A/N: This chapter will contain a brief description of blood and degradation. Please don't report it because you don't like it.

Rashid's POV

"Sultan! Are you not listening?" Amir nudged me from the side.

"No. I am. Please continue."

I nodded at the advisor. His voice again became distant and unclear. Honestly I wasn't listening. He was back to worrying about the supposedly war.

While I could only think about my recently found new obsession. I could only think about Yaksha.

That little teaser thought she could put up the act of being strong in front of me. Little does she know she is nothing in front of my dominance. One look, one touch and she melts like a little baby.

She is like a little prey I found in the woods. One that I would like to tame, control, dominate. And I would. I am almost there. She likes to be chased and I like hunting. What are the odds! She keeps forgetting a prey is to be hunted down by a predator and get devoured.

She belongs to me now. Where would she run off to? Wherever she goes, she would still be in my territory.

But I don't like how my hands still burns from touching her last night or how her skin reminds me of the finest silk, which is to be praised or wrapped around my hands.

"Sultan. He is here. It's done." Amir whispered to me.

I rest my hand on the arm-set of the throne,putting my fingers in a fist letting my face rest on it and cross my legs awaiting for the moment I was ready for.

Finally. It was only a matter of time before it happened.

"Bring him in. And not with respect,drag him down here."

I stood up from my throne and stepped down. I could see my attendees dragging a man without any respect as told. I could see the fear and frustration in his eyes. But I was done giving them chances. I was done showing respect. He looked distraught,all messed up.

Dried blood was all over his face and body. His clothes now coloured in dried red crimson colour. My soldiers listens to me so well. Unlike my disobedient little wife. But it's not a problem,she will learn that soon.

I bend down slightly to face the said man. "So, how does it feel to be here,on your knees and stripped out of your position?"

"Ma-maafi,sultan. Humein maaf kar dijiye. Humse bhul ho gayi hain. Hu-"

( For-forgive me sultan. Please forgive me. I made a mistake. I-)

"Tsk,tsk,tsk. Bohot der nehi ho gayi hain Vikrant ji? Dubara mauka mile toh aap toh wahi gustakhi karenge. Baki aur char bar ki tarah."

(Isn't it too late Vikrant? If given a second chance you will repeat the same mistake. Like other four times.)

"Nehi! Esa kuch nehi hoga. Hum vachan dete hain." He sobbed touching my feet.

( No! Nothing such will happen. I promise to you.)

"Don't touch my feet. You are older than me." I nodded at Amir. He knows what I want. He hands me my sword.

The edge touches the neck of the man who is currently kneeling in front of me. Oh how I love the look of a defeated man,keeling in front of me. The look of defeat,the look of giving up, the look of begging to spare him mercy.

"Kitne saal ho gaye hain Vikrant ji?" I asked lifting his chin with the head of my sword.

( How many years has it been Vikrant ji?)

He look at me with confusion.

Kitne saal ho gaye hain aapne pehli dafa humse kaha tha dobora ye gustakhi nehi karenge? Aur kitne baar kaha hain aaj tak apne? Sach puche toh hum khud bhi ginti gawa chuke hain aapke is jhut ke.

( How many years has it been since you said that you won't repeat this same mistake again? And how many times have you said this till now? If you ask me honestly I myself have lost count.)

I said raising my voice a bit now but still maintaining the calm tone.

"Ye antim baar hoga! Hum vachan dete hain aapko!"

( This is the last time! I promise to you!)

A rumble made it way up to my throat and impatience blinded me for a spare second but it went away as soon as it come. I wasn't known for being impatient. My moves were always calculated and planned. Everything I did was always pre planned. Except for my counters with my little wife. My tone was calm before I spoke again.

"No! Enough is enough! You see, you are ruining my reputation. I have a reputation to keep and you keep tainting it. I have been too relentless towards you and your fellow so called followers. I keep giving you chances to fix your mistakes and you keep repeating it! This time you have crossed the line by scheming with my brother."

The sword pierced his skin a bit this time. A little blood laced around my sword.I know he is hiding his true self. He won't learn to give up even if I let him go now. One more and...

"Tell me. Did you think you could defeat me and rule my kingdom? My Taher Sultanate? You? Who can't even scheme a proper game plan?"

I smirked.Just a little bit more. I need to show everyone in the court that he is deserving of this,of what I am about to do.

I need to keep a prove that he won't change despite what he says and will repeat this every single chance he gets.

"You keep trying to take away my sultanate from me yet every single time you and your followers fail. Isn't that enough lesson to keep you away from my people forever?"

"Sultan Rashid!!"

There it is.

"Who do you think you are? What gives you the audacity to insult me in a court full of people! You are forgetting I am a king too! You want to know what I think? Fine, I will tell you. I am going to conquer this sultanate! I am going to have everything you have. I am going to make your people mine. I am going to sit on that throne.And I heard you just got married? Well I am going to ruin your whore of a wife so much that she won't be able to face anyone. I will make her my slave an-"

My sword sliced his throat not letting him complete his nonsense. Blood was gushing out,painting me crimson in the process too. Making me the culprit of his death, leaving evidence all over. But am I guilty? No. Not in the least.

No one talks about my wife like that.

"I hope that was enough to make you people warned. Warned about the consequences of running your mouth like that. Warned about the consequences of going against me and the Malika.He should be grateful that I lost my patience and gave him an easy death. I should have cut his tongue first"

My jaw tensed thinking about what he said. How dare he! I really made his death easier for him. I should have cut his tongue first and then make our royal elephant walk on top of him and then cut his every part of body while he was still breathing. It would have been so much more fun if I weren't impatient and angry.

I threw my sword away. Even his blood on my body is making me disgusted.

"Amir."

"Ji?"

"Make sure his fellow followers know what happened to him today in this courtroom. Maybe send some of his body parts to them separately. I honestly don't care but make sure they get the message loud and clear."

"Yes Sultan,it will be done. You should go freshen up."

Great. Now I have to take a bath again for this useless bastard.

"Send a message to my step brother too. Let him know his not so great plan has failed and he is to come to the sultanate immediately or else be prepared to face the repercussion."

'I have been too good to him. It's time he learned some lessons.' I muttered to myself.

"Deewan-e-aam ki karwayi barkhast ki jaati hain." Amir announced as he followed me behind.

( The court is dismissed.)

As we were walking through the corridor of the palace to my chamber I couldn't help but think about Yaksha. She isn't supposed to see this side of me. I wanted to keep it nice and hidden in a box, away from her.

I know when she married me she should've expected all these too. This isn't something abnormal for a king. Happens almost every other day. But the thought of her seeing me like this, covered in someone else's blood makes my chest tightened.

I don't want her to see me like this. My ruthless,cruel side isn't for her to discover. It should be hidden forever.

"We are taking a detour,Amir."

"What? Why? Where?"

"To the guest chamber. Tell the attendees to prepare my bath and bring me new pair of clothes there." I turned around to go to the other side of the palace.

"But I don't understand? Why would you go to the furthest room in the palace? Your own chamber is right around the corner! You are so hard to predict I swear Rashid." He said running behind me.

"Tum ye humesha itna sawalat kyun puchte ho? Humein taang maat karo."

( Why do you always ask so many questions? Don't disturb me.)

He huffed from the side. "I,disturb you? Sure. Whatever."

"Areh Amir miya aap toh naraz ho gaye. Chaaliye jawab de dete hain apko apke sawalo ka." I put my arms around his shoulder.

( You got angry? Let me answer all your questions.)

"You shouldn't do this. If anyone sees you like this with me th-"

"Oh shut it. I am going to the guest chamber because Yaksha wouldn't like seeing me like this, all covered in blood. Neither do I want to see me like this." I entered the chamber and removed my kurta.

"Mohobbat ho gayi hain kya Rashid Saheb aapko?" A teasing expression overtook his face.

( Are you in love Rashid?)

"Mohobbat ka to pata nehi par ek ajeeb sa junoon sa ho gaya hain. Aapne se dur na karne ka junoon."

( I don't know about love but there is this weird obsession. To not let her get away from me.)

He chuckled.

"What?" I asked annoyed. What is he laughing about.

"You are already whipped. You just know yet. Begum sahiba must know some magic tricks to already get you obsessed with her. Take your bath and think about it."

He left the room still grinning leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I am not whipped! I always had an obsession with my own things. It's just that. Whatever is mine, is supposed remain mine.It's just the way things have been always. And Yaksha is mine. She is my wife. So it's just an obsession nothing else!

Amir's nonsense is now getting into my head.

I should cleanse my body and well mind too. As the warm water touched my body my thoughts automatically drifted to last night.

The way my wife automatically submits to me as soon as I am close to her, the way her cheeks turns red as soon as I touch her, her little voice of protest whenever I am not giving her what she wants, her sweet like scent-which reminds me of sandalwood ,jasmine and something sweet that I can't pinpoint and her warm and soft skin.

She's so small I almost want to keep her locked in my arms,forever. Better,lock her here,with me,in this palace,our palace.Indeed she has turned into an obsession.

I chuckled remembering that she was waiting for me to kiss her yesterday. What an innocent little girl. I am giving her no such things until she begs for it. I remember her unnecessary warning on our wedding night. She will obviously face consequences for this behaviour. Not today or tomorrow but someday. When I have her,right where I want her.

She looked anything but intimidating. Rather she looked cute. Her little warnings meant nothing to me. But I still will listen to her. It will be her who will yearn for me,beg for me to ease the aches I've caused to her,not the other way around. And I will make sure of it.

But I also want to figure out the reason behind her tears. She looks better while fighting with me not sobbing. Sure,in any other situation I would have thought that she was crying because she just left her home. But something in me told me that wasn't the only reason here. And that something,my instinct has always been right.

I want to fight every single person,living or dead,that makes her cry. Erase the reason for which the stupid tears dared to make an appearance in her eyes. Now or later I will hunt down the reason and make sure it never appears again.

I have always gotten what I wanted. She wouldn't be any different.

But then why do I yearn to hear her voice every single day? Why do I keep staring at her when she is asleep every single day in morning? Why do I make sure she is given her favourite food and favourite clothings? Why do I find myself always thinking about her all the time?If only it's an obsession why do I seem to care so much about her?

But one thing that I am clear of is that she is mine. And if anyone tries to take her away from me, I will torture the whole world and everyone in it. Bring them to their knees and make them regret that they were born. Just like I did today.