Sultan:Her wanted husband (18+)

By hook or crook

Sultan's POV

I had no intention of keeping them before my eyes. I could have kicked them out and taken their house. Only reason I ordered my henchmen to bring them was Mishti. With the pretext of torturing them,I kept her confined before my eyes. I just wanted to see my wife with my hearts fill.

"Release those individuals,"I ordered my henchmen. Mishti was hesitantly avoiding my eyes. Like a newlywed shy bride. She was leaving after them but I captured her hand. At my unexpected gesture she looked at me nervously annoyed.

"Atleast say me a proper goodbye. God knows when will we meet again."

Duh,I am going to make it sure I see her face often.

I leaned down closer to her hand and nibbled the skin. She flinched and murmured something.

I was grinning watching her leave. Looking at Zubair I opened my mouth,"She called me beautiful. You heard it?"

"She called you a bastard. Everyone present in this room heard it Sultan."

"You are simply jealous."

"I thought people in love tend to get blind. In your case you are completely deaf too."

"Send a capable bodyguard to keep an eye around my wife. I can't trust her around those snakes."

"That's a very ambitious statement coming from you. Judging from the fact she can't even stand your shadow and you already calling her your wife."

"Malik,I have something to suggest,"Baseer,my second in command who was observing this finally opened his mouth. I gestured him to go on.

"Malik, why don't you use black magic and cast a spell on malkin and she will get hynotised by your charm?"

I was flabbergasted at his statement. Realising I work with people who share a single brain cell. All they do is eat like beasts,get buffed up and shed blood for me.

When I returned home,I tiptoed to the room where I stopped going for many years.

Ammijaan was just completed with her prayers and was startled when she found me standing at her door. Before she proceeded to clean her space ignoring me. I coughed to clear my throat pointing at her knitting works on the bed.

"They are beautiful. But Abid has grown up a lot. I don't think they will fit him anymore..."

"They are not for Abid. I made them for your children thinking someday you will settle down. But my hopes are gone so I have decided to distribute them in the poors."

I smiled looking at her almost tearful face. "I don't think you have to do that anymore. I have found the girl I am going to get married."

She gasped looking at me. Before putting her hand on my head,"Are you sick?"

Gently removing her palm I cuddled her,"Definitely not. You just have to go to there home and ask for her hand for your son."

"Who is the girl Sultan?You never told me about her before?" Her face suddenly turned cold. "Don't you dare tell me it's Amara you are planning to get in our house I-"

"It's Mishti. Ammijaan,it's Mishti."

She was surprised before she started getting jittery about it. Knowing how she doted on her.

"I am very happy about it son. Finally,you started talking like my son. I will definitely go to their house and ask for her hand. Believe me,you two will give me beautiful grandchildren. A beautiful butterball rolling in our house."

Everyone seemed so excited regarding my decision. Ammijaan, Bhaijaan even Sadafa who gave me teasing glances.

But what happened next I wasn't ready for that. They returned with an empty expression. Sadafa opened up to me,"Bhaijaan,Mishti straight declined this marriage proposal."

My temper flared when I heard it. Looking at them hurt i couldn't stand it.

Dashing to my room I grabbed my pistol from the drawer. Reloaded it and was storming out when Ammijaan held my hand,"What are you doing?Are you going to kill her because she refused you?Have you gone mad Sultan?"

"I am not going to kill her. But she has to marry me."

Her face hardened at my body language. "Sultan,don't speak like a child. You cannot get everything on gunpoint."

"Then bring her to me. Tell her,try to make her understand,"Desperation laced in my voice. "Bring her to me as my bride before I lose..my.. my.... forget my sanity ammu."

"I wanted but she rejected it. A no is a no and you are not exception Sultan." She replied firmly. "What do you think we didn't want it?But we should also respect individual decision. You cannot force them into your life. Go to you room. I will find a better girl for you."

I was lost. I dropped whatever she wanted me to understand and dashed for the door.

"Sultan,stop where do you think you are going?"

"To bring your daughter-in-law Ammu. Till then decorate the house."

"What?Are you going to kidnap her?Stop Sultan don't do it beta. Sultan!"

But I was in my car by then. Told my driver to take me to their house. Kiara opened the door for me. Not waiting for her words I barged in.

Offended she said,"How can you just barge in our house?"

I looked around before I casted my bored eyes on her face. "Where is she?"

My eyes wondered around when I heard the sound of sweet trinkets. Followed that path and my heart started racing like a stallion.

There was standing Mishti,in a simple crimson saree and a white blouse. Eyes closed and hands conjoined together. She was praying. Just then she opened her eyes and turned but shrieked in shock at my presence. I smiled watching her in a trance,"If you look this beautiful then how will I kidnap you?"

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