Sultan:Her Wanted Husband (18+)✓

۝ Fatherhood's Gambit ۝

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Mishti nervously scoped out the room, her heart heavy with foreboding now that Sultan was her husband.

As the maid barged in with a tray of food, Mishti's eyes zeroed in on the knife and she deftly pocketed it for protection, just in case Sultan tried anything.

After finishing her meal, she hesitated before deciding to lay on the sofa instead of the bed.

Meanwhile, Sultan stood outside his room, steeling himself for the moment he would face Mishti.

Despite desiring her, his heart raced with an inexplicable anxiety.

He understood that she had only married him for their unborn child's sake, harboring no real affection.

Ammijan, Bhabijaan, and Sadafa had all warned him not to expect love from Mishti, especially considering her delicate state.

"She married you out of necessity; don't mistake it for love," Ammijan cautioned him. "And be mindful of her fragility. Leave your ego at the door."

Sadafa chimed in, "I wouldn't blame her if she gave you a good slap or two!"

Aaliyah, torn but compliant, couldn't fathom the circumstances that led to Mishti marrying Sultan.

Turning to Ammijan, she sought justification, "Why did you resort to such extreme measures? Was it truly necessary?"

Shama, visibly troubled, revealed, "Sultan was on the brink of self-destruction."

"What do you mean, Ammijan!?"

"I acted out of self-preservation, Aaliyah. I couldn't bear to lose another loved one. When Sultan held that gun to his head, I had to make a choice. I sacrificed someone else's child to save my own."

Sultan slowly made his way into his bedroom, a place he strictly reserved for himself and detested sharing with others.

The mere thought of someone invading his personal space always grated on his nerves.

However, a small smile unknowingly played on his lips, acknowledging the unpredictable twists life had in store for him.

He chuckled to himself, musing that he wouldn't even mind if Mishti decided to claim the entire bed and kick him out of it.

Upon laying eyes on Mishti sleeping peacefully on the sofa, Sultan approached her with careful steps.

At the sudden sensation of being lifted, Mishti's eyes flew open, and in a panic, she brandished the hidden knife, pointing it menacingly at him. "Don't come near!" she warned.

Sultan couldn't help but be amused by her defensive stance, teasing, "Mishti, that's quite a small knife you got there. You should have opted for an axe or at least a dagger. Here, take my gun. Feel free to use it on me if you feel threatened."

With a nonchalant manner, he handed her the weapon. Trembling, Mishti snatched the gun from him, her hands shaking with a mix of fear and uncertainty.

"I just wanted to ensure you slept comfortably on the bed, especially given your condition," Sultan explained calmly.

"It's not safe for a pregnant woman to sleep on a sofa where she might accidentally fall."

Grabbing a pillow, he headed back to the sofa. "I'll sleep here. Goodnight, baby," he said before settling in for the night.

Mishti observed him warily, squinting her eyes.