Yaksha's POV

I thought I wouldn't sleep well. But surprisingly I did. I slept like a literal baby. For how long I don't even remember but as I woke up I saw the sun setting. And now all the anxiety is kicking in. 

Damn I even missed the sunset.

As Meena and Aaliyah who is supposedly getting me all decked up for my wedding night I can't help but feel anxious, scared. All the big talks and prep talk keeps fading away one by one. The idea that I am finally meeting my 'husband' is being registered in my mind. And what and how questions are coming back. He will be good to me right? If he is not I swear I am killing him. Oh no then that would be treason. 

Of course I didn't actually mean killing him.

"There you go bhabi-jaan. You look so beautiful MashaAllah. What did bhaijaan ever did to deserve a beauty like you!" Aaliyah chuckles.

I smile listening to her words. She reminds me of Rajeshwari. God I miss her! I wonder how is she. I should write a letter as soon as possible. Aaliyah may be younger than me but in just few hours she has made me her acquaintance. 

"You should wait for bhaijaan now. We should leave. Since you will be too tired tomorrow I will tell the maids to not to wake you up early." She smiles smugly.

My eyes widened listening to her words. What's up with these girls suddenly? Why are they so keen on teasing me left and right. 

"Nanad ji aapko apne badi bhabi se aise baat nehi karna chahiye. Aapke bhai se shikayat lagay apki?" I made all serious face to tease her. Tit for tat sister-in-law.

( You know you shouldn't talk to your elder sister-in-law like this. Should I complain about you to your brother?)

She straightened her posture immediately. All the smugness went away with a flash. My fake serious face must be doing a good job. 

"Hume maaf kardijiye bhabijaan. Hume aapse ese baat nehi karna chahiye tha." She said with all smile gone from her face.

(Please forgive me. I shouldn't have talked to you like that.)

Okay now I feel bad. I should stop doing whatever I am doing.

"Areh areh hum toh mazak kar rahe the. Aapne toh sach man liya. Hume bilkul bura nehi laga. Hum toh kehte hain esa mazak karte rahiye,humein ghar jesa lage ga."

( I was just joking. You took it seriously. I don't mind at all. You should play around with me more, it feels like home when you do.)

"Hum toh dar gaye the bhabijaan! Kya aap bhi. Chaliye ab humeinn sach me jana chahiye. Bhaijaan aate hi honge."

(I got so scared! You are too much. I should really go now, brother must be coming soon.)

My heart did a flip flop again hearing about him. Only god can save me now. Please no more miseries in my life. 
I nodded my head at them. Before leaving they made me sit on the bed, all like a new bride with a large veil covering my head and face. 

The hell? As soon as they left I got down the bed and threw away the veil. I have had enough of this veil. For this I can't see anything and keep tripping like a child who just learned to walk. And not to mention these heavy jewellery and lehenga. Maybe I should take some off my jewellery too.

I started getting walking towards the mirror. Now that both of the musketeers are gone it feels really empty and silent. The only noise that could be heard was my ankle bells and bangles echoing all around the chamber. As much as I love this sounds I also dislike it. They keep making sound all day! I can't even do one work without them making noise.

Ugh how will I remove all this heavy jewellery alone. As I stated to take off my necklace I heard someone's footsteps. Fear crept into me all of a sudden. The night that intruder attacked me,it flashed all over my eyes. My hands automatically went to hair pin,clutching it tightly.

As the footsteps were getting closer my fear was increasing. The night was really traumatic for me and after that incident any slightest noise made me all alert. I just stood there in front of the mirror clutching my skirt in between my fingers. I don't have it in me to kill another person. My throat felt numb unable to produce any sound. 

"Already preparing yourself for the wedding night by taking off your jewellery, begum?" A voice came, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

Oh, isn't it the sultan's voice?I sighed in relief as soon as I heard his voice still not turning to face him. But then something struck me, a turmoil of different emotions. Relief because it was sultan not some intruder.Confused because I have definitely heard that voice somewhere and no not in the wedding. Because of course I have heard it there but somewhere else too. 

And after waiting for like solid minutes my stupid brain could finally register that this voice is known. The handsome rooftop man? He is THE sultan? My fucking HUSBAND? I turned to look at him immediately barely able to manage my heavy lehenga. And finally the last emotion,shocked planted all over my face. 

My eyes widened and I looked at him in, I don't know disbelief probably? He was smirking at me?! That stupid man! He knew all along I was going to get married to him! And his face, oh it's still annoyingly handsome, exactly my type. 

If anything does he look more handsome?

All the shouting and misbehaving flashed in front of my eye. Oh god. As if my life wasn't dramatic already! Some more drama had to be added. As far as I know misbehaving with your husband is not something people tolerate here. Good grip. Now what?

What if he gives me some kind of punishment? 

He took slow and sturdy steps towards me. Almost like an animal, who was approaching its prey. With nothing but smile in his lips and troublesome eyes. Predatory annoyingly beautiful eyes with long lashes. Stop lusting over him, I scolded myself in my mind.

As he took steps forward me, I took my step backwards. But there wasn't much space there. I could only take three steps before my back hit the mirror glass. This is soo stupid. Why the heck am I even backing away from him? In a flash he was in front of me, so close that I could breathe his scent. 

It made me remind of that night again,the night he was just as close as he is right now,the way he touched my waist tightly, the way our breaths were mingling all of it. My eyes involuntarily closed immediately. My breath raced both in anticipation and in fear. Wait anticipation?

"By the look in your face it looks like you do actually remember me begum, don't you?"

Remember? I held a freaking search mission for you dude!  

"I don't know what you are taking about" I answered my eyes still closed. I felt his breath on my face. Excuse me sir, some distance please!

"Now now it's not good to lie to your husband right? First shouting at your future husband and now lying straight to your husband? You are not giving a good impression of a wife, begum." his lips tugged upwards.

"First of all I didn't know we were betrothed back then and secondly you barely call that a shouting! Moreover a stranger was assuming things about me! Should I have just stood there and listened?" I glared at him.

His smirked intensified.
Shit.
I just admitted I know exactly what he was talking about. Which means I just revealed I am lying. I thought I was good at lying and pretending. It's all his fault. His presence is making me nervous. 

I pushed him away from me. A part of me missed his closeness but that part needs to clam down. I am sure that part is my horny part talking. I stood away from him,where I couldn't smell his seductive scent. Him being close to me is dangerous for me. He keeps proving it.

"Fine! I lied. But what about you? You knew the moment I said I was princess Yaksha? Why didn't made yourself known? Tell that you are my fiancé?" I crossed my arms. 

"Simply because I was aware of your situation."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "What situation?"

"That you lost your memory. I didn't believe it was right for me to introduce myself to you in that moment. Besides our meeting was a pure coincidence. We weren't supposed to meet,not before the wedding."

More like I don't have any kind of memory but he doesn't need to know that.

"Whatever. Now that we are married we should at least uh come to some kind of agreement. And don't even think of touching me in some kind of inappropriate way. I am more stronger than I look. I am capable of doing gruesome stuff.Don't underestimate me." I stated loud and clear.

He again started to take steps towards me. What does he want again? This time though I didn't moved from my spot. Even though my legs were itching to move, be as far away from this dangerous as hell man as possible,I needed to show I am not nervous or afraid of him. 

Show him that that he wasn't in power of me, no matter how handsome or good looking he is. I looked at his face directly as he was approaching me. His face void of any emotion.

As he came near me again he took my chin in between his thumb and index finger. My breath hitched. Nervousness creeped in me all over again. I could barely look at his face without thinking about what it would feel if he took a step closer. 

I am sure he can see how much my cheeks have reddened. 

"Yakeen kare humara humein pata hain aap kitni khatarnaak aur jaanleva hain. Aapko aur behtar janne ka intezar nehi kar sakte hum.Aap nehi chahte toh hum aapko nehi chuyenge. Par kuch hi din ki baat hain aap khud hi tarsengi humare liye.So jaiye begum."

( Believe me I know how dangerous and deadly you are. I can't wait to get to know you better. If you don't want then I won't touch you. But it's just a matter of few days before you yearn for me .Go to sleep begum.)

With that he kissed my forehead softly and went away to change his clothes. My eyes widened in shock.I released a breath which was stuck in my throat.I swear to god I almost forgot how to breathe. My legs gave up and I sat on the edge on the bed.

I have never had any man looking at me like this, like the way he looks at me. Maybe that's why I couldn't exactly figure out what emotions his gaze was giving away.

And the moment he called me wife I swear I melted into puddles right there and then. Maybe he isn't as bad as I expected him to be. Oh no no stop bringing out your over trusting instincts. It was always proven wrong every single time. I shouldn't dare to trust my instincts ever again.

I sighed and stood up again in front of the mirror to take off rest of my jewellery,leaving my anklets and bangles on. Well at least he has a handsome face as Rajeshwari said. I smiled remembering her silly comments. But then he came out from the changing room and the smile immediately vanished.

Shit did he saw me smiling like a idiot alone? Did he think I was smiling for him or something? I mean I technically was. 

"I need to change my clothes." I said looking at him. He nodded once, his face straight once again and I saw him walking towards the bed. We have to share a bed don't we? I am not giving up the comfy bed and I know neither will he. He is the king after all. 

"Which side of the bed do you take?"

"What?" I looked at him confused. Why does he want to know that?

"I asked which side of the bed do you take usually?" He asked pointing at the bed.

"Oh the right side." He nodded again and took the left side of the bed.

Oh god. Shit. I am in trouble. In big time trouble. And this time I don't know my way out!