Rashid’s POV

The wedding date has been fixed.

The day before I left for my sultanate Raja Advik discussed all the details of the wedding and the peace treaty with me.

Now that it is happening finally our kingdom isn't to rage a war upon Ratangarh upon any circumstances. We will protect them against any attack and they will do the same. Our soldiers will be on standby for them at any moment and so will be their soldiers.

Dacoits, thieves and human traffickers will be searched and punished by both kingdoms on a special mission on a month basis. There will be no illegal tax demands from either side.

And last but most importantly I will be married to Princess Yaksha.

The same princess Yaksha who is occupying my mind these days. Too much for my liking.

I sighed folding the scroll of agreement of the peace treaty and put it in the drawer of my wooden desk.

I should focus on my work. There are several pending cases and applications pending that I need to check. I was gone for 1 week and this wedding will keep me occupied so I really should be focused. Except I can't focus. For this little firecracker Yaksha.

I-I didn't expect her to be grown into such feisty and fiery also heavenly looking girl. The last time I saw her twenty years ago, the day she was born. So technically I shouldn't expect anything from her. But I thought she would be this quiet and calm doll-like princess. At least that's what my spy and everyone told me.

But she is anything but like that. Quite the contrary to what I have heard. She is a funny little thing. Immediately sassing around with a man she just met,holding her head high like the princess no queen she is.

Yes I put a spy in their palace. My situations, my suspecting nature forced me to do so. I had to know what I am getting myself into.

Maybe it's because no one has ever talked to me like that before. I was a born king. The first son of my father, the sultan. Naturally I was obeyed and equally adored by everyone I have ever came across. It was their natural reaction.

And later I became feared. No one wouldn't even talk to with even a slight eye contact. But Yaksha.. there was fire sparks coming from her eyes. She looked raged. Talked to me like no one has ever before.

And surprisingly or not surprisingly I didn't hate it. Actually I liked it. For some moments I didn't feel like I was Sultan or someone powerful. I just felt like a man..a normal man.. I felt like Rashid. And god knows how long I haven't felt something like this. It made my heart ligher.

I did see Yaksha checking me out though. My pretty little wife couldn't even hide that she was shamelessly staring at me . Savouring my every feature. It made my chest tighten up with an unknown feeling a bit knowing she didn't know who I was. So she was practically ogling at a stranger. What is this feeling even.

I have been thinking too much about her. I need to do something about it. Exercise! I should work out a bit. It always works.

Pushing my chair backwards I stood up to head towards the ground.

"Bhaijaan! Ye bhaala kaisa ravaiyaa hain? Jabse aap Ratangarh se waapis aaye hain humse ek bar bhi  milne nehi aaye!Aab apki choti si behen ka aapki zindegi mein koyi ehmiyaat nehi rahi?"

(Brother! What kind of behaviour is this? Since you have returned from Ratangarh you haven't met me for once! You sister doesn't have any important in your life anymore?)

My little sister Aaliyah burst through the door and started talking without giving a break. She is my stepsister. My father's second wife's second child. Her elder brother might be a jerk who doesn't like us and keeps creating problems for us but she is sweetest person.I never treated her like a stepsister. My father marrying her mother isn't her fault so why take it out on her.

"Esa kuch bhi nehi hain Aaliyah. Hum bas kaam mein mashruf ho gaye the aur kuch nehi. Bataiye kaise hain aap?"

(There's nothing like that . I was just occupied in work. Tell me, how are you?)

I asked caressing her head.

"Hmm aab hum aaye hain toh puch rahe hain. Waise toh dekhne bhi nehi aaye. Woh saab choriye humein baataye aapne humari bhabijaan ko dekha? Kaisi hain woh? Humne suna ha bohut khubsurat aur shant swabhab ki hain?"

( Hmm now that I am here you are asking so. You didn't even came to see me. Leave all these tell me did you meet my sister-in-law? How is she? I heard she is very beautiful and has a calm behaviour?)

Beautiful? Very.Calm? Not even close to it.

"How can I meet her Aaliyah? She is a princess and we aren't married yet. How can I just see her? Aren't you getting too excited?" I lied avoiding her question.

"I totally forgot about that! And of course I am excited. It's my first brothers wedding. I have been dreaming about it! You don't know how important brothers wedding is for sisters." She exclaimed excitedly.

I chuckled seeing her eagerness.

"Alright alright. I understand. Enjoy as much as you want. Get whatever you want.Now go I am going to exercise."

"Making me leave as soon as I came? How mean! I understand everything. Why will you want to see me now? You only want to see bhabi-jaan and spend time with her." She lifted her eyebrows teasingly and gave a smug smile.

"Haven't you become too much naughty? Wait let me teach you a lesson!" I said marching toward her.

"What a bully you are bhai-jaan! I will teach you a lesson together with bhabi-jaan when she comes. Just wait and watch." She said and immediately ran out of the room in a hurry.

I smiled watching her leave. She and Sadd are same. For them I don't feel half as lonely as I was supposed to as a Sultan. Mother never really cared about it. She used to love me. Adore me just like any other mother does to her son. But as soon as my father married again she started distancing herself from everyone. Never really called me with affection in her voice.

She says I look too much like my father. Every time she looks at me she is reminded of him. So she stopped looking at me. Stopped caring about me.

I don't blame her. I never did. She must have her own reasons. Apart from important issues she never talks with me. And I have made amends with the fact.But Sadd wasn't like me. Even though mother loved Saad,wanted to do everything to do for him but Saad say he hates her. He thinks if she couldn't be a mother for me she shouldn't be a for him. Though I have tried to make him understand he never listens to me about this matter. I still keep trying anyways but he shuts me down every single time.

But my mother told me one thing. To be sultan like my father but not like a husband like her. And I don't intend to. I can't risk another broken woman in my life again.

"Sultan. We have some news from Ratangarh." My personal guard and Friend Amir voiced from outside my chamber.

Ratangarh? Did something new happen? "Come in."

"Assalamualaikum Sultan. Our spy has sent some news from Ratangarh. It's about Princess."

"Walaikumsalam. Go ahead."

"There has been an attempt of attack on Princess. In her own chamber."

"What? When? How? Has the culprit been caught?"

"Yes. It's true. It happened two days ago at night. When princess was sleeping the man attempted to attack her. And about the culprit...umm.."

My blood was boiling. Who dared to attack her in her own chamber. Where was her guards. How can someone just attack a princess. And the suspense Amir is keeping is starting to piss me off.

"Amir don't beat the bush around. Just go straight to the point. Is the princess okay? Did something bad happen? What about the culprit? Say it!"

My body was tightening up in tension. What if there is some bad news. Is that why he is hesitating?

"No. The princess is okay. Completely fine actually. About the man who attacked, he was actually killed. By Princess herself."

"What? Tell me everything in details!" I almost shouted.

"Yes. He was killed by Princess Yaksha. While attacking her princess took out her hairpin and stabbed him in his neck. He died on the spot because of stabbing in the crucial place." He

stated.

I smiled internally. All the tension leaving my head in a moment. Oh my little wife it looks like you are not as innocent and reserved as everyone thought so. You are brave and know how to protect yourself. You know how to make a decision on spot and execute it. You are not the delicate little flower everyone thinks you are, including me.In fact you are just like me. I don't know with this you have made me more interested in you,wanting to know the person you are. I have always liked a little fun and you will be a perfect fit.You would be perfect Sultana by my side, making the decisions on my behalf, my little wife.

I could have no other better option than you Princess.

"Sultan?"

"Ah yes. I understand. Thank you for informing me. Tell the spy he is doing a good job and reward him accordingly."

"But I think it's not a accident. First the stair fall and then this. I don't it's all coincidence. It's all planned." He added.

"You too? I was thinking the same! Let's talk about this in detail after the wedding. And make sure the protection of begum is tightened as soon as she arrives. I want the best guards we have around her." Calling her begum even before we are married? I should gather myself a bit. I am getting too excited.

"Okay sultan."

"And how many times have I said you not to call me sultan? Call me by name like I do to you."

"I could do no such thing. You are the sultan and that would be disrespecting you."

"Disrespect my foot. If you don't want to agree then fine it's a order. You have no choice but to agree." I smirked.

"I understand su- I mean Rashid."

I nodded in a victory smile. I watched him leave the room and left for the ground to exercise.

You are going to make this marriage more interesting than I thought so little wife.