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

21. A broken heart

Malhum followed me to my guest room in the palace, and as soon as the doors closed behind me I burst into tears. Seeing me crying, my precious leaned over where she was sitting to dry my tears.

-What did your father say?

-I lied to my father Malhum, I had to say that I forced you to sleep with me, if I didn't do that you would surely have died or something worse, he forced me to order that you only take care of my business so as not to create suspicions and that you wouldn't open your mouth.

I took her hand and saw how her tears began to accompany me

-Did you lie to your father to protect me?

-Not only that, I also force myself to have not one maid but two, that you will not even be able to be in the same room as me... sobbing

-I hate to say this Malhum, but we're going to have to keep our distance. I can't imagine if my father finds out that we love each other and does something to keep you away from me forever. I'd rather see you from afar than have something bad happen to you.

-Ayse my love, I am your faithful devotee, they can separate us but my love will remain intact.

Our lips met and mixed with our tears, her sweet lips met with a sea of ​​sadness, I needed to hug her as much as I could and after that long hug, Malhum withdrew, leaving my heart broken into a million pieces.

Days passed and Malhum and I communicated through maids, while my brother arrived I returned to my husband's house, where I shared a bed again so as not to raise suspicions from my father, apparently not only was I sad, but also Yusuf, since he was discovered he sometimes cried in the early morning, I betrayed Yusuf and I am suffering the karma for that action.

Everything was no longer important to me; now I had maids who dressed me, bathed me and brought me my food. However, every day I received a letter from Malhum through my most faithful servant, where he told me about his adventures.

Sitting waiting for my brother to arrive, I began to read one of his letters:

We Sultana,

I miss your warmth and your laughter, the way you look at me. Today, as I visited your dining room, I saw a mother holding her baby. A strange thought crossed my mind: what would a child between you and me be like? Surely it would inherit your beautiful eyes and my hair, or maybe your skin.

Every day I read poetry that I know you would like, my love. And I decided to compose a poem for you

In the gardens of my heart, a love blooms like the roses of Istanbul. Your beauty, oh my beloved, is like the reflection of the moon on the Bosphorus, illuminating my darkest nights. Every curve of your face is a melody that resonates in my soul, and your eyes are the stars that guide my path.

I miss you like a merchant longs for the caravan route, anxiously awaiting your return. With every breath, I speak your name like an ancient poem, and with every heartbeat, I feel you near.

Although the winds of fate separated us, I keep hope like a treasure in my chest. Like the tulips that bloom in spring, I trust that we will meet again in some corner of this vast empire of feelings.

So, my love, remain my muse, my dream on starry nights. May our souls intertwine like the threads of an Ottoman tapestry, and may time bring us together in an eternal embrace."

🌙🌺🌟

My eyes filled with tears, but his words comforted me so much that I decided to write him something from my heart.