Sultana's Sultan

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ASIF JAVID SULTAN POV

I had built a mansion on a mountain that was my personal property bought by my first income for god knows what, and know that i think about it,it was takdeer that i bought and built the property, it is filled with only four colours, crimson ,black, white, and eden green, all which my sultana adored, it was decorated cozy but dramatic, exactly how my sultana liked, each piece is chosen by me, form the structure to the type of flowers, all by me but to my sultanas liking, i had to rebuild the structure of the mansion, because it will be better to her liking. I told my sec to prepare the nikahnama.

I can't wait to have you in my arms my love.

ASMA KHAN POV

His mother's comment wasn't making sence, i am her enemy, my family is her enemy so why is she making me marry........no we are already married and now...........now i don't know what to do, i am an independent woman but divorce is not some child's play and neither is marriage but he did make it a child's play and i don't like it .......i knew i was gonna be married someday but like this it wasn't in my wildest dreams and .......what is going to happen ......to me.....to hamza... To my future and to hamza's. I know i can't get a divorce easily my Rab hates it ........is there even going to be us in the future........i am hating him, how can he just make me sign the nikahnama without my knowledge like a coward..... Who does he think he is ,he frauded me,tricked me, he lied to me and I will make sure to make his life a living hell. I hated divorces since i was young, i hated even the simple noun that carries so much power in a relationship, i thought why get into a marriage when in the end you will get a divorce, so my rule has always been marry for love or stay away from marriage and i hated the idea of breaking this rule even the slightest bit. Suddenly all the emotions crashed into me, i was married...i was married to my enemy,i was a married woman, i was in a marriage forcefully. In a marriage without love, a love that i craved and dreamed of,my whole life.

Suddenly i had lost all my power, my strength, my everything. My legs grew weak,soo weak that i fear i will fall down, my breaths they weren't coming, i couldn't breathe, my lungs were squeezed as if someone was compressing them, squeezing them to torture me but leaving just a bit of air flow enough to let me live, my knuckles whitened and my hands trembled.

"Ashi, go....... you must go" her eyes whom once beamed and sparkled with life and sunshine were now slowly going lifeless, i painstakingly ran my trembling hand on her face her head was injured she was covered in her own blood , her previous white hospital gown was now covered in her own blood ,my tears were flowing ,i couldn't seem to stop them, they were flowing nonstop, i couldn't leave her hair in a middle of nowhere, she has to go with me, we have to live, i need to wake her up, we have to go and heal ,she is injured, dangerously injured, we have too many dreams to live , cars to ride , places to visit and cultures to discover.i can't leave her here , they might find us, they will take us back into that place, i don't want her or to me to suffer. "Alya ....... please......alya open your eyes ,...... please.....alya its not the time to sleep......api.....api please.....api please...i am scared......its dark here api....they will find us api...."

Stop ashi,stop. You are no longer weak ,you are no longer that helpless teenager who lost her everything that day, but no i can't lose hamza, he is like a child to me, my wonderful precious nephew. And i know one damn single thing that i am not a hero, i am not a fantasy in a movie that will sacrifice my loved ones for better outcome,to save a world where i will have noone to hold as mine and to call precious and the ones who loved me back.i am not that strong to let go of my loved ones, i do not possess that strength to let go of my precious people, and i am so much Okey with it, i may not be strong enough to let go but i am strong enough to hold onto what i want to hold onto, even if it means burning the whole fucking universe even if it meant burning myself with it, if this is what its going tobe then so be it.

I knew how to compose myself, to strengthen myself and my front lines , to sharpen my sword and to cut threw flesh all so i can never be in that place with that helplessness again, so i could never lose someone again, not on my watch.

My eyes met his ,his eyes were the same, black, pitch black eyes ,eyes whom i once thought were innocent and found them attractive and addictive, i regret it,i regret every feelings i once had towards him except hatred that i now have in my eyes, all i could think was to kill and torture him in 87 ways i can think of and all so new ways of torture. His eyes darkened, his aura dangerous and his mind playing wicked games but fortunately and unfortunately he and his family left our house leaving a brewing strom behind. My family was shocked.

The atmosphere became tense and dripped of anger and shock and something else. My mother fell on the sofa,as if her legs gave out,my father and emana ran towards her, my father's eyes softened but there was still darkness in them, i have never seen my father helpless but i have seen him helpless when it came to my mother,his wife. There was never a day where i saw my father upsetting my mother. I wanted a love like theirs but now i don't think that's possible.

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