It's been hours. But all I did was tossed and turned around in the bed. Sleep is on a flight away from my eyes meanwhile my husband is sleeping like a baby. I am even afraid to move closer to anywhere near him. That man is pure seduction wrapped in a barbaric body and I know I will burn if I touch him. I already am.The encounter earlier was an enough prove for that.
Ughhh. I want to scream so loud that I can't feel my throat . The whole situation is so frustrating.
In normal situation people would be happy to marry their crush. Am I? Happy?
All my life I thought I lead the most boring life ever. I studied all my life,then moved abroad to study again,lived like every other college girl, never had a boyfriend,well I was too delusional for that. But now my life is more happening than a kdrama. All kind of things are happening.
Maybe because I slept all day long I am not able to sleep or maybe because I have never slept with a man before I am nervous. I think it's more likely the later one. I looked at his sleeping figure once again.
God is really unfair sometimes. Guys don't even care about their lashes but they would be having the most beautiful,long,thick lashes ever. Quite to the contrary like his usual face he looks like an innocent little boy while sleeping. His face is turned towards my side,one arm under his head.The soft fabric of his kurta barely hide the biceps that could twist my head in a snap. Quite literally.
But his face. His face literally doesn't fit this body.I suddenly felt this weird urge to caress his cheeks gently.
Control!
I don't know what kind of person he actually is. He could be a manslaughter. Two sweet words and I am acting like a teenager falling in love for the first time.
I turned my body to the opposite side and got down the bed. Damn these bangles are anklets. Always making unwanted noises. The sound echoed around the chamber. I turned around to look at him to see if he had woke up. He looks too peaceful to be disturbed. I sighed in relief as I saw him still sleeping.
I took my step as cautiously as I could to go to the balcony. It was full time summer which meant the nights were cold and skies were clearer. As soon as I got outside the cold breeze touched me. The atmosphere was dark,eerie. It looked like the whole fortress was resting except me.
I let my hair down to let them sway in the air. I hate tying my hair up. I remember how mumma used to scold me for always leaving my hair down. She said I looked like some homeless person roaming around the house. I used to hate when she would shout at me. But now I would do anything to hear her sweet voice,even if that voice is shouting at me.
Unconsciously tears dropped down my face. My legs gave up and I sat on the floor.Sobbing.It was always like this at night for these two months. In daytime, I was fine. People was with me all the time. Either Meena or Rajeshwari. But at night it felt cold,lonely. The dark reminded me of my pain. My life that I left behind,my parents, my friends or even my cat.
If I am dead there then they must be devastated. I cried even more thinking about them. How am I to deal with this situation? Am I supposed to sit here and pretend wife?
Suddenly a pair of arms held me. I winced at the touch and looked up to see it was the Sultan.
"I know you don't want me to touch you but for now just let me help you.You are safe.It's okay,just let it out. All of it."He caressed my head holding me in his arms.
"I don't know why you are crying but it will be okay. I make it okay."
In my whole time here for two months I never had anyone to comfort me like this. I never had someone's arm to cry on,not in here, not even in my past life. So when he offered to comfort me I couldn't deny anymore. I let it all out.
I hugged him back,tightly clutching his kurta in my hands. I sobbed so much I could feel his kurta getting wet but I was in too pain to feel embarrassed.
In the solace of his arms and the night I finally let my heart and eye out.
-
I don't know when I fell asleep or when and how did I end up sleeping back in the bed. I am pretty sure sultan carried me here. The embarrassment was finally hitting me. God I acted like a fool yesterday all together and he even had to console and carry me. When I woke the next morning I didn't see him beside me. He must've left early morning. I kinda want to thank him for yesterday.
Despite behaving like a insolent woman he did help me feel nice. Because I feel much better now,a lot lighter. Maybe I can say this in person to him.
"What are thinking about so hard,baisa?" Meena asked while drying my wet hair with the ash pot.While I was putting the vermilion on my head for the very first, as a married woman. It feels foreign,strange almost unreal. I never thought I would get married at 20.
"Nothing important." I dismissed the conversation
"Privacy!" Came a large and authoritative voice. I immediately turned around to see the sultan standing in the chamber. Not gonna lie his sharp voice made me a little nervous. All the maids in the room started scurrying away one by one.
Shit. I wasn't wearing my dupatta. Which meant I was only in my blouse and skirt. It's not like I am not used to revealing clothes. I wore them all the time in America. But in front him, all my confidence seems to disappear. I stood up my eyes searching for the dupatta,which of course is behind him on the bed. My life struggles are more than Ananya Panday I swear.
This time I will take the initiative. I stood up immediately from the chair I was sitting on and approached him but with confidence this time.
"I wanted to thank you for yesterday. It must've been an unpleasant sight, looking at me crying like that. I am sorry and thankful at the same time. I just miss my family and home." I really do.
"Honestly it looked more than that. I know you are lying but I won't force you to say anything. I believe you will say it when you want to. I came here because I didn't give you my wedding gift. I was supposed to give it yesterday but I forgot."
He dismissed the subject as immediately as I brought it up. As if he knew how to handle this kind of situation.
Wait.
A wedding gift? He brought me a gift?!
"Give me your hands."
I forwarded my hands hesitantly towards him. My bangles making noise in the process. The moment felt so tense and the air felt a bit heavier .He took my left hand and pushed through a golden round ring with a small red stone in the center. Even though the design is so old, it looked really elegant. Something people would definitely adore in the modern age.
As he put the ring on my finger he placed a kiss on top of it.
I bit my lips as my body shakes almost quivering. His eyes moved from my hands to my eyes. I felt my body frozen the moment he looked into my eyes. Like he was try to make me believe something.Is he trying to woo me or something? If he is it's definitely working.
"It's my mother's ring. She received it from her mother-in-law. Now it belongs to you. Our marriage must have taken place under certain circumstances but you are still my wife. I know you don't trust me yet but I will try my best to make you trust me." He said still holding my hands.
"Do you have any other wife?"
"What? Where did that even come from?" He said in pure amusement.
I myself don't know. I just blurted it out without thinking first. Maybe because I was afraid of being the second option.
( I asked you first. I want answer first. Tell me do you have any other wife?? Or do you plan to marry again?)
He chuckled shaking his head. Did I overstep my boundaries? What if he gets mad.? Me and my big mouth I swear.
"Nehi. Humari aur koyi begum nehi hain. Aur hum dusri koyi nikah karne nehi wale hain. Chinta maat kariye,hum sirf aapke hain. Sultan Rashid pe sirf Rajkumari Yaksha ka haq hain." He bopped my nose.
( No. I don't have any other wife. And I am not going to marry a second time. Don't worry I am only yours. Only Princess Yaksha has rights over Sultan Rashid.)
I frowned at him. "I didn't mean it that way! I am not being possessive or something. It's just I don't like sharing my things."
"Yeah right! It basically means the same. But I like seeing you like this more. Fierce face suits you not that crying sobbing face,little wife."
"Don't call me little! I am not little!" My face reddens in anger and embarrassment.
"Itni choti si toh hai.Umar main bhi aur kad se bhi. Hum toh aapko choti hi bulayenge."
( You are so little. Both in age and height. I will call you little only)
"Hum chote nehi hain! Woh toh aap hain jo vishal akar ke hain. Itna lamba koyi hota hain?!"
( I am not little! It's you who is giant. How can someone be so tall?!)
This time he smiled in full bloom. It's my first time seeing him laugh like that.That's when I noticed. He had fucking dimples!Dimples. Deep and annoyingly attractive as hell dimples. On both sides of his cheek. That stupid man. He keeps making things harder for me.
"Chaaliye hum jaate hain. Nasta kar lena aur haan koshish kijiye ga humein zyada yaad na karne ki." That narcissist man!
( I will go now. Have your breakfast and yes try not to miss me much.)
And he left with that.
When I got married I was expecting a selfish,cheating king who will only expect a heir from me. I thought I would not fall for him because duh he will be a bad person.But here it's the total opposite . I didn't expect a man like him. Well he is a bit narcissist and handsome. God I sound obsessed with him.No matter how much I want to keep my guard up, he always does something to knock the wall down. And it's has been only a day.
I will let him try. Try as much as you want sultan Rashid. I am not falling for you. Not now,not ever. Maybe this is all because he just wants an heir from me. I am sure that's just what it is.
After he left all dazed and confused I had my breakfast. God knows how much I needed a nice breakfast. All of this is literally taking a toll on me.
"Begum sahiba,Shehzadi Aaliyah is here to meet you." An attendant said from outside.
"Yes. Let her in."
Exactly what I needed. My time here is barely passing. I was thinking of visiting her anyways.
"Bhabijaan!!"
Ah what an energy ball.
"Kya ho gaya Aaliyah ji. Aayiye bethiye humare pas." I said patting the bed.
(What happened? Come sit with me)
"Hum toh aapko pehle hi milne aana chahte the. Phir socha aap thak gayi hongi aur bhaijaan k daravna chehera bhi yaad aa gaya." She lied down on the bed removing her dupatta.
(I wanted to come earlier to meet you. But then I thought you must be tired and then I remembered brother's scary face.)
( Tired? Why would I be tired? I had such a nice evening nap yesterday!)
She got up on her elbows and looked at me almost like I am some stupid girl. I gave her a what look.
"Sach mein bhabijaan? Apko pata nehi hum kya kehna chate hain ye phir aap ban rahi hain?"
( Really? You don't know what I am trying to say or you are just acting?)
What the hell is she talking about what will...oh. Oh. OH!
"You naughty girl! Nothing like that happened!" I got up from the bed. I swear my cheeks turned the deepest shade of red.
"Really? Nothing? But it was your wedding night! Doesn't it happens on the first night?" She followed me behind.
"No. It doesn't work like that Aaliyah. Before you get intimate with a man you have to know him. You have to understand his feelings. Make sure he is the one for you. Make sure you love him and him only. So that you don't regret it later." Of course this thing doesn't matter nowadays. It's not like I am judging or anything. If people wants to do something it's upto them why should I judge. It's just my opinion.
"But you are already married! If not him then who else would you love?" She made a confused face.
"I guess I can't make you understand in details but you will know that when time comes. Now would you like to give me a tour of the palace? I really need to know where is what."
"Of course. Come! I know this palace by heart. I know places even most of the maids or guards don't know. Only bhaijaan does. You choose the right person bhabijaan!" She grabbed her dupatta placing it over her head again and I did the same.
We explored every single corner of the palace. Well I explored because Aaliyah already knows these routes by heart. The palace was so huge,majestic and mysterious. I couldn't take everything at once. All the places I only saw in the movies or in museums were here,live in front of me!
I was living it. The life I only imagined while looking at those specific portraits of a museum. How did I come to this? And why does all these feel so familiar yet foreign! Can I ever find out the reason of my transmigration? If I do can I go back? What if I am stuck here forever and can't go back ever.
While Aaliyah was leading me through the corridors of the magnificent castle I was lost in my thoughts while ogling at these massive stones and walls. Some designs were graved on red walls while others were carved into white marbles.
Even some Islamic verse were carved into some walls.
While walking I stumbled upon a different kind of space of the palace. While every single space was different than the other,this one single space seemed quite different from the other ones. So naturally curiosity rose in me. Aaliyah too particularly seemed to avoid this particular place.
"Aaliyah wait! Why are walking so fast all of sudden? What happened? What is this place?" I asked barely catching upon her.
"What would happen? Nothing h-happened. We are almost done with all the place. Let's go to the servants quarters. They are very excited to officially meet you." She tried to walk away grabbing me in a hurry.
Once we were out of there she finally looked relieved,like she was under some massive pressure.
"Aaliyah,please tell me what was that? Because the way you acted wasn't normal. Is something wrong there? Is that why you hurried out?"
"Woh karma humari ammi,Thaani begum ka hain. Woh abbujaan ki dusri begum hain.Hum nehi chahte aap unse mile. Kam se kam ese toh bilkul nehi. Isse age humse kuch na puchiyega. Hum isse age nehi bata sakte. Humein maaf kijiye bhabijaan."
( That room in that space is my mother's,Thaani begum. She is my father's second wife.I don't want you to meet her. At least not like these. Please don't ask me anything else. I can't tell you. I am sorry bhabijaan.)
"Areh koyi nehi. Chaliye aap kaha le jana chahti hain waha chalte hain."
( It's okay. Let's go wherever you want to go.)
Even though I said it was okay my curiosity only grew more. What was so bad about here? Sultan has two mothers then? Did his father married more than once then? I mean it is quite common here in this time so I can't really question it. But then why wouldn't Sultan marry again? Well good for him because I wouldn't tolerate being another one of his options. But still so many questions and as always no answers.
But you know what they say, Curiosity kills the cat. So I shouldn't prey too much.
We headed towards to servant quarters to meet so many delegate and hard working women. Some women were literally working because they had the hardest life. Some were widowed,some were with a child, some had left their husbands because they tortured them while some chose to stay. Some were here for their family because they were the only earning members in there family.
It made me a little more grateful about my life. I mean I have it quite easy than they do. They were literally trying to just make an earning to make their life a little easier. While I had food served in a golden plate. No need to worry about a roof or food or clothes.
Not to mention that women in this time didn't have their lives any easy. Where man were glorified for beating their wive. Maybe somewhere they still are.
"Hum jese nacheez se milne malika-e-taher khud aayi hain ye dekh kar hum sab bohot khush huye hain. Begum sahiba ke khidmat mein hum sab har dafa moujood rahenge. Aapki hukum sar akhon pe." A slightly elder woman came forward taking my hand and kissing it.
( The queen came here herself to meet these lowly servants,it made us very happy. We will always be here to serve her highness. Your orders will be respected)
A looked and Aaliyah with a questioning look and she whispered 'Head servant' in my ears.
I nodded my head looked towards her.
"Esa maat kahiye. Ye humara kartavya hain. Aap sabko dekhna bhi humera kaam hain. Kuch bhi abeshakta ho hum aap sab ke liye humesha prastut rahenge."
( Please don't say so. This is my duty. I have to look after you people too. If you ever need me I am here for you guys.)
"Sultan ke baad ab hum sab aapke hi hukum manenge.Awaal begum ne sab jimmadari aapko saupa hain. Abhi ye hurem apko hi dekhna hain begum sahiba."
( After sultan it's your order we would listen to you First Lady has hand over all the duties to you. Now you have to look after this inner court.)
I again looked at Aaliyah and as if understanding What foreign language is she speaking!aliyah again mouthed 'Badi-ammi' to me.
My feet went cold listening to her. So I had to do everything that is expected from a queen? But I don't know a thing about these. All the princess in ancient times were always prepared for these. They were prepared to be queen. To do all these duties. And I don't know a thing about it. How am supposed to order them when I don't know how any of it works.
I will have to come everyday here to learn what exactly I need to do and how. After talking with them for a while Aaliyah said it was time to return to our chambers. I bid them goodbye reluctantly because I had so much fun talking to them. It was like we were all one big friend circle.
I guess I need to come again and again here.
But the one question that was left in my head was who was these two women in the palace? Why wasn't I allowed to meet any of them? And why didn't anyone let me talk to them?
If I am dead there then they must be devastated. I cried even more thinking about them. How am I to deal with this situation? Am I supposed to sit here and pretend wife?
Suddenly a pair of arms held me. I winced at the touch and looked up to see it was the Sultan.
"I know you don't want me to touch you but for now just let me help you.You are safe.It's okay,just let it out. All of it."He caressed my head holding me in his arms.
"I don't know why you are crying but it will be okay. I make it okay."
In my whole time here for two months I never had anyone to comfort me like this. I never had someone's arm to cry on,not in here, not even in my past life. So when he offered to comfort me I couldn't deny anymore. I let it all out.
I hugged him back,tightly clutching his kurta in my hands. I sobbed so much I could feel his kurta getting wet but I was in too pain to feel embarrassed.
In the solace of his arms and the night I finally let my heart and eye out.
-
I don't know when I fell asleep or when and how did I end up sleeping back in the bed. I am pretty sure sultan carried me here. The embarrassment was finally hitting me. God I acted like a fool yesterday all together and he even had to console and carry me. When I woke the next morning I didn't see him beside me. He must've left early morning. I kinda want to thank him for yesterday.
Despite behaving like a insolent woman he did help me feel nice. Because I feel much better now,a lot lighter. Maybe I can say this in person to him.
"What are thinking about so hard,baisa?" Meena asked while drying my wet hair with the ash pot.While I was putting the vermilion on my head for the very first, as a married woman. It feels foreign,strange almost unreal. I never thought I would get married at 20.
"Nothing important." I dismissed the conversation
"Privacy!" Came a large and authoritative voice. I immediately turned around to see the sultan standing in the chamber. Not gonna lie his sharp voice made me a little nervous. All the maids in the room started scurrying away one by one.
Shit. I wasn't wearing my dupatta. Which meant I was only in my blouse and skirt. It's not like I am not used to revealing clothes. I wore them all the time in America. But in front him, all my confidence seems to disappear. I stood up my eyes searching for the dupatta,which of course is behind him on the bed. My life struggles are more than Ananya Panday I swear.
This time I will take the initiative. I stood up immediately from the chair I was sitting on and approached him but with confidence this time.
"I wanted to thank you for yesterday. It must've been an unpleasant sight, looking at me crying like that. I am sorry and thankful at the same time. I just miss my family and home." I really do.
"Honestly it looked more than that. I know you are lying but I won't force you to say anything. I believe you will say it when you want to. I came here because I didn't give you my wedding gift. I was supposed to give it yesterday but I forgot."
He dismissed the subject as immediately as I brought it up. As if he knew how to handle this kind of situation.
Wait.
A wedding gift? He brought me a gift?!
"Give me your hands."
I forwarded my hands hesitantly towards him. My bangles making noise in the process. The moment felt so tense and the air felt a bit heavier .He took my left hand and pushed through a golden round ring with a small red stone in the center. Even though the design is so old, it looked really elegant. Something people would definitely adore in the modern age.
As he put the ring on my finger he placed a kiss on top of it.
I bit my lips as my body shakes almost quivering. His eyes moved from my hands to my eyes. I felt my body frozen the moment he looked into my eyes. Like he was try to make me believe something.Is he trying to woo me or something? If he is it's definitely working.
"It's my mother's ring. She received it from her mother-in-law. Now it belongs to you. Our marriage must have taken place under certain circumstances but you are still my wife. I know you don't trust me yet but I will try my best to make you trust me." He said still holding my hands.
"Do you have any other wife?"
"What? Where did that even come from?" He said in pure amusement.
I myself don't know. I just blurted it out without thinking first. Maybe because I was afraid of being the second option.
( I asked you first. I want answer first. Tell me do you have any other wife?? Or do you plan to marry again?)
He chuckled shaking his head. Did I overstep my boundaries? What if he gets mad.? Me and my big mouth I swear.
"Nehi. Humari aur koyi begum nehi hain. Aur hum dusri koyi nikah karne nehi wale hain. Chinta maat kariye,hum sirf aapke hain. Sultan Rashid pe sirf Rajkumari Yaksha ka haq hain." He bopped my nose.
( No. I don't have any other wife. And I am not going to marry a second time. Don't worry I am only yours. Only Princess Yaksha has rights over Sultan Rashid.)
I frowned at him. "I didn't mean it that way! I am not being possessive or something. It's just I don't like sharing my things."
"Yeah right! It basically means the same. But I like seeing you like this more. Fierce face suits you not that crying sobbing face,little wife."
"Don't call me little! I am not little!" My face reddens in anger and embarrassment.
"Itni choti si toh hai.Umar main bhi aur kad se bhi. Hum toh aapko choti hi bulayenge."
( You are so little. Both in age and height. I will call you little only)
"Hum chote nehi hain! Woh toh aap hain jo vishal akar ke hain. Itna lamba koyi hota hain?!"
( I am not little! It's you who is giant. How can someone be so tall?!)
This time he smiled in full bloom. It's my first time seeing him laugh like that.That's when I noticed. He had fucking dimples!Dimples. Deep and annoyingly attractive as hell dimples. On both sides of his cheek. That stupid man. He keeps making things harder for me.
"Chaaliye hum jaate hain. Nasta kar lena aur haan koshish kijiye ga humein zyada yaad na karne ki." That narcissist man!
( I will go now. Have your breakfast and yes try not to miss me much.)
And he left with that.
When I got married I was expecting a selfish,cheating king who will only expect a heir from me. I thought I would not fall for him because duh he will be a bad person.But here it's the total opposite . I didn't expect a man like him. Well he is a bit narcissist and handsome. God I sound obsessed with him.No matter how much I want to keep my guard up, he always does something to knock the wall down. And it's has been only a day.
I will let him try. Try as much as you want sultan Rashid. I am not falling for you. Not now,not ever. Maybe this is all because he just wants an heir from me. I am sure that's just what it is.
After he left all dazed and confused I had my breakfast. God knows how much I needed a nice breakfast. All of this is literally taking a toll on me.
"Begum sahiba,Shehzadi Aaliyah is here to meet you." An attendant said from outside.
"Yes. Let her in."
Exactly what I needed. My time here is barely passing. I was thinking of visiting her anyways.
"Bhabijaan!!"
Ah what an energy ball.
"Kya ho gaya Aaliyah ji. Aayiye bethiye humare pas." I said patting the bed.
(What happened? Come sit with me)
"Hum toh aapko pehle hi milne aana chahte the. Phir socha aap thak gayi hongi aur bhaijaan k daravna chehera bhi yaad aa gaya." She lied down on the bed removing her dupatta.
(I wanted to come earlier to meet you. But then I thought you must be tired and then I remembered brother's scary face.)
( Tired? Why would I be tired? I had such a nice evening nap yesterday!)
She got up on her elbows and looked at me almost like I am some stupid girl. I gave her a what look.
"Sach mein bhabijaan? Apko pata nehi hum kya kehna chate hain ye phir aap ban rahi hain?"
( Really? You don't know what I am trying to say or you are just acting?)
What the hell is she talking about what will...oh. Oh. OH!
"You naughty girl! Nothing like that happened!" I got up from the bed. I swear my cheeks turned the deepest shade of red.
"Really? Nothing? But it was your wedding night! Doesn't it happens on the first night?" She followed me behind.
"No. It doesn't work like that Aaliyah. Before you get intimate with a man you have to know him. You have to understand his feelings. Make sure he is the one for you. Make sure you love him and him only. So that you don't regret it later." Of course this thing doesn't matter nowadays. It's not like I am judging or anything. If people wants to do something it's upto them why should I judge. It's just my opinion.
"But you are already married! If not him then who else would you love?" She made a confused face.
"I guess I can't make you understand in details but you will know that when time comes. Now would you like to give me a tour of the palace? I really need to know where is what."
"Of course. Come! I know this palace by heart. I know places even most of the maids or guards don't know. Only bhaijaan does. You choose the right person bhabijaan!" She grabbed her dupatta placing it over her head again and I did the same.
We explored every single corner of the palace. Well I explored because Aaliyah already knows these routes by heart. The palace was so huge,majestic and mysterious. I couldn't take everything at once. All the places I only saw in the movies or in museums were here,live in front of me!
I was living it. The life I only imagined while looking at those specific portraits of a museum. How did I come to this? And why does all these feel so familiar yet foreign! Can I ever find out the reason of my transmigration? If I do can I go back? What if I am stuck here forever and can't go back ever.
While Aaliyah was leading me through the corridors of the magnificent castle I was lost in my thoughts while ogling at these massive stones and walls. Some designs were graved on red walls while others were carved into white marbles.
Even some Islamic verse were carved into some walls.
While walking I stumbled upon a different kind of space of the palace. While every single space was different than the other,this one single space seemed quite different from the other ones. So naturally curiosity rose in me. Aaliyah too particularly seemed to avoid this particular place.
"Aaliyah wait! Why are walking so fast all of sudden? What happened? What is this place?" I asked barely catching upon her.
"What would happen? Nothing h-happened. We are almost done with all the place. Let's go to the servants quarters. They are very excited to officially meet you." She tried to walk away grabbing me in a hurry.
Once we were out of there she finally looked relieved,like she was under some massive pressure.
"Aaliyah,please tell me what was that? Because the way you acted wasn't normal. Is something wrong there? Is that why you hurried out?"
"Woh karma humari ammi,Thaani begum ka hain. Woh abbujaan ki dusri begum hain.Hum nehi chahte aap unse mile. Kam se kam ese toh bilkul nehi. Isse age humse kuch na puchiyega. Hum isse age nehi bata sakte. Humein maaf kijiye bhabijaan."
( That room in that space is my mother's,Thaani begum. She is my father's second wife.I don't want you to meet her. At least not like these. Please don't ask me anything else. I can't tell you. I am sorry bhabijaan.)
"Areh koyi nehi. Chaliye aap kaha le jana chahti hain waha chalte hain."
( It's okay. Let's go wherever you want to go.)
Even though I said it was okay my curiosity only grew more. What was so bad about here? Sultan has two mothers then? Did his father married more than once then? I mean it is quite common here in this time so I can't really question it. But then why wouldn't Sultan marry again? Well good for him because I wouldn't tolerate being another one of his options. But still so many questions and as always no answers.
But you know what they say, Curiosity kills the cat. So I shouldn't prey too much.
We headed towards to servant quarters to meet so many delegate and hard working women. Some women were literally working because they had the hardest life. Some were widowed,some were with a child, some had left their husbands because they tortured them while some chose to stay. Some were here for their family because they were the only earning members in there family.
It made me a little more grateful about my life. I mean I have it quite easy than they do. They were literally trying to just make an earning to make their life a little easier. While I had food served in a golden plate. No need to worry about a roof or food or clothes.
Not to mention that women in this time didn't have their lives any easy. Where man were glorified for beating their wive. Maybe somewhere they still are.
"Hum jese nacheez se milne malika-e-taher khud aayi hain ye dekh kar hum sab bohot khush huye hain. Begum sahiba ke khidmat mein hum sab har dafa moujood rahenge. Aapki hukum sar akhon pe." A slightly elder woman came forward taking my hand and kissing it.
( The queen came here herself to meet these lowly servants,it made us very happy. We will always be here to serve her highness. Your orders will be respected)
A looked and Aaliyah with a questioning look and she whispered 'Head servant' in my ears.
I nodded my head looked towards her.
"Esa maat kahiye. Ye humara kartavya hain. Aap sabko dekhna bhi humera kaam hain. Kuch bhi abeshakta ho hum aap sab ke liye humesha prastut rahenge."
( Please don't say so. This is my duty. I have to look after you people too. If you ever need me I am here for you guys.)
"Sultan ke baad ab hum sab aapke hi hukum manenge.Awaal begum ne sab jimmadari aapko saupa hain. Abhi ye hurem apko hi dekhna hain begum sahiba."
( After sultan it's your order we would listen to you First Lady has hand over all the duties to you. Now you have to look after this inner court.)
I again looked at Aaliyah and as if understanding What foreign language is she speaking!aliyah again mouthed 'Badi-ammi' to me.
My feet went cold listening to her. So I had to do everything that is expected from a queen? But I don't know a thing about these. All the princess in ancient times were always prepared for these. They were prepared to be queen. To do all these duties. And I don't know a thing about it. How am supposed to order them when I don't know how any of it works.
I will have to come everyday here to learn what exactly I need to do and how. After talking with them for a while Aaliyah said it was time to return to our chambers. I bid them goodbye reluctantly because I had so much fun talking to them. It was like we were all one big friend circle.
I guess I need to come again and again here.
But the one question that was left in my head was who was these two women in the palace? Why wasn't I allowed to meet any of them? And why didn't anyone let me talk to them?
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