Bride of Sultan ~ The Forgotten Rose

4 ~ Confession

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Rehana POV

My heart stopped beating, meeting so many unfamiliar manly gazes at once.

I immediately looked back at him, embarrassed to come here like this.

He was sitting on the throne, the sword standing straight on the ground, supporting his forearm.

His eyes met mine, and I felt tightness in my chest.

His hair was combed back, only a loose strand falling over his forehead, almost crossing his right eyebrow. His masculine frame was adorned with dark green attire, embraced with the shining jewels intricated in the fabric.

His blank stare weakened my knees and brought trembles of nervousness all over my skin.

Suddenly, everyone stood up from their couches, and my heart skipped a beat.

I gulped with fear and tried to say something, but he did the honor.

"Takhliya,"

"Privacy," his voice ran a shiver in my body.

I immediately raised my hand to offer them a Salam as they bowed down to me while walking out.

Shefali also went away from there, leaving me alone.

I felt terribly nervous as he kept staring at me without blinking.

He seemed angry.

"Assalamwalaikum, Jaan-e-Jahan," I tried to wish in my breaking voice, gathering all my strength. He clenched his jaw a little before standing up.

I immediately took a tiny step back.

There were already four meters of distance between us. But his expressionless face made it feel like oceans.

And the place seemed to shrink suddenly as his gaze stayed unmoved on my face.

The temperature begins to rise out of nowhere.

"Vo hum muaafi chahte hai lekin hum soch rahe the ki aapki baaki... Begumo se mile, taaki... koi ladai jhagda na ho,"

"I am really sorry, but I thought to meet your other wives to keep everything... the fights do not happen between us," I tried to say as he stood up, tying his hands behind him and carrying the sword along all the time.

"Abhi ek din bhi nahi hua aapko aaye hue or ladai jhagdo ka sochne lagi,"

"It's not even been a single day since you have arrived, and you are already thinking about fights," he said, and I immediately shook my head.

"No, no, no, Jaan-e-Jahan—"

"Rehman," he corrected me, and my mouth hung slightly open.

I shook my head.

"I do not like that name. I like Jaan-e-Jahan," I said, and he stepped closer. I fisted my hand on the end of my dupatta with slight fear.

"Why? What's the problem with it?" he asked, standing before me, and I looked away for a moment.

"What is good about it? It's a simple name. Also, I did not know you are a Sultan, and you know that this whole Sultanate—"

"Sultanate, what?" he cut me off, stepping even closer to me.

Our bodies just stood a foot apart. My head automatically lifted a little to keep our eyes in contact.

"This Sultanate once belonged to my uncle and father," I managed to say, and he stared deep into my eyes.