Sultan's POV ~
"Sinfully divine" that's what came to my mind when i saw her standing next to the pond dressed in a white attire , water droplets travelled from her forehead to her peacock neck as she was making me lose my control , i jumped off the tree without making any possible noise and held her waist,she tried to hit me with her hands but i had already tied them up .I was trying to act normal but this little woman isn't helping my situation at all .
THIRD PERSON'S POV ~
" Aap safed rang me behad haseen lgti hein begum sahiba " he said in a husky voice fanning her earlobe with his hot breathe, she shivered a little with proximity, her body freezed as his lips slowly touched her shoulder
" S .Sultan ...aap iss samay yhan ky..." he chuckled and turned her towards himself in a swift motion.
His dark eyes met her hazel ones, he feathered her cheek a little "Sukoon dhundne nikle thee ..khuda kasam humme hmara ashiyana nazar aa gya " her eyebrows frowned into a thin line as her inner voice reminded her to not fall for his words ,she chuckled bitterly "ghar ??..khridi hui vastu ko apna ghar btate hein Sultan ?? ..shma chahte hein prntu Ghar wo hota hai jisme jeevan ho ,shanti ho, apni peeda baatne ke liye parivar ho ..aapne toh humse hmara Ghar ,hmari azaadi ,hmara parivar hmara jeevan hi cheen liya hai...humse kisi prakar ki asha na rkhe Sultan Amir Qasim Ali Khan..kyunki hum apke hath ki kathputli banne ja rhe hein jisko aap man bharne prr tod denge.."
His face went expressionless as he could feel the pain and anger in her voice , his eyes softened and he slowly untied her hands without breaking the eye contact" Aapko abhi bhi lagta hai apke sath jo hua uske jimeedar hum hein ?? ...apne abbujaan ke katilo ka khatma krna agar apke liye apka ashiyana barbaad krna hai toh haan hum hein jimeedar..agr ek peeth piche waar krne wale bhediye ko humne jung ke maidan me apni shamsheer se maar giraya toh hein hum jimeedar aur rhi baat apka sauda krne ki toh hum nhi chahte the ki aap kisi bhi galat fehmi me rhein ..hum chahte thee aap khud apke gunegaar ka faisla krein....abb bhi agar aap humme jimeedar smjhti hein toh aap jo chahe wo sja humme suna skti hein magar humara Allah janta hai ki jitni nafrat humme apke katil gharane se hai utni hi mohabaat humme apki iss pak rooh se hai ..humne kbhi apka sauda apni chahton ke liye nhi kiya Maya ...humne uss waqt wo sauda kiya taki hum aaptak phoch ske ...bohot kuch hai jo apki iss masumiyat bhri shakshiyat se dur rkha gya hai ..hmara yakeen maniye Maya " ..
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Maya : Ek deewangi
Historical FictionWhat if his love language is hate and she's herself the language of love ?? what if he's the deadly ice and she's the fire who could melt him to the core ?? What if he's the king of the entire world but a little kitten rules his entire dark soul...
