Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love

66 ~ Rabia and the Truth

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Aashiq Aahil POV

"It was only for the baby. I am not feeling weak, like I was poisoned. If It were for me, I would not have survived. And, if it is Ayzan and Rabia. They will not stop here. We need the treatment as soon as possible,"

She said, and I gulped. Whatever she was saying was right. 

"Okay, If you do not want to go. Stay here,"

I turned my face to look at her father. 

He was a very understanding and mature man, unlike me. 

I made mistakes, mistakes that could not even be called mistakes. I got so deep in my sorrow that I could not realise what I was doing. What was I doing to my people, my Sultanate and my love? I went so deep that I just looked for an escape, the escape in the form of wars, horse riding and being alone.

If I had reacted cautiously even once, this could not have happened. 

But, one thing Ruhani said correctly was that what happened has happened. And if we held onto this, we would not foresee our near future. That might be more difficult because I was about to do something that could cause me a lifetime threat.

But my child was everything to me. And, the way Ruhani cried for him, I swore Rabia and his father would beg like that for their life.

At this moment, I did not want anything but justice for my child. Whoever tried to hide the news from me, whoever plotted all this. Whoever used our emotions against us would suffer hell. And I was ready to seek justice for my child at any cost.

From Inside, I was broken and shattered, and each time I looked at Ruhani, my heart hurt like hell. But I had to behave normally. The more we show our grief, the more she would think about it. She needed a distraction to escape her loss as soon as possible. Because I was deep into failure and shattered my life, she could not afford it, and she should not burn herself in this loss.

That was why I tried to pretend the things were light in front of her. Her frustration towards me would escape her from the loss. The more we talked about the baby, the more she would get upset. I had to behave normally in front of her. I had to hide my pain, so it would not remind her of hers. 

"Sultan,"

Suddenly, an attendee's voice caught my attention, and I looked in her direction.

"Yes,"

I asked.

"Sultan, Shehzaadi Rabia has arrived,"

I sighed with the information and looked at Ruhani. She looked back at me, and I gulped.

"Abbu, I want to talk to him in private,"

She said, looking at his father. I heard their footsteps fade as they walked outside the chamber.

All the attendees also went from there, and she looked at me.

"Do not worry; I know everything,"

She stated, and I inhaled deeply, concerned about what she knew.

"I know that I cannot bear a child again,"

She said, and I tried to shake my head to beg her not to sound like this.

"Please listen to me first,"

She said, and my eyes filled with tears.

"I do not think that Rabia did it. She was not here, and no one knew I was pregnant other than Shaheen. And I trust Shaheen more than I trusted anyone here. And I know she did not leak it to anyone. It is some attendee's work whose loyalty laid in Rabia's father. I made some amendments, and some of them were not happy with those. Maybe the letters reached any of those, and she did it. The food that I consumed was made by the person whom I trusted the most. At any cost, he could not meet hands with Rabia to deceive you and me. And, we have a responsibility of a Sultanate on our heads. And a Sultanate needs an heir. And, since now I cannot have an heir, you must look for other options. I called Rabia because she did a lot for your Sultanate. I will always be the Queen, but you can marry her for the baby,"