Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love

55 ~ The Love is Crying

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Ruhani POV

It had been one week since they left. And, I understood a major part of everything that was going on in the Sultanate.

The thing was not simple, it was not something that happened recently but it was something happening since his father left.

For the record, our army consisted of three-quarters of soldiers that were either gifted by Ayzan Sultanate or recruited from their place. Their pay and benefits were all handled firstly by Rabia's father and when our Sultanate gained a little financial and independent strength, Rabia handled it all from our Sultanate.

The same went for the attendees, servants and other staff. The people were ours but still, their loyalty lay in Rabia's father.

What a splendid job in hollowing a Sultanate but still there was a question in my mind.

If Rabia's father wanted to conquer the Sultanate why did he help Sultan to win all those wars?

What was his actual motive?

In that one week, I understood all of it but still, everything happens or made to be happen must be for a reason. What was his reason behind all this?

And, there was only one person who could guide me for those reasons and it was only his mother. She could tell me what actually happened after his father died, and what negotiations were made between these two Sultanates.

Or maybe the negotiation was clear. He wanted to control the Sultanate and wanted him to marry Rabia.

But, if he wanted this, he could have rage a war simply and won the Sultanate and then could ask him to marry her.

Everything was so complicated. I knew I was close but only assumptions were there. I did not even know his mother so closely yet. I did not know anything clearly about the past.

The records helped me to get an insight into the doings of the Sultanate but the motive was still far away.

I walked back from the library to my chamber back.

It was afternoon and I looked at Shaheen asking me.

"Begum, your lunch is ready,"

I nodded and the attendees platted the lunch before me. His grandmother was a woman to trust for. She has taken care of me like her own daughter. We spent a part of the day talking together. But, she used to sleep in the afternoon and I used all that time in my investigation.

I did not know how would I tell everything to Sultan.

Like, the reality of the spread of diseases in special villages. The thing happened just after his father's death and I was certain her Sultanate was included in that cause. Also, I found out that all the people who were managers of a particular group of people were sent by Rabia's Sultanate.

It was like everything was handled by their people and for their people in the shade that they were working for us.

But, what was the motive?

"Begum, Sultan asked me to remind you about taking a meal on time,"

Shaheen caught my attention again and I nodded.

I looked at the food in front of me and tried swallowing it. My appetite was lost knowing what a mess it was. I was feeling as if breaking it would shatter us too. The questions would be raised, the accusations would be made and most importantly the trust would break.