Ruhani POV
ग़िरफ़्त उनके हुस्न में,
ख़िताब गुनहग़ार है,
इलज़ाम मोहोब्बत के,
लो जान भी निसार है,
हम तो बस घायल है,
क़ातिल तो सरदार है,
मुल्ज़िम उनके दीवान के,
जहाँ सुल्तान ही फ़नकार है,
***
Giraft unke husn me,
khitaab gunehgaar hai,
ilzaam mohobbat ke,
lo jaan bhi nisaar hai,
hum to bass ghayal hai,
kaatil to sardar hai,
mulzim unke deewan ke,
jahan Sultan hi funkaar hai,
***
Caught in his beauty,
The title is Guilty,
The allegation is of love,
The present is my nerve,
I am just injured,
The murderer is his word,
The culprit for his court,
Where he is the only lord,
***
Stepping down the stairs, his eyes landed on me. The pace of his footsteps slowed down, and my hands froze on the fabric of my dupatta.
Once again, I was reminded that I was his Begum now.
The slight noise of his footsteps brought me out of my thoughts, making me stand up quickly.
Fetching the fabric, I quickly settled it over my head, making my handful of bangles giggle. I wasn't aware why he was here all of a sudden. He entered without any announcement, which seemed a little strange to me.
He moved his gaze from me and travelled it across the chambers' corners. He seems like he is finding something.
He turned to the cupboards and opened them. The sound of wood echoed in the room, and I didn't know why I felt that this chamber belonged to him.
The thought only made my heartbeats race as I realized we would share the same chamber.
I kept my eyes fixed on him as he was searching for something. Then he closed the door back and opened another cupboard.
YOU ARE READING
Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love
Historical FictionSitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night. I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again and again. I was trying to compress my frequent bl...
