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Nawab Nizamuddin Malik was the emperor of the most powerful Malik Dynasty.

His kingdom was spread over almost the entire country. No other king could dare to even think about crossing the Maliks.

Nizamuddin Malik had four wives and had borne 6 children from them.

His eldest wife was Shahnara Begum. She had borne him his successor, Ibrahim Malik and his second born Nitara.

He was married to Ruqaiya Begum as a result of political merger making his kingdom the most powerful. He had two daughters out of his second marriage.

His third marriage was a love marriage. He had fallen in love with Roshanara Begum at the first sight and immediately sent a proposal for marriage.

When he could not have any children with his third wife he married his youngest and thw fourth wife Sakina Begum from whom he had two sons.

Ibrahim Malik was now 29 years of age and was all set to take over the kingdom from his father.

"Hum jaante hai aap ek bhut achhe nawab saabit honge Ibrahim."

Ibrahim smiled lightly hearing his father praise him. He was a good father to all his children. He loved them all equally as he should.

What he didn't like was how he completely ignored his mother after his subsequent marriages. And so he had sworn to be faithful to only one woman all his life. His wife. The only one.

"Ji baba! Aur hum iske liye taiyar hai. Hum waada karte hai ki aapko kabhi nirash nhi hone denge."

He said sincerely making his father smile in pride.

"Mujhe pura bharosa hai aap par. Lekin aap jaante hai na hamara usool. Ek raja bina apni rani ke adhura hota hai. Toh hum chahte hai ki aapke singhasan lene ke baad hi aapka nikah bhi kr de."

Ibrahim knew this topic would come up. He was prepared for it since the moment him being the next king was announced in the kingdom.

"Ji baba hum jaante hai. Aur hume iss cheez se koi aitraaz nhi hai."

Ibrahim smiled as he could hear his brothers and sisters jumping in joy. Ibrahim shared a cordial relationship with all his step brothers and sisters. They too adored him.

"Hum jaante the aap yahi kahenge. Humne aapka rishta Jahangir Alam ki beti aur Alamgarh ki shehzaadi, Mehr-un-nissa se tey kr dia hai. Aaj se do mahine baad aapka aur unka nikah hai."

He said and Ibrahim nodded. The youngers sprang in joy and Shahnara Begum too was overjoyed. It was her son's wedding after all. Nizzauddin dismissed the meeting asking the chief in charge to announce it in the kingdom.

Ibrahim was now being teased by his siblings.

"Bhaijaan! Ab toh hamari bhabhi aane wali hai. Aap jitna hume daante hai na sab shikayat lagayenge hum."

His sister Nitara complained pouting and he shook his head with a smile. He was happy how they were already taking their would be bhabhi's side without even seeing or meeting her once.

"Waise bhaijaan. Apni hone wali begum ki tasveer dekhna chahenge aap?"

Sakin Begum's elder son spoke in a teasing manner. Ibrahim's senses got alert.

"Tumhare paas unki tasveer kaise aayi?"

"Badi ammi ne bhijwayi thi dasi ke haath. Humne beech mai se uda li."

It was his sisters this time. These kids were too naughty.

"Log sahi kehte hai. Bhabhijaan ma sha allah behad khoobsurat hai. Aap pheeke na pad jaaye unko khoobsurati ke saamne."

Ibrahim cleared his throat and said.

"Tasveer yaha rakh do aur jao yaha se. Hume kuch zaruri kaam hai."

He said sternly but the brats knew otherwise.

"Ahaan! Nawab sahab! Sab samajh rhe hai hum. Tujhe kaam ke bahane dekhu."

*Lol I know this is a modern song but just imagine it 😝*

Ibrahim's ears turned pink. It was impossible to fool them.

"Nitara! Jaaiye yaha se aur inn sabko bhi lekar jaaiye."

He used the emperor tone and the kids scurried off giggling. His eyes fell on the parchment kept on the table and he walked towards it maintaining the emperor toughness.

Picking up the parchment he unfolded it and all air was sucked out of his lungs. His begum wasn't beautiful. She was the epitome of beauty. Splendid beauty as they described her. He was so lucky.

"Mehr-un-nissa! Mehr!"

He whispered dreamily. Mehr-un-nissa was sitting in her room when she felt a gush of wind pass by her.

She looked out in the balcony and walked there. Her anklets making noise with each step. A soft smile grazing her lips. Strands of hair gracefully falling on her face.

'Kissi ne hamara naam lia?'

She thought looking for any source. She turned back frowning when she saw none. Walking back slowly a shy smile grazed her lips looking at the portrait in her hand.

When her father announced her nikah in the morning she was enraged. How can he fix it without even telling her let alone ask.

Girls weren't asked before their wedding and she knew that. But she expected her father to atleast tell her about it.

She was so angry that she did not even talk to him till evening and missed breakfast.

That was when her younger sister came giggling and casually dropped the parchment saying it had her would be shauhar's picture.

She was about to tear it in anger when her eyes fell on the familiar figure.

"Shah!"

She whispered in a lost state. She had seen him when he visited their kingdom a few years back. Their kingdoms were allies and he was visiting for some king meet.

She had found his aura so strong and powerful and even after being the future Shah of the most powerful kingdom he was so generous and down to earth.

That's when she unknowingly lost her heart to him. She had then thought that he and her weren't possible but now he was going to be hers.

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