"Hadija, I'm feeling fine! Can I join the Royal Family at the common room? I hate being in this resting chamber all the time!" Nazia whined, while crossing her arms.
Hadija walked over to Nazia after placing a silver tray on the bedside table.
"Even though you are gradually recovering, I still can't let you leave this room, Queen." Hadija smiled sitting next to Nazia.
"Why not? Why aren't I allowed to see my own father?" Nazia pouted. Resembling a small child, who was not allowed to eat a delicacy.
"Orders from your husband, Queen." Hadija smirked while handing Nazia a cup of herbal tea.
Nazia took the silver cup from Hadija. A stench emerged from the cup which caused Nazia to belch.
"Get this extremely disgusting, vile, putrid drink away from me!" Nazia shrieked, while she pushed the cup into Hadija's soft palms.
"King Ram would be upset, if you didn't take your medicine." Hadija frowned, while she forced Nazia to drink the herbal brew.
Nazia shook her head and craned her neck away from Hadija's palms, which held a brew, which smelled like death.
"Get it AWAY from ME!" Nazia shrieked once more, causing Hadija to giggle.
"Looks like only your husband, can make you drink this." Hadija grinned as she placed the silver cup down.
Nazia rolled her eyes, clearly uninterested in listening to what Hadija had to say.
"I'm not joking. King Ram genuinely loves you, Queen. Your marriage is working. This is no longer a marriage of alliance, it is a marriage of love!" Hadija smiled at Nazia.
Nazia sighed as she lay down the bed, clearly not caring about the tales of King Ram.
"Queen, you have to accept him. He loves you deeply. The way he cares for you, the way he feeds you. Mashallah. You're gifted, Queen." Hadija swooned.
"We will see about that." Nazia shook her head, as she looked down at her hands that were decorated with faint henna designs. That's when she noticed it.
Her, diamond wedding band.
Memories came back to her, like a whirlpool.
Her wedding day.
No doubt, she hated it. Ram hated it as well. However, slowly, she found herself smiling despite recalling a sour incident.
A wedding band, symbolises many things, one of the things that Nazia believed in wholeheartedly, was the fact that it represented the never ending union of two hearts.
Nazia smiled while she stroked the blinding diamond that sat atop of her gold wedding band.
"Greetings King Ramji!" Hadija's cheerful voice pierced through Nazia's thoughts.
Nazia noticed Ram's gold crown glistening in the dim lighting of the room. Ram seemed to illuminate, providing eternal brightness to her dull world.
It was raining outside as well, which provided the perfect atmosphere for Nazia to escape into fantastical thoughts about her husband. Her brain was ready to forgive Ram, but, her ego resisted to accept his forgiveness.
"I'll make her drink the herbal medicine. Please, proceed to prepare the dining table for the lunch," Ram's voice broke her thoughts immediately.
"WHAT? NO!" Nazia replied almost instantly attempting to walk off from the bed.
Ram held onto her delicate forearm almost effortlessly.
"Nazia, you have to drink this. You have to get well soon. You have to do your duties as a Queen, you can't be laying in bed all the time." Ram explained, as he made Nazia sit back down on the bed.
Ram took his right hand and plugged Nazia's button nose, simultaneously feeding her the herbal tea which now caused even the King himself to belch.
"It wasn't that bad now, was it?" Ram asked as he placed the cup down on the bedside table.
"It wasn't. But I would appreciate it if you unplugged my nose," Nazia replied in a nasal voice.
Ram obliged and Nazia was furious when the taste hit the back of her throat.
"THAT TASTES DISGUSTING NOW!" Nazia coughed and began playfully hitting Ram.
Ram laughed and continued allowing his wife to hit him, he loved her and he would have given his soul just to see her smile.
"Brother! Sultan Azman has arrived and mother is calling you," Arnav informed while standing near the entrance of the resting chamber.
Ram just nodded and smiled at Nazia before he left their resting chamber.
Nazia, tried to hide a smile from emerging, but failed at it terribly.
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Acceptance Is Treachery
General FictionHIGHEST RANKING: #786 in GENERAL FICTION HIGHEST RANKING: #13 in REGAL Princess Nazia, was always a carefree girl. A religious Sufi-Muslim if you will. However, her life took an abrupt turn when she crossed paths with a Hindu-Brahmin King. This s...