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*An year later*

Ibrahim and Mehr-un-nissa were as usual in her room. They were cuddling into each other when the guards from outside announced.

"Begum Shahnara aur bade Nawab padharna chahte hai Shah Malik!"

Ibrahim was confused. His parents never visited their private chambers in the morning let alone at night. They knew he was with Mehr-un-nissa. Why would they come to her chambers.

They nonetheless got and corrected their appearances. Standing formally in respect they welcomed the two in.

Shahnara smiled sadly at Mehr-un-nissa while Nizamuddin just looked at them with a poker face.

"Baba! Aap dono yaha kaise? Hume bula liya hota."

"Kuch zaruri baat krni thi aapse. Isliye him khud hi aa gye."

Nizamuddin said looking at Ibrahim. Ibrahim nodded and asked him to continue.

"Hum ek faisla kia hai."

"Kaisa faisla baba?"

"Aapke nikah ka."

He said shocking both of them. A shocked gasp left Mehr-un-nissa's mouth and Ibrahim looked at him horrified.

"Ye aap kya keh rhe hai? Hum pehle se shadishuda hai."

He yelled and Nizamuddin glared at him.

"Jaante hai hum. Aapko ek se jyada biwi rakhna mana nhi hai."

"Lekin hume iss baat se aitraaz hai. Hamari sirf ek hi begum hai. Aur wo hai Mehr-un-nissa."

Ibrahim announced loud and clear. Nizamuddin snickered and gave Mehr-un-nissa a side look.

"Wo begum jo aapko abhi tak ek aulad tak nhi de paayi."

Mehr-un-nissa felf the ground slip beneath her feet. She was so engrossed in her marital life with Ibrahim that she didn't realise it was two years since their wedding and she hadn't even announced a pregnancy let alone giving birth.

"Hume iss baat se koi farak nhi padta baba. Aur ab hum iss baare mai koi baat nhi krna chahte. Hum dusra nikah nhi krenge matlab nhi krenge. Agar aapko aur kuch nhi kehna toh aap yaha se jaa skte hai."

He said with an angry look and his father glared at him but thankfully left.

As soon as they left Mehr-un-nissa slumped on the bed. Ibrahim held her and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Kyu rhi hai aap?"

She looked at him teary eyed and said.

"Kitne bewakoof hai hum. Hume kabhi ye samajh hi nhi aaya ki hum aapko abhi tak ek aulad nhi de ske-"

"Mehr!"

He cut her off and took her in a hug.

"Hume koi farak nhi padta. Aap hume aaj aulad de ya 20 saal baad ya kabhi nhi. Hamare liye sirf aap rahengi. Ye waada humne khud se kia tha Mehr. Ki hum hamesha sirf ek aurat ke saath honge. Aur hongi hamari begum. Jo aap hai. Aur aapke alawa ye darza kisi ko nhi milega."

He said looking into her eyes and she looked at him with tear filled eyes.

"Waada?"

"Waada!"

He whispered sincerely and for the first time in two years she initiated the kiss.

She knew the bitter truth. Kings were allowed to have multiple wives. But she had never thought about it. Until today.

What if she really won't be able to give him a child ever. He would definitely realise it someday and would remarry.

How would she survive then.

From that day Ibrahim saw the change in his wife. She started taking eztra care of her health. She avoided fatty foods and only health salads and healthy stuff.

Their sex drive increased. It was like she was purposely trying to get pregnant.

He wanted to stop her. He knew she was only hurting herself in the process. She had become extremely dull and gloomy. The glow of her face diminished. She stopped coming into the proceeding fearing people would point her out for being childless.

There were only three people who felt her pain. One was Ibrahim, other was his mother and the third was Roshanara Begum. Yes! Nizamuddin's third and his favourite wife. She was childless and she knew the pain of being one.

People didn't consider her a human since he couldn't bring one into the world. She was being jibed at. Not in front of her but she knew what happened behind her back.

Ibrahim came into her chambers and saw her already on the bed. She was covered with the blankets but wasn't asleep.

"Shah!"

She called him seductively and he sighed. She was in her silk robe. He sat beside her and she started kissing his neck.

He held her shoulders and pushed her back lightly making her look into his eyes.

"Mat kro ye Mehr. Mat aziyat do khudko. Hum jaante hai aap kya aur kyu kr rhi hai."

Her eyes filled with tears and he cupped her face.

"Kaise nhi kru Shah! 3 saal ho gye hamare nikah ko aur hum ab tak aulad toh dur koi khushkhabri bhi nhi de paaye aapko. Shayad sab sach kehte hai. Hamare andar kami hai Shah!"

She cried and he rubbed her back to soothe her.

"Hume lagta hai aapko dusra nikah kr lena chahiye."

She whispered brokenly making him look at her in shock. His shock changed into anger.

"Achha? Aisa lagta hai aapko? Aur maan lijiye aisa ho gaya. Phir? Dekh paayengi aap hum kisi aur ke saath? Kisi aur ke itna kareeb jitna hum aapke hai? Boliye Mehr."

She sobbed and he sighed pulling her into his arms. She was hurt and he needed to handle her patiently.

"Aur rahi baat kami ki. Toh taali ek haath se nhi bajti Mehr. Agar aapko lagta hai ki aapme kami hai toh aisa bhi toh ho skta hai hum me koi kami ho."

He said and looked at him horrified.

"Ye aap kya keh rhe hai Shah! Aap khudke baare mai aisa kaise keh skte hai!"

"Aur aap khudke baare mai aisa kehke khudko aur hume aziyat de skti hai."

He said making her go mum. She knew she was hurting him too due to her insecurities.

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