Bride of Sultan ~ The Bleeding Rose

9 ~ The King is nothing without the Queen

Am I not worthy of Following? 

Sultan POV

She held my hand and it worsened my racing heartbeats. I didn't know why I wasn't able to hold my attraction toward her. My purpose was just to mark her so that nobody questions our relation but those two kisses on her back were something that came out unconsciously. 

I turned to look at her and she looked at my face.

"Are you blushing?" She asked with knitted eyebrows and flat expressions.

"No" I answered back.

I was trying hard not to reveal that it was something very hard for me to do as I had never thought of any woman, never saw and touched any woman than one.

I used to be very open with her but I couldn't do anything with her. I couldn't disgrace my love.

"Yes, and why do you do it now?" She asked coming closer.

"Means?" I asked not understanding what she wanted to say.

"Aap Chahte to raat ko bhi ye sab kar sakte the... fir abhi kyu?... hamare hosh-o-hawas me hi kyu" 

"If you wanted then you could have done it in the night too... why now?... why in my conscious state?" She said and knitted her eyebrows and continued.

"Iska matlab aap jaante hai ki hume kuch nahi yaad ki kal raat kya hua tha... kya hua tha kal raat hamare beech?"

"That means you know that I don't remember anything about last night... What happened last between us?" She asked glaring into my eyes.

I lifted my gaze and met eyes with her. Even though I become weak in front of women but that didn't mean she could question me like that.

"Hamare beech bohot kuch hua tha... kya kya batae"

"There was a lot that happened between us... How much should I tell" I said feathering her cheeks. I had noticed yesterday that her face changes so sweet whenever I touch her cheeks. Her eyes become soft and I feel her getting affected by my touch.

Her eyes dated over mine and I just couldn't stop myself from getting closer. Her curly fringes were wet as she came out of Hammam. I leaned into her ear locking her hair behind and muttered.

"Aapki kamar pe jo kaala til hai vo behad khoobsurat hai or aapke per... Mashallahhh"

"The black on your back is extravagant and your legs... my god!" I lied just to make her a little unconfident so that she didn't question anymore and just as I thought. She felt irritated and pushed me in anger.