Yaksha's POV

"Tell me is that what you want? Is that what you dream of? To have me inside you? In every way possible?" He held my face in his one palm like I was about to escape and he won't let me.

What he said was supposed to anger me. I was supposed to jerk my hands from his hold and tell him this isn't how he should talk to me. If this was any other man maybe I would've done it by now.

Any other man.

But he wasn't. He was the man I was crushing so hard on. He was the man with the most beautiful, handsome face with dangerous dimples. He was my freaking husband. 

And for some weird psychotic reason his words only turned me on. Even the tone was turning me on. I really wish I could seek some mental health help because I am going crazier than the previous day continuously.

His hand was still clenched around my face and his brown silver eyes were burning into mine, demanding answers. What answers were I suppose to give. Do I even have answers for his questions?

"Why don't you try talking now begum?" His hand now loosened his grip and caressed my bottom lip with his thumb. My breathing increased as he continued to graze my lips.

But then I suddenly remembered the incident that took place earlier. The desire in my mind was replaced by rage. As his grip lost it's hold I jerk his hands away from mine, while pushing him away with my palms.

"Don't you even think I have forgotten about earlier. Your sweet talks won't lure me this time." My voice laced with disappointment.

"I agree I have made a mistake. Bu-"

"Do you suspect me? Do you think me, the Ratangarh is still your enemy? Is that why you wouldn't talk in front of me?"

I lowered my gaze afraid of what he might say next. What if his answer is yes.

"Begum!" His voice was so loud that it echoed through the chamber making me flinch at it.

He came closer again and lifted my chin with his thumb and index fingers,making me look at him. He looked angry. Not as much as he was this morning but still very angry.

"What action of mine have made you think like this? That you are only a responsibility? That I am doing this all for an heir? If that was my only intention you would've been pregnant by now."

My eyes grew bigger and my cheeks reddened in embarrassment. This man literally doesn't have any filter.

"Aur rahi baat aapko shak karna ka,ager itna hi shak karte aapko toh aap yaha humari sath,humare kamre mein nehi hote.Aapko shak karne ka matlab hoga khudko shak karna. Aur hum khud par nehi shak karte begum."

( And for the suspect part, if I had suspected you, you wouldn't have been in here with me,in my chamber. Suspecting you would mean suspecting my own self. And I don't distrust myself, begum.)

My breath hitched at his words. Was I supposed to stay angry at him? Was I?

Yes definitely. He was a born sweet talker. He is doing what he is best at.

Suddenly my feet were in the air as my mouth left a surprise gasp.He just lifted me. Again. For the second time or maybe third. I immediately clung onto his neck for my dear life. 

My anklets made slight noises as a reason of my feet swaying in the air he started walking lifting me in bridal style like I weigh absolutely nothing. 

"Kya kar rahe hain aap ye? Utariye humein! Sultan!" I wiggled in his arms as he continued to ignore me. 
( What are you doing? Put me down! Sultan!)

"Stop wiggling unless you want me to drop you just like this."

I froze immediately and said nothing further. What was he doing! My body shivered in the realization that he hand was touching my back and my a little below my hips. My fingers clutched his kurta more tightly in shyness. 

As if realizing my shyness his face had this mischievous smile. God I hate this man.

No. I don't. 

Suddenly he sat down with me in his lap. My legs dangled by his side. I looked around to see that we were in the couch, the food from earlier still in the table, untouched. My stomach made this angry noise because I kept it away from food.

Relax little pouch don't be so greedy all the time.

"Would you kindly tell me what are we doing?" I looked at him in confusion but still in anger.

"What else? We are having the breakfast we were supposed to have!"

"Hum nehi khaane wale." I pouted and turned away to look the other side.
( I am not going to eat.)

"Theek hain toh maat khaiye. Hum toh khub maze se khane wale hain."
( Alright then don't eat. I am going to eat with so much fun.)

What! He won't even pester me? He is the reason I am still hungry!

"Then let me get off your lap." I wiggled again.

But his arms clasped against my waist holding me tight against his legs. 

"You...are going to stay put right here and watch me eat."

"Wha-"

I started but my words went down my throat again he started to eat while his other hand still tightly held my waist. 

I don't know if I am horny or hungry. Maybe I am both.

The way his fingers are touching the bare skin of my waist between my skirt and blouse had me almost squirming in his lap. It sent shivers down my spine every two seconds. I bite my bottom lips to hold down myself from moving too much since moving will make things worse.

While my stomach continued to scream 'I am freaking hungry'. I gulped my saliva watching him eat like that. He made that plain roti and curry look like some extraordinary food.

Jerk.

As if in realization he looked at me, "Do you want a bite begum?"

Without noticing my head moved on its own in a nod.

Hungry woman! Can't you even control yourself a bit!

"Really? I thought you don't want to eat?"

"I-that-umm-I-"

"Kitni nakhre karti haina aap? Bacchi hi hain ."
( You show so many tantrums. You are literally a baby."

He forwarded me a bite and without any more tantrums I took the bite relieving my stomach.

"Humare sath dhoka hua hain." He forwarded another bite.
( I have been deceived.)

My brows furrowed in worry. Deceived? How?

"Raja ji humein ek bacchi pakra diya."
( The king has handed me a baby.)

That jerk! 

"Sultan!" I slapped his chest lightly.

He chuckled and motioned me to eat the bite. I took it but still glaring. 

I will show you just how much of a baby I am.Just wait.

"There's going to be a celebration tomorrow." He forwarded another bite but I shook my head a no. I am the only one who is eating. He must be hungry too. So I took his hand and motioned him to eat his one.

Jerks deserve to eat too.

"What celebration? Again?" I made him eat the bite almost forcefully.

"Mere chachajaan aa rahe hain. Unki hi shaan mein hain."
( My uncle is coming. It's in his honor.)

My heart skipped a bit hearing the word 'celebration'. The last time he held a celebration I was asked to strip. Not literally but still. The past incidents just make me feel hotter. I started looking anywhere but him.

"Ye kya ho gaya aapko? Itna laal kyun ho raha hain aapka chehera? Aap theek hain?"
( What happened to you suddenly? Why did your face became red all of a sudden? Are you okay?)

"Yes yes! Absolutely fine. Completely okay. Is it hot in here? I feel hot suddenly." I play foreign.

"Hot? I think it's fine. Do you want water?" He said softly,worry in his voice. 

God I feel so bad for making him worry for no reason. But he deserves it.
I nodded my head.
He immediately poured some water in a glass and forward to my lips.

"You know I can eat and drink completely fine by myself?"
"Just drink it begum." He forwarded the glass again making the cold metal touch my lips.

I stared drinking it from his hand then all of sudden,
"Is bar toh humere pasand kiya gaya libas pehen legi na begum?"
( This time you will be able to wear an outfit of my choice right?)

I choked while gulping the water hearing his sentence. What the heck!
The water spilled in the floor and on my clothes, slightly on his too. I started coughing in the reaction.

The playfulness from earlier was now replaced again by worry. 
"Are you okay?" He started patting my back slightly.

The burn in my throat felt a bit better after couple seconds passed. "I am okay." 

His hands suddenly clasped my face in his hand, his thumb was wiping the spilled water from my lips. I released a soft breath as his thumb grazed my lips. His eyes met directly met mine and I could see the slight hint of worry in his eyes. And something else.

"Aapne toh thodi der ke liye jaan hi nikal diya tha begum. Laga ke saans kahi atak si gayi ho."
( You just took my life out for a while begum. I felt as if my breath was stuck somewhere.)

"I just choked and coughed. It wasn't a big deal."

"Everything related to you is a big deal to me. Never say that ever again."

"Now. Will you wear my chosen outfit this time?" His hand now lowered from my face to my neck.

"I don't know. Will I? Why should I?" I said in a teasing tone.

His grip on my neck tightened as he pulled me closer to his face.
" Dare you defy me again and see the consequences begum. You will wear my chosen outfit. Even it means I have to make you wear it myself." His word brushed against my lips.

My body tingled in anticipation. His touch was everything I wanted. Everything I needed. One graze and he has me melting in puddles. Why am I so weak!

"Do you understand?" 

I nodded my head slightly. What did I nod my head at again?

"Words. I need your words so I know you understand."

"Yes Sultan."

In a flash his teeth sinked on my lips, biting me ever so slightly. A soft cry of pain left my lips as my body felt a rush of desire. My mind was blurred in desperation. 

"That was for not using words. Remember this every time you are just about to nod your head again. And this will only get worse. There's so much you need to be taught my little wife."

The desire starts to fade away as I listen to his words.Taught? Absolutely not. I have enough knowledge from my books. I am the one who will teach him.

But who's going tell him what kind of books I read. Heh.

"Sona nehi aapko?" Kal aap par bohot jimmedari hogi. Malika hain aap sultanate ki taiyaari bhi aapko hi karwana hain."
( You don't have to sleep?" You will have many responsibilities tomorrow. You are the queen of the sultanate so you will have to be in charge of all work.)

My eyes widened this information.

"Aur ye mujhe ab suchit kiya jaa raha hain?!" I got up from his lap in a jump.
( And I am being informed just now?!)

"I also got to know about his arrival today." He stood up too.

I don't know a thing about these. How do you prepare for a celebration. What should am I supposed to give? What if for me they criticize the sultan or the sultanate!

Can I reject him? Say that I can't do it? Maybe make an excuse and say I am sick or something! My feet went cold hearing about this sudden responsibility!

It's like hearing about the duties triggered something in me and I got flashbacks from morning.

"I am still angry with you! For earlier and for now too! Don't even try to talk to me! Just because you are my husband doesn't mean you get a free pass at me! I don't care if you are the sultan of your country, I am the queen too. You owe me an apology and you will only talk to me when you have a proper explanation and apology ready,Sultan Rashid." 

I glared at him before walking away to the changing room attempting to tie my hair in a bun.

I was almost melting away by his sweet talks, forgetting all about earlier. If he doesn't suspect me then why did he shout at me? What was my fault here! And the audacity to make me forget all about that with flattering words. Hah!

As if everything wasn't confusing enough,he adds more to my distress. Why did he suddenly barked at me without any reason then? 

Whatever I don't need his explanation. It's not like his explanation will change the hurt I felt and neither I am looking for it.

Lies.

I changed out of my lehenga to a plain cotton lehenga. I gave up trying to tie to my hair in a bun. Let's leave that for Meena it's clearly not my cup of tea. I rather just made a braid and walked out.

As soon as I stepped in he grabbed my hands softly to stop me.

"Humari baat toh sun lijiye begum. Aap ese khafa ho jayegi to kaise chalega?" 
( Just listen to me begum. How will work it work if you are upset with me?)

"Humein nehi sunn ni kuch bhi or nehi kuch bolna hain."
( I don't want to listen anything nor say anything.)

I tugged my hand away from his grasp. He didn't say anything further. 

As my back hit the warm and soft mattress my brain started stressing about the next day. Should I ask Meena? Should I ask Aaliyah? Or even ask the head maid? Can I? Will they suspect anything if I do? 

Tomorrow, please be good.