ROSES
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  • Reads 110
  • Votes 12
  • Parts 3
  • Time 32m
Ongoing, First published May 15, 2017
"Where are they taking me?" she said as she watch her brother pack her things, a pair of faded white dress and a rag doll, the only belonging she had yet owned.

"To a place flowing with sugar cakes and everything you love." he said, trying to smile and hide the grief in his face.

"But you won't go with me."

"I'll visit you."

"Do I need to go? I don't want to leave without you Philip."

"You need to Jane, it's not safe here anymore."

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Countless stars clustered around the faithful moon. Casting it's soft light on the earth wherein shadows shifted and danced. The moon glowed upon a kingdom surrounded by fortified walls upon the shepherd's house and his sleeping family, upon a knight's watch holding a torch. It glowed upon a sleeping peasant girl, its light caressing her lips as she mumbled in her sleep.

The moon glorious as it is, showers it's light on everything. Showing no favor nor abhorrence to anyone. It is impartial, oblivious to the good and bad it allows.

It glowed upon spears and swords, marching men, upon an army. The moon cast it's impartial light upon thousand of armed men, lighting there path as they marched straight to the sleeping kingdom.
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This was my first time. I patiently waited for the man Dua Begum told me would be my first to bed with. After starting to bleed two years ago, my stepmother left me at a pleasure house when my father abandoned us. Since then, I've accepted the pleasure house as my new home. He walked in a black Kurta with subtle green eyes and a deep voice. The moment he asked my name and age and then proposed to me for the wedding, I fell in love. There was no denying it. I was just fifteen, and he was nineteen. But, ever since the night of our wedding, he has not come back to take me with him to his home. He left me alone, stranded, burning for him. I did not know who he was. What did he do? All I knew was that he was the soul of my World. My Jaan-e-Jahan. Seven years later, he came back as a storm in my life. As Sultan Rehman Sulaiman. The son of the man who took everything from my family, even before my birth. The reason I ended up in the Pleasure House in the first place. But my love for my husband, the Sultan, is bigger than the mountains, deeper than the oceans, and wider than the skies, even though he is himself a Mountain, impossible to move, an ocean, scaring people to stay away, and a wide sky, impossible to reach. Discipline is everything for him. He is full of love and respect for his family but equally heartless and dangerous toward those who cross him. And, in all of this, I entered his life as a burning flame, a tiny candle's flame, dancing for his attention, crying for his affection, and dying for his love. Until he killed my only loved one. My love died. And, his never bloomed. I was once a bud, unbloomed Rose, who opened my deep red petals for him, and he turned them black, leaving me forgotten inside the dying pages. Was I always forgotten for him? Did he never consider me anything more than a mere responsibility? Will I always be remembered as Bride of Sultan ~ The Forgotten Rose? Mature Content!!! @Copyright 2025