Yaksha's POV
(Mature Content Ahead)

"Well, well, well! Look whom I finally met. I came out because the attendees heard some commotion but I didn't know I would finally get to meet our Sultan's beloved wife. So beloved that he doesn't even let her out and so beloved that she is arguing with the Sultan's mother! The god mother!"

The woman stepped forward.

"Thaani begum." My mother-in-law lowly muttered under her breath with a bitter tone.

Thaani begum? Wait where have I heard this before? Who was she again?

"Safiya apa. Assalamualaikum. Why is that I don't see you around the harem anymore?" She smirked.

And continued. "Don't tell me your son has already handed over your duties to his wife as soon as she came. I won't be surprised if he did though."

Thaani begum. Sultan Ahmed's second wife. Aaliyah's mother and sultan's step mother. Her tone gave it all away. She looked like she was in her late forties ,a little younger than my mother-in-law. She must have been really beautiful in her young age because even now she radiates elegance. But something about her felt dark, sinister. I was almost scared.

What in the world did I brought myself into!

I looked back at Bisma as if we both were trying to escape the situation meanwhile she looked at me apologetically.

I looked at my mother-in-law trying to find out what about me and my husband made her so upset. I get that I don't have similar cultural background as her so might not be able to accept me. Typical mother-in-law. But sultan is her son. Why is she upset over him. Looking at her only angered me more.

"What is going on here?" A male voice snarled. 
I flinched at the sudden loud sound. My husband.I would recognize that voice anytime, anywhere.

The two women in front of me turned around to look at him.

"I asked what is happening here?" He asked again as he came right beside me to stand. I felt my body relaxed on its own as soon his body touched mine. I felt like he had saved me, from this two women. Because I think I was about to be eaten alive by these women.

While Thaani begum looked even more amused, my mother-in-law completely changed her facial expressions, like she was void of having any.

My heart clenched at the sight. I looked at Sultan only to notice the slight pain in his eyes before he completely composed himself. Is this what he has been bearing all his life? On his own? I can't even imagine not receiving my own mother's love. Since when is this going on! And why!

While he did greet his mother she was still talking without any love. This woman!

But then Thaani begum had to interfere and say something I don't even understand. 
But one thing is clear she isn't any better than his own mother. If anything she is even worse.

Suddenly cold and calloused fingers wrapped around mine as if to express he is here for me. I looked down to see his fingers wrapped around mine tightly almost reassuringly.I clasped his hands even tighter because I am here for him too. And since I am here he will have one more person to fight with him, for him.

"Twenty-three years and you still haven't learned how to address your mother properly let alone talk to her with respect." Thaani begum said with a raging tone changing her previous one. 

I rolled my eyes internally. I don't know lady what respect are
you wishing to have because I don't think you deserve any.

"Let me clarify one thing here, the one person who made us connected to each other with is now no longer between us. I don't have the responsibility to show you any kind of respect anymore let alone motherly respect. You are standing here just because of Kahir and Aaliyah. But that too won't happen anymore if you were to let your foul eyes wander on my family, my wife. If you were to do anything anymore especially with my wife it won't just end with you getting locked up in the harem anymore."

I looked at him surprisingly. The whole sentence just voiced out how much he cared about me. Loud and clear. I looked down to contain the upcoming blast of blush in my cheeks.

But then I realized he said she is locked in the harem. Why? Did she commit any crime before? I really want to know what happened between these walls to distant them from one another so much.

He tugged my wrist taking me away from the crowd and started walking towards our chamber. Wait that's it?! He isn't going to say anything to his mother? What about her? She got nothing to say? I was about to ask him to bid her goodbye at least but then we heard someone making us stop our steps.

"Don't challenge me Rashid."  I turned to look at her. Even her tone and face was scaring me now. 

Something about her appearance was a little scary. She gave off shady and black energy. Like someone evil. I don't know why but I couldn't shake this feelings off.

"You are mistaken if you think this is a challenge. It was a warning this time Thaani begum.Better not anger me." Sultan replied by his shoulder and started walking again.

I don't know if he is angry or not. But if I were to calculate his expression and gesture I wouldn't think he is angry. Upset maybe. And he has every right to be! After all he told me to not meet them.

Intentionally or unintentionally I did meet them. Damn Bisma! Why didn't you tell me before where were we going!

I saw the concerned look on Amir bhai's face as always and surprisingly on Saad's too. But I gave them a reassuring smile saying it was okay. 
I could see another man standing there but we started walking so fast that it was like a glimpse. Who was that?

Meena and the other handmaidens were following me behind trying to match my husband's steps just like me. Why does he have to be so tall! And why does he have such long legs! 

"We have some serious discussion to go begum." He said as we neared our chamber as I gulped hearing his words. Oh looks like he is upset after all!

As soon as we entered our chamber he left my hand and looked at the others. 

"Taakhliya!" He voiced out as everyone started hurrying out of the chamber immediately.
( Privacy!)

Wait. Why did he sound so hot right now? 
Control your stupid hormones woman. I looked down to not show just how much I was crushing over this man.

"Begum." I looked up to meet his gaze.

"What happened? Why did you went there? No how did you end up there? That is the furthest place from our chamber. And I clearly remember I forbid you to meet my mother without my company and my step mother was out of the question!"
I flinched at the last sentence. He is right. He did. But if I knew I would've never gone.

I was scared that I might've upset him. I was about to say that I wasn't there to meet them but then he voiced out quickly.

"Allah kasam hum aapse khafa nehi hain. Hum bas janna chahte hain aap waha kyun gaye? Akhir aapko kya kaam padh gaya waha begum?"
(I swear to god I am not angry with you. I just want to know why you went there? What work did you have there begum?)

He took my face in his hands and said the words rather desperately, almost begging if I might say. As if he just guessed my fear he said every word I needed to hear. He always does.

"Aap krodhit nehi hain humse?"
(You aren't angry with me?) I said confused. He had every reason to be. But rather he furrowed his own eyebrow in confusion.

"No. Why would I be angry with you? I simply want to know why you were there? Don't you trust me? I forbid you to be there because there was a reason of course my little wife."He continued rubbing my jaw as my tension and fear melted away. How can I not have a crush on this man!

"This is how you should be with me, begum. Always. I am the last person you should be scared off. As long as I am breathing I will make sure there isn't even a scratch on your body." He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead.

"I-I am sorry. I know I shouldn't have been there but I swear I wasn't there because I was trying to disobey you. It wasn't intentional. I promise."

"Then what were you doing there?" He looked at me.

"Bisma."

"Bisma?" My answer made him even more confused.

"It was Bisma. She was here this morning. We were talking when she proposed to take me to the most beautiful garden in the palace. Apparently even the outsiders know about it but I don't. So I went to look what was the hype about. I didn't know the garden was attached to their harem." I sighed loudly.

"I promise if I knew I wouldn't have gone. I trust you." More than I should have. 

"This Bisma! She needs a scolding. I told her to meet you later with me. But of course she wouldn't listen! I-I am so sorry you had to meet them like this. This is all truly my fault. I should've tightened the security around our chamber more."

"What! Why would Bisma need a scolding! She was equally unaware as me. Please don't say anything to her regarding this. She is a guest after all. I don't need her to feel bad about this." I clutched his arms, almost requesting him.

"Fine. But come to think of it there wasn't even any royal guard with you? They are aware that you should not have been there. Not without me. Are they lacking that much? Wh-"

"I forbid them to tag along." I muttered under my breath as a whisper afraid of his reaction.

"What?"

"I forbid to come with me. Large men always following me around makes me feel suffocated." I said a little louder this time.

"What? Now what nonsense is this? You were a princess begum! Now the queen of this sultanate! Do you know how dangerous this position is? Do you know you can face an attack even under this palace's roof? Why would you not want them around you?"
He pinched his forehead in stress. But before I could say anything he took my wrist in his hold and looked at me desperately.

"Promise me, you won't do this again? No matter where you are going they will always company you. Promise me this please. So I can keep myself sane."

Oh how I love to hear the word 'please' from the mouth of the mighty sultan. 

"Even when I am taking a bath? Even when I am changing?" I smirked.

"Yehi zabaan ekdin aapko bhari padhegi dekhlena begum. Hum,aapke shauhar,sirf hum aapke waise dekhenge. Koyi dusra mard kabhi nehi janega humne kya paya hain aur unhone kya nehi."
( This tongue of yours will create problems for you one day begum. I,your husband,will only ever see you like that. No other man will ever see what I have and they don't.)

I poked my inner mouth with my tongue. The overconfidence this man has, is almost overwhelming.

"Promise me that you will take them everywhere you go begum." He whispered slowly near my ears making me shiver.

"Why? What do I get in return for listening to you?"

"What do you want?" His face lowered a little to the border of my neck and shoulder. The words he said there were making me tremble as his each words left slight air of breath.

'You' Is what I wanted to answer. But instead I said,

"What do you have to offer Sultan Rashid Ahmed Khan?" He licked the area slightly making me clutch his kurta in the sensation.

"Everything you can ever dream of Malika Yaksha Rashid Ahmed Khan." A soft breath of fresh air escaped my mouth as he inhaled the skin of my throat as if almost taking my scent.

My full name, from his mouth, made me feel something. Something different, courageous.

I clasped his hair between my fingers and jerked his face off my shoulder. He looked at me confused.

"Right now, this is what I want." I said as I pressed our lips together.

My one hand was still holding his hair while the other was holding the back of his neck for more leverage.
The kiss was slow, sensual. Something about it felt different. Maybe because now I am aware of my feelings. His lips were soft yet rough against mine as his teeth bumped into mine softly carelessly. I could feel my heart beat starting to race like it would pop out of my chest any time now. 

His one hand held my face while the other slide back to my body resting on my waist, pulling me close every time my body slipped away in the buzzing feeling.

He pulled away from the kiss making me almost whine at his action. He rested his forehead against mine while panting because of the kiss.

"You are making it harder for me begum." He said the words against my lips.

That's exactly what I want! To make it very hard for you!

"Then why are controlling yourself so much? Why not just do it?" I realized the words came out ragged.

He looked at me surprisingly.
"Are you telling me to break my promise?" 

What promise? I frowned hearing about this promise. But then our wedding night rang a bell. He was still hang up on that stupid promise?!

"Yes. Promises are meant to be broken, aren't they? But I get it. You have gotten old now. Of course there are certain things you can't do. What can be done.. I will just look for some-"

He gripped my neck tightly forcing me to look at him. The grip was tight enough for me to groan in pain.But the adrenaline was too much to focus on the pain.
"I dare you to finish that sentence begum."

My smirk became more prominent. "I was saying I will look for someone el-"

He chuckled as he rubbed my bottom lip with his thumb roughly.

"What a brave wife I have gotten. Can't imagine anything other than you now. Since you are trying to be so brave it will be so fun to have you shuddering under me,on my bed."

"You are all talk no action Sultan ji. Just let me go already." I tried to break away from his hold be he clutched me more tightly around my neck and waist.

"That's it. You are getting too bold now. You need a damn lesson." He lifted me up in bridal style making me gasp in surprise.

Okay I am a little scared now. Not the bad scared though. Maybe I did went a little too far with the teasing. 

Making me lay down on the bed as his hands clasped my wrist taking it over my head. I gulped nervously looking at him in anticipation of what he would do next.

"Do you think you are brave? I would like you to be brave now begum."

"I am not scared of you." I don't even know where this sudden wave of courage is coming from.

"Good. You shouldn't be." He bent down and whispered near my neck.

Suddenly his grasp on my wrist disappeared making me frown in confusion. I looked up at him to see the dilemma in his eyes. This man I swear! We are married for gods sake.

"Are you sure? You really want us to-to..."

"Is the mighty sultan really stuttering? And I am the one who made him stutter?" I looked at him teasingly.

"Yaksha. Please. Don't joke. I am serious. Once I break the promise you need to know I won't be stopping.I don't want to."

I gulped tensely as he pronounced my name. He was serious after all. But so am I. I am done playing the cat and mouse. I want my husband and I want him all to me! Can't he see that already? Maybe I need to show him after all, how much I want him, how much I need him.

I threw my veil away and sat up inching towards him.

"Is the desire in my eyes not prominent enough? Am I not willing enough? What do I need to do to prove that I want you. Right now. Right here." I looked at him straight in the eyes. 

I really might have sounded so desperate.

The grey eyes were so much darker than they looked normally.His beautiful lashes, his sharp jaw, those brown lips as if everything was drawing me towards him. 

Fuck it. I need to take things in my hands now. I threw all the remaining shame in me as I sat on his lap making his eyes widened at my action.

I took his hand, placing a soft kiss on the palm first then resting it on my waist, just below my breast. I took another hand kissing it just like before but placed this one on my hipbones. His touch made me leave a breathy moan.

I earned a light groan from him as I shifted myself closer to him in his lap. 

Something did feel hard. I smirked.

I placed a kiss on his forehead making him tightly clutch his eyes shut. His grip on my waist and hips tightened as if he was just about to lose all his restraint.

I placed a kiss on top his both closed eyes next, followed by kisses on his cheeks, jaw and lastly on his lips. 

"Can't you see Sultan? I want you to this much." I held his neck to hold onto something because I don't think I can hold onto myself for much longer.

I dragged the kisses to his neck and stopped right onto his Adam's apple. I tried to leave hickey but failed miserably as I really didn't know what exactly to do. As soon as I darted my tongue out his one hand gripped my hair tightly and pulled my face away from him making my bun loosen and failing down miserably.

Just like my current status.

I looked at him in dazed as he looked at with yearning.

"I won't stop even if you tell me to. Think again." His voice was so ragged it sounded as if he just woke up from a deep slumber.

"Soch liya. Abhi toh hum aapko rukne ke liye kahenge bhi nehi."
( Done. Now I won't even tell you to stop.)

He hand snaked its way through my neck to my back making my lash force close. He undid the ties of the blouse one by one so slowly that I whined impatiently.

"Don't be so impatient now. Remember the days you made me wait? You need to taste your own medicine too my dear." Whispering against my ear,he finally untied the last knot.

I suddenly remembered what this means. He will see me bare,naked. And no male has ever seen me like that. I clutched his kurta tightly in a fist trying in timidness, while hide my face in the crook of his neck.

He jerked my face away from his neck as he looked at me mockingly.

"Look at you acting all timid after challenging me like that."

"Don't tease me!" I glared like a kitten.

"Oh I haven't even started." He removed the large necklace sitting on my neck.

"I didn't like how you hide those marks I left on your neck last time." He removed the small earrings I wore too.

"Then what was I supposed to do? Put a show of them in front of everyone?" 

"You were supposed to show everyone how much your husband adores you,like a proud wife." He rubbed the hollow of my neck, never breaking the dangerous eye contact.

"You would not hide it this time right?" He whispered against my neck as he left small kisses here and there.

"I-I would."

He chuckled against my neck and the sound rang against my body.

This smug bastard is making me agonize over him more than I did!

"The more you challenge me the more I become determined to ruin you under me. I would like to see you try talking then." 

He kisses turned into sucking as he dragged them down all the sensitive parts of my neck using his teeth. I didn't even notice when his hands dragged my blouse down to my arms leaving them on my arms. The action made my cleavage visible as he raised his head to look at me.

I clutched my eyes shut in embarrassment as he looked at me with those predatory eyes. 
In a jerk the blouse was off my body. My lash forced itself more as my fingers now clutched my skirt. My nipples hardened in anticipation.

Where is all my courage now! 

"I can't believe you made me wait so long for you begum. For me to have you like this." My cheeks are probably the shade of the vermilion of my forehead right now.

With unexpected force he made us both lie down. As I was sitting on his the action resulted my legs to be wrapped around his waist.

He placed a kiss on my forehead as he voiced out softly.

"Open your eyes for me begum."
I slowly opened my eye lids to look at him.

"I know I said I won't stop even if you tell me to but anytime you are uncomfortable please don't hesitate to stop me. Say my name whenever you want to stop and I will stop immediately. My name not sultan, do you understand?"

He looked at with care but also desire in his eyes.

"Y-yes I understand."

He started kissing my neck again only lowering his head as he proceeded with his move. He stopped at my breast and looked up at me to see my reaction.

"Last chance." He whispered against my breast making me moan in pleasure as my fingers involuntarily clutched the bedsheet. The soft air of breath against my skin made me more desperate for a touch from him.

"I swear to go-oh my-ah" my sentence trailed off as a loud moan as his lips closed around my nipples sucking on them harshly.

"Sultan!" A croaked voice left my mouth as he showed me absolutely zero mercy sucking on it like he had lost all his control. Sucking soon turned into nibbling and then biting. My hands left the sheet and clutched his hair immediately as he bite onto my nipples roughly.

His tongue circled around the area constantly making my back arch from the unbelievable and foreign feeling. He groaned as I wiggled in his clutch pushing me down and pressing his hands over my rib holding me so I couldn't move. He bite onto my nipples hardly again making me cry from the sudden ache. I tried to push him away with my hand but he didn't even budge a bit.

Instead of stopping he turned more vicious and started sucking my other breast. I felt my body quivering in pleasure as he continued his sweet torture on my chest. One of his hands took the previous breast palming it and rubbing it in between. The sensitivity from earlier sucking made it more difficult making me both cry and moan.

"Ahh pl-lease s-sultan." I begged overtly. 

The place between my thighs ached for something. For him to do something. Even a simple task as breathing normally seemed impossible right now.Feeling the hot wetness between my thighs made me rub them together to relieve some pain. I couldn't take it anymore. 

I jerked his face off my chest,clutching his curly hair between my fingers as I made him look at me.

"P-please."

"Please what begum?"

Oh god! How do I say what I need. I don't know how to say it. 

"I-I need you please."

"And you have me begum."

One day I am going to take revenge .One day.But now I am too knocked out to think about revenge now.

"Give me your hand." I forward my palm in front of his face. He gave his hand hesitantly while looking at me confused.

I took his hand and put them just below my belly, on my core over my skirt.

"I need you to touch me here." I whispered breathlessly.