Bride of Sultan ~ The Forgotten Rose

3 ~ Purple Is The Colour Of Echantment

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Rehana POV

His brows knit, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Yes," he muttered, and I immediately felt an ache. My palms turned sweaty.

"Or kitni begume hai aapki?"

"How many more wives do you have?" I managed to ask in a slightly broken voice, and he sucked on his lower lip while lowering his gaze for a moment.

"Three thousand," he said, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Th...three thousand?" I asked, and he locked his hands behind me and nodded.

"Yes, and there is a rule that I spend each night with each Begum. So, tonight it's my first begum's night, and you are three thousandth and one, so—"

"So, I have to wait around eight years to spend a night with you?" I asked, lowering my gaze to count my age after eight years. I would be thirty by then.

My head spun suddenly, and I sat back on the couch.

"And do you even remember all of their names?" I managed to ask, and he stepped a little closer, sat beside me, and shook his head.

"No, the attendee knows whose turn it is," he said, and suddenly I felt like vomiting.

"And, you were married when you married me?" my voice came out shaky, and I felt my fingers trembling with fear and disgust.

"Of course, did you think you are special?" he asked, and I closed my eyes for a moment and muttered under my breath, "Of course,"

How could I be so stupid?

"Why?" he asked, and I immediately looked at him.

"Why not?" I asked, and he leaned back on the couch and placed his hand on the headrest, spreading it long and almost reaching my shoulder.

He was so big and wide.

"Leave it," I immediately looked away.

I gave him the sweetest name. Jaan-e-Jahan, and he had three thousand more Jans in his Sultanate. I sighed deeply with disbelief and frustration.

Pulling my knees up to my chest, I pushed my face into the knees, and suddenly, he asked.

"You do not want to wait for eight years?"

I felt my heart shattered into pieces and looked up at him. There was a slight smile on his face, and I shook my head.

"Hume laga aaj hamari Suhaagraat hogi,"

"I thought it would be our wedding night," I said out loud and immediately regretted it.

"Wedding night? What is that?" he asked, and my eyes widened with shock.

"You do not know what wedding night is?" I asked with disbelief. He had three thousand wives but did not know what wedding night was. It's such a shame.

He shook his head slowly, and I rolled my eyes before shifting closer to him and crossing my legs before explaining.

"Suhaagraat par Shauhar or Biwi pass aate hai pehli baar. Hamara matlab hai vo pyaar karte hai, meethi meethi baate karte hai, ek doosre ke kareeb rehte hai,"

"On the wedding night, the husband and wife come close for the first time. I mean, they make love, talk sweetly, and stay close to each other," I tried to say, unable to find the right words for the actual process.