Meeting The Sultana [Prt.1 COMPLETED]

CHAPTER 33

We spent more than two hours observing and studying some paintings and landscapes. Until now I still can't believe that this woman bought my expensive artworks.

The painting we referred to earlier, is The Maiden with Hijab. I sold it for one million dollars. I thought at first no one wanted to buy that painting, but I was surprised when I was able to sell 20 copies and the original painting was sold to the Sultana.

She's really a fan.

"Wine?". She asked me. She approached the table and put down the wine glass and the bottle.

"Thank you". I said and took the wine glass and put a little liquid.

"What are we going to do today? I'm leaving tomorrow, and even if I didn't want to leave, it would be necessary because I still have a lot of clients". I stated. She looked at me.

She was wearing a full length whole body dress, along with a hijab with see-through around the eyes. In such a dress, it is obvious that her appearance is really sacred.

"As I told you earlier, I have learned a lot in my previous studies about Art. My former mentor has taught it, and you have reminded everything. I will give this day for you". She said.

I looked at her and wondered. For me? Will she let me go out and take a walk?

I looked at the clock in the middle of this room. Near noon. I looked at her when she spoke again.

"I have a meeting later in the City. New Delhi. After the meeting I have nothing to do, but I know a place I wanted to go. But in recent years, I haven't done it for a reason". She seriously said.

I just listen to what she says. Watching every movement of her covered hand.

How expensive are the things she has. I smile weakly because I completely lost track of the mission that Habriel gave me.

I have no intention of doing that. I'm done, I decided to stop and to let this Sultana live in peace.

"Why don't we go? I also want to take a tour of this place. To be honest, I've been here before. I've been to many places, I've met many people, I've seen different races of people, and india is one of my admired country. ". I admit.

She sat in the chair opposite me, but she was a little far from me. I feel like we’re staring at each other and I can’t explain the nervousness I have right now.

How can I tell the Sultana of my plan to marry Zabea. I could not forget Zabea and I could feel the need of saving her from that state.

"You're right. I love my India. I was born here. I grew up here. Here, I learned how to walk, I learned how to speak, hold a weapon, be independent, be a good leader and this place, I first saw the person who messed up my life ". I frowned at what was said.

I wonder who she is referring to. But based on what the woman said, that person messed up her life, sounds so negative to me. I remember the woman she was referring to in the painting the other day.

That woman was her rival to the person she loved so maybe she was saying that man was the one who messed up her life. Sad to say.

"Your experiences are enviable My Sultana. I don't even know how to hold a weapon. All I know is to handle a paint brushes, color pencils and acrylic paints". I said to her.

She laughed softly. In the middle of our conversation there was a sound, it was sensual music. I closed my eyes to enjoy the melody.

An entertaining sounds. I opened my eyes and I looked at Sultana sitting in the chair. I stood up and slowly walked closer to her spot.