His Delicate Queen

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"Naaz...." He whimpered in his sleep rubbing his eyes and clutching his head. He somehow managed to open his eyes and he almost jumped out of the bed looking at the woman. He rubbed his eyes vigorously too see if he is dreaming.

"Fuck..." He yelled gasping as he covered his mouth and then looked at his shirtless form and then the state she was sleeping. He immediately closed his eyes. His head was throbbing like anything and he couldn't understand how he landed here. How can he be in some other woman's room. How can he be in NOOR's room. That too in this state. He got the flashes of last night, he was kissing someone. He was kissing shehnaaz. How did he landed up here.

"Noor....." He yelled furiously making the girl wake up startled with the loud voice.

"Shehenshah...aap...aap uth gye... tabiyat theek hai aapki..." She said getting up immediately and correcting her dress properly.

"Hum yaha kaise aaaye.... How the fuck did I came here and where is my shirt damnit...." He yelled throwing away everything that came his way until he found his shirt. He quickly wore it and noor shivered with the fear listening his voice.

"Aap ne bohout pee rakhi thi... Aur aap... Aap ki halat bohout kharab thi to bas issiliye....hum..humne soch ki aapko aaram...karna chahiye...."noor said fumbling on her words.

"Are you fuckin mad.... Faizal ko bula leti kuch aur karleti.... Ab jaldi batao kisine dekha hai hume yaha..." He yelled running his hands through his hair. What the fuck was wrong with him, as it is he was dealing with last night's incident and this morning was a mess again.

"Ma..maafi shehenshah...." Noor said in a low cracked voice. He said nothing but just threw the vase in the room and exited it.

"Kya hai...andar jao sablog...." He yelled as he came out the room and saw the other ladies of the harem gossiping looking at him.

"Shehenshah....." The same elderly lady called out for him.

"Haa ...." He said softly to the women who was looking worried, he was meant to hate her, but he can't bring it in himself to hate her. She was rehmat shekh. The concubine of his father, but she wasn't cunning at all. She didn't did any harm to anyone, they say she was the one who held his father after death of his ammi, but why his father never married her was still mystery.

"Aapki begum aayi thi yaha.... Aate waqt bechain thi aur jaate waqt asu the aankh mein.... Humara kaam tha batana..." With this she disappeared and sidharth widened his eyes at that. What if she had saw him with noor in a not very fine position. Fuck again!!! Why can't his life be a little less fucked up.

He ran from there like a maniac he fuckin knows she must've thought something different. He didn't wanted her to create more misunderstandings about him, as it is she don't think so good of him, he didn't wanted stoop more down in his eyes.

"Begum kaha hai..."he yelled furiously at guards outside his room as he couldn't find her inside the room. His heart was pacing faster with each second. He was worried sick and his mind started contemplating all the worst possibilities.

"Shehenshah...woh begum... Bahar chali gyi unke driver ke saath aur unki bhabijaan ko bhi saath legyi hai...." One of the guards dared to speak.

"Bahar kaha.." he frowned.

"P..pata nahi..." The guard stuttered and he groaned making his way downstairs yelling for faizal who limped towards him.

"Yeh kya hua tujhe...." Sidharth asked frowning at his swollen leg.

"Kuch nahi...girgaya...tu bata itna panicked kyu hai tu...sab khairiyat " faizal asked seriously. Sidharth's state wasn't good at all he could sense it. For everyone he was angry but faizal he was his best friend knowing whole of him sidharth never really shared stuffs in detail with him but faizal knew it all he atleast had idea about what's going on. He definitely saw that he was angry but he even saw the vulnerability in his eyes, he was worried, hell worried and he at the right moment wanted to do anyfuckin thing to make him alright.