When I said the chamber was really big I totally underestimated the palace. Because the palace is thrice bigger than the Ratangarh palace. My feet hurts I swear. I was the one who wanted the tour but now I totally regret it. Over enthusiastic girl.
Splashing water at my face I came to the chamber and fell on the bed with a thud,removing the veil from my head and body . That's what you get for not exercising or working out ever. I hate working out. I once hit the gym in my life and that day I decided never to go to gym again.
Gym is not for me. Let's just say strength isn't my strongest virtue. And to top that all these heavy jewellery and lehenga. It's almost evening now which means I have missed my lunch and I am famished.
I called an attendee to serve me food. I haven't seen the Sultan since the morning incident. He didn't come back again.He must be busy,what do I have to do with it.Someone's approaching.My food must be here!! Or....not.
It's my supposedly husband.
He always comes unannounced. No manners whatsoever. Technically it's his room but he has a woman living here too! And I am not even wearing my dupatta,not that I am shy or anything in front of him.
"I heard you had a good time with Aaliyah?" He said removing his overcoat.
"I did. She gave me tour of the whole palace." I said walking towards where he is standing. "Since my husband is too busy for me, I had to ask someone else." My eyes widened as soon as the words left my mouth.What the hell came out of my mouth! What's wrong with me!
He turned towards me and raised an eyebrow with a teasing grin.He grabbed my wrist and jerked me towards him.
A gasp left my mouth as he put my hands in his chest. My palm pressed against his.I could feel his heartbeat. Slow and steady.Unlike mine. Which is going crazy.Is it possible for heart rate to go up in such pace? Am I sick or something.
I looked at my henna stained hand joined with his since I didn't have the courage to look up at his eyes. Clearly all my courage lefts my body as soon as he comes close.
He grabbed my chin with his free hands making me look at him. My lips parted his long fingers touched my face. There's a weird feeling in my body. It's new,fresh,never felt before. His thumb caressed my bottom lip and unknowingly a sound left my lips.
"Kya humari begum humse shikayat laga rahi hain? Woh bhi humare khud ke hi bareme?"
(Is my wife complaining to me? That to about my own self?)
No answer left my mouth. How could I? I was too lost in his eyes,his touch and the weird sensation all over my body.His thumb never stopped caressing my lips.He was doing this on purpose. He knows exactly what he is doing.This cunning Sultan.
"T-toh kya? Nehi kar sakte? Pure din nehi mile aap."
(S-so what? I can't do it? Didn't even find you the whole day.)
I stuttered but composed myself immediately.
"Itna yaad kar rahe humein malum hota toh hum toh bhag ke chale aate begum. Humein ekbar ilm kar dete."
( If I knew you missed me this much I would've come running. You should've told me.)
He brought my face even more closer. Our nose almost touching. I clenched my eyes shut. I can't bear such close proximity. My face heated up in anticipation.
"Look at you all heated up just by a small touch begum. I wonder what would happen if I were to do more."
"More?" I asked in a daze. I know what exactly more means. But I have this weird urge to hear him say what more he means. So much for staying controlled.
I opened my eyes and looked at his chest where our hands were joined. My henna stained hand was captured between his calloused and long fingers. As if to hold me there so I don't run away.
You won't,a voice in my head said.
He traced my bottom lips with his thumb,tracing my the line of jaw next.His hands slowly moved lower to my neck,rubbing my sensitive spot again and again.
His other hand left my wrist only to hold my bare waist. I couldn't even see clear at this point.Everything became blurry. He put his hand just below the hem of my blouse,brushing the skin under the line of the fabric.
He wasn't being verbal about this more,he was showing it. Showing what more he exactly means. And I wasn't rejecting it. If anything more I wanted to press myself more against him to get all I could.
The moment his thumb went under the blouse just a bit I left out an involuntary moan. I saw his lips tugging upwards.He was doing nothing but still doing everything. He wasn't going in any further just touching the edge but still my body went hot.
"Mhmm more."He purred against my ear,sending goosebumps throughout my whole body. His lips brushed against my skin like a velvet was gazing my skin.
"So much more begum. But you don't want me to touch you do you? So I won't." He withdrew his hands from my waist and neck. And disappeared into the bathing chamber in a second.
He left.
He just fucking left.
Even after touching me!
And I stood there like the way he left me.
Is this how you want to do this? You want game? Fine! You will get game.
I sat on the edge of the bed while he came back wearing just a thin,soft kurta which didn't left much for my imagination. His kurta clinging onto his wet body while he raked his fingers though his wet hair to dry them.
And here I was ogling like a owl. There's a smug look in his face.Shit he caught me staring at him like a fool. I looked away quickly. He knows he is handsome and is using it to his advantage.
My thoughts went to earlier. The way we were so close,the way he was touching my wrist, the way he grabbed my chin,the way he was looking at me. I gulped remembering all his sensual yet non sensual touches.
Maybe I should just become a babymaker for him. The urge to let go of my control keeps increasing and it's been just 2 days. My intrusive thoughts are definitely winning.
If he can tease me like that so can I! I am woman after all. The ultimate epitome of seduction!
The game is on dear husband.
"Ese hi ghurte rahegi toh aakhein bahar nikal ayegi begum. Aap kahe toh humara ek chitra banale shahi chitrakaar se kehke? Phir pure din rooh bharke dekh payegi humein,sath leke chal bhi sakenge."
(If you keep staring at me like this then your eyes will come out. If you say should I ask the royal painter to paint a portrait of me? Then you can look at me with all your heart,you can keep it to yourself all day too)
He said bending himself to lower to the height of where I am sitting,coming face to face.
My face reddened in embarrassment.I can't even punch his face because one he is sultan,two I don't have enough strength,three I can't face such handsome face.
Before I could come up with some comeback an attendee voiced out that she brought food.
He straightened his posture immediately and told her to enter,while I fixed my veil back.My mind immediately diverted to the food.My food grumbled at the sight of the food leaving me embarrassed.
Can you not my body? It seems to act without my consent these days.
To make it even worse I saw him smiling slightly.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I screamed internally. Will remember to do it loudly when he is not around.
"Aap nehi khayenge?" I asked only out of pure decency. It's not like I am worried or something.
( You won't eat?)
"Aaj kal khane ki bhuk nehi lagti. Aap kha lijiye. Humein sona hain."
( These days I am not hungry for food. You eat. I want to sleep.)
Whatever. I had done my duty. If he is not hungry for food then what is he hungry for? Confusing man.
Ahh at least I get to eat food. I miss YouTube. I always used to watch any series of videos while eating. Here I have to eat while starring at the wall.
Kya dekhu? Diwar ke nakshe mein kitne saare phool hain?
(What should I see? How many flowers are there in the design of the wall?)
I should definitely pick up some activity. Doesn't a queen have so many duties? I will see tomorrow if there's something I can do to pass time. I haven't talk to my brother-in-law yet. Maybe we can have a conversation or something. He seems fun.
Maybe I should just ask the sultan to eat with me. Who goes to sleep with empty stomach!
I am doing it out of pure decency. It's not like I want him to spend more time with me or I am worried or anything.
Huh! Why would I be.
"Suniye" I raised my voice a bit so he could hear me.
( Listen)
"Kahiye begum" he said still not waking up from his sleeping position.
( Say begum.)
"Aap sach mein nehi khayenge?"
( You really won't eat?)
"Kuyn aapko chinta ho rahi hain humari?" He finally sat on the bed looking at me. Even from the distance I could see his smug face.
( Why are you worried about me?)
Can he stop being so narcissist for even a moment! He's so full of himself oh god. I got up from the couch I was sitting on and went to the bed to sit near him with the plate of food on my hand.
"She brought too much food for me. I don't think I can finish it all and I don't want to waste food too." I pointed at the plate with my eyes.
Lies. No food is too much for me ever.
"Are you sure that's the only case here?" He backed away making space for me to sit on the bed.
"Of course. Why else would I offer you? Here take some from me." I put some of the food in another empty plate for him to eat.
"I don't want to."
He said all of a sudden.
What? What doesn't he want to? Eat?
"You don't want to eat? But the food w-" He interrupted me before I could finish my sentence.
"I want to eat but not like this." He shook his head.
Oh god I am so confused. Is there a different way of eating here or something.
"Tell me properly so I can understand! You are confusing me." I sat on the bed with the plates in my hands not figuring out what to do with them.
"I want you to feed me with your hands." He looked at the food and then at me.
Huh!
"In your dreams!" I said offended.
"Oh sure I do dream of you begum. But those dreams contents are nowhere near you feeding me. In those dreams I feast on something that I would like to have very much very soon."
I blinked several times trying to register what he just said. My cheeks instantly went red and I lowered my gaze in both embarrassment and disbelief. This man knows no bounds I swear. How could he just say something like this so easily!
"Ese hi bolte rahenge toh hum nehi khilayenge aapko!"
( If you keep speaking like this then I won't feed you.)
I muttered under my breath.
"Areh aap toh naraz ho gayi. Chaliye nehi kahenge. Khila dijiye humein begum?" He looked at me with puppy eyes instantly changing his previous demeanour.
( You got angry? Okay I won't say anything anymore. Please feed me begum?)
How can you ever reject anyone if he looks at you like that with that kind of person face and request you something so simple! If he asked now I would have honestly given him everything.
I tore a piece of my roti and dipped in into the curry and forwarded it to him. He immediately took the bite licking his lips as if to show him how delicious it was.
But at that moment something else looked more delicious. Him. Freshly showered,sitting here wearing that loose and thin kurta, I gulped trying to get out every ounce of nasty thoughts from me.
I tore another one but this time his touch came in contact with my fingers making me withdraw instantly,while he looked like he did nothing.
Tearing another bite I forwarded it to him but he shook his head and pointed it me.
" You have to eat too."
We both ate together while making some small conversations. Mostly it was me talking and he questioning. But I felt nice nevertheless. I don't know why I agreed feeding him or I don't know why I am making these efforts. I can barely figure myself out. But I don't hate it.
We both finished eating and prepared for bed.It's late and tomorrow seems to be an eventful day for me. I washed my hands and went to bed to sleep. He was again lying on the left side. See how am I supposed to keep my heart from fluttering when he does these small things for me.
He makes me wanna give this,whatever it is a shot. We even started off on the wrong foot. Maybe I should just apologise and get over it. I have to live here now,turning him against me isn't going to do me any favours.
I lied on the bed removing my veil,facing him. He looks so cute which sleeping. Literally not half as annoying as when he is awake. And I don't know when I fell asleep while staring at him.
-
The-there's something heavy on me. Ugh I can barely breathe. What is it! Why can't I move it.
"Please let me sleep begum." A voice husky,rough,proving that the person is still in his sleep. But I am not. I am wide awake. Because this heavy man is currently caging me between his arm and body and I can barely move. Even when I try to move his arms, he holds me even more tightly.
That's not the only problem here though. His arms are just beneath my chest. Almost touching my breast. I can feel his breathing on the my nape and his chest on my back. His hard and probably muscular chest.
Someone save me please.
"Can you stop squirming so much? I am trying to sleep." His word ticking my ears,sending shivers throughout my whole body. His face now in the crook of my neck. I could feel his light stubble gazing my skin.
I let out deep sighs.
I couldn't move an inch. Some part of my mind forbid me to even try. And that part is currently taking over the rational side. I never had someone holding me like this. Maybe that's the reason I don't want to fight.
I kind of want to stay here. In his arms. It feels weirdly safe, protected.
So I should definitely listen to my instincts right? Right? Right? Right.
I don't even know when I fell asleep again feeling safe and sound in his arm. But I woke alone,again.
There was this strange empty feeling in my heart. Like I was expecting to wake up in his arms or something. Grow up will you?
"Baisa? Are you up?" Meena said removing the curtains from the side of the bed.
"Ah yes I am." I thought I wouldn't sleep well after coming here. I always took time to adjust into new atmosphere. But surprisingly here I sleep well. I don't stay up late like I used to. And it's been only two nights.
"Sultan ji ne kaha tha hum apko suchit karde ki aaj raat unhone aapki shan mein dawat rakha hain."
( Sultan told me to tell you that he is holding a celebratory dinner for you tonight.)
"Yeh aap urdu kabse bolne lagi?"
(Since when do you speak urdu?)
Wait.Wait a minute. A celebratory dinner? Tonight? What the hell? And I am being informed just now? He must be a sultan but he definitely lacks manners. Shouldn't he inform me first? And directly.
"Aur ye humein aab bataya ja raha hain?" I asked getting up from the bed.
(And I am being informed just now?)
"Humein bhi kebal hi pata chala."
(I got to know just now too.)
"We don't have time Meena! Let's hurry. I have to take a bath,dry my hair,get ready and also eat breakfast in between."
I took a quick bath. And Meena was helping me drying my hair.
"Baisa Shehzadi Aaliyah aayi hain." I turned to look at Aaliyah entering. My mood lightened up immediately. She is such a joy ball.
( Princess Aaliyah is here)
"Hum aapke liya apka libas laye hain.Khas aj raat ke dawat ki liye. Aur khaas baat kya hain pata hain? Bhaijaan ne khud aapke liye pasand karke beja hain."
(I brought you your attire. Specially for tonight's dinner. And do you know what's more special? Brother choose it himself for you.)
I took a peek at the at attire she brought. It was a deep green lehenga with beautiful embroidery on it.
"Hara rang sultan ji ko pasand hain shayed. Aap par ye rang aur khilega dekhna baisa!" Meena clapped her hands together in excitement.
( Green colour must be sultan's favourite. This colour will suit you!)
"And what's the colour he hates Aaliyah?" I asked getting up from the chair I have been sitting on.
"Huh? Why do you want to know that? I don't think he particularly hates any colour. But I think he dislikes orange colour. I have almost never seen him wearing orange."
"Really? What a shame. Orange is my favourite colour." It is not. But I don't particularly dislike it.
"Meena can you bring that orange lehenga I brought? The one with gold threads on it? I will wear it tonight."
He always comes unannounced. No manners whatsoever. Technically it's his room but he has a woman living here too! And I am not even wearing my dupatta,not that I am shy or anything in front of him.
"I heard you had a good time with Aaliyah?" He said removing his overcoat.
"I did. She gave me tour of the whole palace." I said walking towards where he is standing. "Since my husband is too busy for me, I had to ask someone else." My eyes widened as soon as the words left my mouth.What the hell came out of my mouth! What's wrong with me!
He turned towards me and raised an eyebrow with a teasing grin.He grabbed my wrist and jerked me towards him.
A gasp left my mouth as he put my hands in his chest. My palm pressed against his.I could feel his heartbeat. Slow and steady.Unlike mine. Which is going crazy.Is it possible for heart rate to go up in such pace? Am I sick or something.
I looked at my henna stained hand joined with his since I didn't have the courage to look up at his eyes. Clearly all my courage lefts my body as soon as he comes close.
He grabbed my chin with his free hands making me look at him. My lips parted his long fingers touched my face. There's a weird feeling in my body. It's new,fresh,never felt before. His thumb caressed my bottom lip and unknowingly a sound left my lips.
"Kya humari begum humse shikayat laga rahi hain? Woh bhi humare khud ke hi bareme?"
(Is my wife complaining to me? That to about my own self?)
No answer left my mouth. How could I? I was too lost in his eyes,his touch and the weird sensation all over my body.His thumb never stopped caressing my lips.He was doing this on purpose. He knows exactly what he is doing.This cunning Sultan.
"T-toh kya? Nehi kar sakte? Pure din nehi mile aap."
(S-so what? I can't do it? Didn't even find you the whole day.)
I stuttered but composed myself immediately.
"Itna yaad kar rahe humein malum hota toh hum toh bhag ke chale aate begum. Humein ekbar ilm kar dete."
( If I knew you missed me this much I would've come running. You should've told me.)
He brought my face even more closer. Our nose almost touching. I clenched my eyes shut. I can't bear such close proximity. My face heated up in anticipation.
"Look at you all heated up just by a small touch begum. I wonder what would happen if I were to do more."
"More?" I asked in a daze. I know what exactly more means. But I have this weird urge to hear him say what more he means. So much for staying controlled.
I opened my eyes and looked at his chest where our hands were joined. My henna stained hand was captured between his calloused and long fingers. As if to hold me there so I don't run away.
You won't,a voice in my head said.
He traced my bottom lips with his thumb,tracing my the line of jaw next.His hands slowly moved lower to my neck,rubbing my sensitive spot again and again.
His other hand left my wrist only to hold my bare waist. I couldn't even see clear at this point.Everything became blurry. He put his hand just below the hem of my blouse,brushing the skin under the line of the fabric.
He wasn't being verbal about this more,he was showing it. Showing what more he exactly means. And I wasn't rejecting it. If anything more I wanted to press myself more against him to get all I could.
The moment his thumb went under the blouse just a bit I left out an involuntary moan. I saw his lips tugging upwards.He was doing nothing but still doing everything. He wasn't going in any further just touching the edge but still my body went hot.
"Mhmm more."He purred against my ear,sending goosebumps throughout my whole body. His lips brushed against my skin like a velvet was gazing my skin.
"So much more begum. But you don't want me to touch you do you? So I won't." He withdrew his hands from my waist and neck. And disappeared into the bathing chamber in a second.
He left.
He just fucking left.
Even after touching me!
And I stood there like the way he left me.
Is this how you want to do this? You want game? Fine! You will get game.
I sat on the edge of the bed while he came back wearing just a thin,soft kurta which didn't left much for my imagination. His kurta clinging onto his wet body while he raked his fingers though his wet hair to dry them.
And here I was ogling like a owl. There's a smug look in his face.Shit he caught me staring at him like a fool. I looked away quickly. He knows he is handsome and is using it to his advantage.
My thoughts went to earlier. The way we were so close,the way he was touching my wrist, the way he grabbed my chin,the way he was looking at me. I gulped remembering all his sensual yet non sensual touches.
Maybe I should just become a babymaker for him. The urge to let go of my control keeps increasing and it's been just 2 days. My intrusive thoughts are definitely winning.
If he can tease me like that so can I! I am woman after all. The ultimate epitome of seduction!
The game is on dear husband.
"Ese hi ghurte rahegi toh aakhein bahar nikal ayegi begum. Aap kahe toh humara ek chitra banale shahi chitrakaar se kehke? Phir pure din rooh bharke dekh payegi humein,sath leke chal bhi sakenge."
(If you keep staring at me like this then your eyes will come out. If you say should I ask the royal painter to paint a portrait of me? Then you can look at me with all your heart,you can keep it to yourself all day too)
He said bending himself to lower to the height of where I am sitting,coming face to face.
My face reddened in embarrassment.I can't even punch his face because one he is sultan,two I don't have enough strength,three I can't face such handsome face.
Before I could come up with some comeback an attendee voiced out that she brought food.
He straightened his posture immediately and told her to enter,while I fixed my veil back.My mind immediately diverted to the food.My food grumbled at the sight of the food leaving me embarrassed.
Can you not my body? It seems to act without my consent these days.
To make it even worse I saw him smiling slightly.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I screamed internally. Will remember to do it loudly when he is not around.
"Aap nehi khayenge?" I asked only out of pure decency. It's not like I am worried or something.
( You won't eat?)
"Aaj kal khane ki bhuk nehi lagti. Aap kha lijiye. Humein sona hain."
( These days I am not hungry for food. You eat. I want to sleep.)
Whatever. I had done my duty. If he is not hungry for food then what is he hungry for? Confusing man.
Ahh at least I get to eat food. I miss YouTube. I always used to watch any series of videos while eating. Here I have to eat while starring at the wall.
Kya dekhu? Diwar ke nakshe mein kitne saare phool hain?
(What should I see? How many flowers are there in the design of the wall?)
I should definitely pick up some activity. Doesn't a queen have so many duties? I will see tomorrow if there's something I can do to pass time. I haven't talk to my brother-in-law yet. Maybe we can have a conversation or something. He seems fun.
Maybe I should just ask the sultan to eat with me. Who goes to sleep with empty stomach!
I am doing it out of pure decency. It's not like I want him to spend more time with me or I am worried or anything.
Huh! Why would I be.
"Suniye" I raised my voice a bit so he could hear me.
( Listen)
"Kahiye begum" he said still not waking up from his sleeping position.
( Say begum.)
"Aap sach mein nehi khayenge?"
( You really won't eat?)
"Kuyn aapko chinta ho rahi hain humari?" He finally sat on the bed looking at me. Even from the distance I could see his smug face.
( Why are you worried about me?)
Can he stop being so narcissist for even a moment! He's so full of himself oh god. I got up from the couch I was sitting on and went to the bed to sit near him with the plate of food on my hand.
"She brought too much food for me. I don't think I can finish it all and I don't want to waste food too." I pointed at the plate with my eyes.
Lies. No food is too much for me ever.
"Are you sure that's the only case here?" He backed away making space for me to sit on the bed.
"Of course. Why else would I offer you? Here take some from me." I put some of the food in another empty plate for him to eat.
"I don't want to."
He said all of a sudden.
What? What doesn't he want to? Eat?
"You don't want to eat? But the food w-" He interrupted me before I could finish my sentence.
"I want to eat but not like this." He shook his head.
Oh god I am so confused. Is there a different way of eating here or something.
"Tell me properly so I can understand! You are confusing me." I sat on the bed with the plates in my hands not figuring out what to do with them.
"I want you to feed me with your hands." He looked at the food and then at me.
Huh!
"In your dreams!" I said offended.
"Oh sure I do dream of you begum. But those dreams contents are nowhere near you feeding me. In those dreams I feast on something that I would like to have very much very soon."
I blinked several times trying to register what he just said. My cheeks instantly went red and I lowered my gaze in both embarrassment and disbelief. This man knows no bounds I swear. How could he just say something like this so easily!
"Ese hi bolte rahenge toh hum nehi khilayenge aapko!"
( If you keep speaking like this then I won't feed you.)
I muttered under my breath.
"Areh aap toh naraz ho gayi. Chaliye nehi kahenge. Khila dijiye humein begum?" He looked at me with puppy eyes instantly changing his previous demeanour.
( You got angry? Okay I won't say anything anymore. Please feed me begum?)
How can you ever reject anyone if he looks at you like that with that kind of person face and request you something so simple! If he asked now I would have honestly given him everything.
I tore a piece of my roti and dipped in into the curry and forwarded it to him. He immediately took the bite licking his lips as if to show him how delicious it was.
But at that moment something else looked more delicious. Him. Freshly showered,sitting here wearing that loose and thin kurta, I gulped trying to get out every ounce of nasty thoughts from me.
I tore another one but this time his touch came in contact with my fingers making me withdraw instantly,while he looked like he did nothing.
Tearing another bite I forwarded it to him but he shook his head and pointed it me.
" You have to eat too."
We both ate together while making some small conversations. Mostly it was me talking and he questioning. But I felt nice nevertheless. I don't know why I agreed feeding him or I don't know why I am making these efforts. I can barely figure myself out. But I don't hate it.
We both finished eating and prepared for bed.It's late and tomorrow seems to be an eventful day for me. I washed my hands and went to bed to sleep. He was again lying on the left side. See how am I supposed to keep my heart from fluttering when he does these small things for me.
He makes me wanna give this,whatever it is a shot. We even started off on the wrong foot. Maybe I should just apologise and get over it. I have to live here now,turning him against me isn't going to do me any favours.
I lied on the bed removing my veil,facing him. He looks so cute which sleeping. Literally not half as annoying as when he is awake. And I don't know when I fell asleep while staring at him.
-
The-there's something heavy on me. Ugh I can barely breathe. What is it! Why can't I move it.
"Please let me sleep begum." A voice husky,rough,proving that the person is still in his sleep. But I am not. I am wide awake. Because this heavy man is currently caging me between his arm and body and I can barely move. Even when I try to move his arms, he holds me even more tightly.
That's not the only problem here though. His arms are just beneath my chest. Almost touching my breast. I can feel his breathing on the my nape and his chest on my back. His hard and probably muscular chest.
Someone save me please.
"Can you stop squirming so much? I am trying to sleep." His word ticking my ears,sending shivers throughout my whole body. His face now in the crook of my neck. I could feel his light stubble gazing my skin.
I let out deep sighs.
I couldn't move an inch. Some part of my mind forbid me to even try. And that part is currently taking over the rational side. I never had someone holding me like this. Maybe that's the reason I don't want to fight.
I kind of want to stay here. In his arms. It feels weirdly safe, protected.
So I should definitely listen to my instincts right? Right? Right? Right.
I don't even know when I fell asleep again feeling safe and sound in his arm. But I woke alone,again.
There was this strange empty feeling in my heart. Like I was expecting to wake up in his arms or something. Grow up will you?
"Baisa? Are you up?" Meena said removing the curtains from the side of the bed.
"Ah yes I am." I thought I wouldn't sleep well after coming here. I always took time to adjust into new atmosphere. But surprisingly here I sleep well. I don't stay up late like I used to. And it's been only two nights.
"Sultan ji ne kaha tha hum apko suchit karde ki aaj raat unhone aapki shan mein dawat rakha hain."
( Sultan told me to tell you that he is holding a celebratory dinner for you tonight.)
"Yeh aap urdu kabse bolne lagi?"
(Since when do you speak urdu?)
Wait.Wait a minute. A celebratory dinner? Tonight? What the hell? And I am being informed just now? He must be a sultan but he definitely lacks manners. Shouldn't he inform me first? And directly.
"Aur ye humein aab bataya ja raha hain?" I asked getting up from the bed.
(And I am being informed just now?)
"Humein bhi kebal hi pata chala."
(I got to know just now too.)
"We don't have time Meena! Let's hurry. I have to take a bath,dry my hair,get ready and also eat breakfast in between."
I took a quick bath. And Meena was helping me drying my hair.
"Baisa Shehzadi Aaliyah aayi hain." I turned to look at Aaliyah entering. My mood lightened up immediately. She is such a joy ball.
( Princess Aaliyah is here)
"Hum aapke liya apka libas laye hain.Khas aj raat ke dawat ki liye. Aur khaas baat kya hain pata hain? Bhaijaan ne khud aapke liye pasand karke beja hain."
(I brought you your attire. Specially for tonight's dinner. And do you know what's more special? Brother choose it himself for you.)
I took a peek at the at attire she brought. It was a deep green lehenga with beautiful embroidery on it.
"Hara rang sultan ji ko pasand hain shayed. Aap par ye rang aur khilega dekhna baisa!" Meena clapped her hands together in excitement.
( Green colour must be sultan's favourite. This colour will suit you!)
"And what's the colour he hates Aaliyah?" I asked getting up from the chair I have been sitting on.
"Huh? Why do you want to know that? I don't think he particularly hates any colour. But I think he dislikes orange colour. I have almost never seen him wearing orange."
"Really? What a shame. Orange is my favourite colour." It is not. But I don't particularly dislike it.
"Meena can you bring that orange lehenga I brought? The one with gold threads on it? I will wear it tonight."
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