lie on the bed like this? It's relaxing me" She requested.