I fell in love with my Sultana- English Version-COMPLET

17. Weeks

Ayşe Sultan

The weeks passed like drops of water in a marble fountain, marking the rhythm of my life with my husband. He was very discreet and we hardly spoke. Whenever I could, I would check his papers without anyone seeing me, but I was gaining his trust by helping him with family business. At first, my Malhum and I slept separately, until I decided that Malhum, my most faithful confidant, deserved a place near me. I ordered a bed to be prepared for her in my room, next to a delicate desk, but she could only sleep with me when Yusuf made his trips.

It was on a quiet afternoon that Malhum burst into my room, bearing with him news that would forever transform my perception of Yusuf. While I sat absorbed in my desk, Malhum entered with a hurried gait, like a breeze announcing a change in the air.

-"Sultana, I have information that may interest you," he announced urgently.

"Tell me, Malhum," I replied expectantly.

Gently, Malhum handed me a letter that had fallen from Yusuf's pocket, obtained through the cunning of our spies. With trembling hands, I broke the seal and unfolded the paper, revealing words imbued with passion and danger.

"The owner of my thoughts, my anchor in this tumultuous sea of ​​life. How many oceans will we have to cross to be together? Remember to destroy this letter, or we will be involved in an uncertain destiny. We will meet in our secret place.

Signed: Amelia"

We were astonished at the discovery, as Malhum cleverly suggested that the secret location referred to was the university. We decided to disguise our spy to infiltrate and discover the truth behind Yusuf's encounters.

Finally, when our eyes received the news, I felt a chill run down my spine like the soft touch of a feather. So this was the real secret of Yusuf Efendi, a secret woven with threads of love and also of danger.

Malhum entered the room again:

-"Sultana" and lowered her head

-Dime

-Yusuf Efendi's secret is that... holding his hands

-Please continue

-Her forbidden love for a man, our spies were able to see him at the university repeatedly entering a storage room, but one day they were able to see him buttoning up his suit and with his red lips leaving that room followed by another man.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Apparently, my husband and I had a forbidden romance.

But amidst the revelations, one enigma lingered in my mind. If Yusuf spent his mornings at the bar and his afternoons at the university, who was the messenger who delivered letters to his mistress at the bar? And more intriguingly, what role did Yusuf play in his father's affairs?

-Do you have more evidence? I asked curiously.

-The spies have followed the man who came out of there, apparently he works in that bar, and he seems to be the son of the owner, but no one can enter that bar except the members.

Malhum remained silent, waiting for him to say something...

Malhum

I decided to approach the subject cautiously, watching her reaction as I blurted out my words, "You seem more nervous than happy at this revelation, my sultana."

-Yes Malhum, because we have discovered why he is so reserved and why he does not want me, my marriage is supposed to make me have more control over him but it is not like that.- tensing with anger-

To which I lovingly said, "Don't worry, we'll be able to find out what they're up to," getting closer and closer to her.

We were in her room, the soft whisper of the rain creating an intimate atmosphere around us. I decided to wrap her in my arms, offering her my comfort as I shared a story from my childhood, a story woven with threads of hope and resilience.

As the words flowed from my lips, I saw the tiredness and tension leave her face, replaced by the peace of a restful sleep. At that moment, as I gazed at her serene expression in the soft glow of the moonlight, I felt lucky to have her by my side, like the guiding light in the darkness, she fell asleep on my lap as I sang to her.

Isn't that the most beautiful thing? Being able to show yourself so vulnerable? From that moment on I realized that without her my life would have no meaning. She represented the hope of a nation. Even though she rested on me, I was the one who felt safe, having given my soul and my heart to a person with a heart as pure as hers.

The maids knocked on the door, and from the depth of my sultana's sleep she did not hear them, so I told her to come in.

-The Sultana is very tired, help me lay her down on the bed.

One of the maids said as we placed the sultana on her bed:

-Malhum Hatun, you are really very lucky, the sultana never trusted us to that level.

-It's true

the other maid intervened

-She only trusted her mother, and Meriem, now she sees you as her sister and trusts you.

Her words stayed in my mind like a seal, I knew she didn't trust anyone but her family and Meriem, but being told that the Sultana sees me as her sister reassured me.

I carefully removed her dress, covered her body and retired to my room with a smile on my face, I once heard that when we love and are loved we are strong and can handle all difficulties.

So inspired I started composing a song in my room until I fell asleep.