Bride of Sultan ~ The Bleeding Rose

46 ~ Late Night Conversation

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Gulaab POV

"Be Ready, Gulaab"

I tried to look behind the emotion into his eyes.

"Ready for what? For babies?"

He laughed.

"No, I am sure a chicken can't deliver eggs"

I straightened myself and thinned my eyebrows.

"Was that an insult?"

He smirked.

"Nah, it is a fact"

I got it. He was making fun of me.

I maintained a distance from him as I showed him that I was angry.

He pulled me closer hugging me and my shoulder collapsed with his breaking my bones in the process.

"Ouch,"

I let a fake cry out and he thinned his eyebrows.

"You are such an artist,"

I laughed.

"For what, you wants me to be ready?"

I inquired rubbing my palm together as I was feeling cold.

"To be strong, to be a fighter,"

"Why I need to be a fighter when I have such a strong husband,"

I felt blushed.

He smiled and took my hand in his.

"But, a girl should be independently strong. I am alive today but who knows about future,"

My face turned pale and I lifted my gaze to him.

"Stop talking non-sense,"

I gave him warning.

"Okay,"

He agreed and rubbed my hands to calm the andreline that rushed to all nerves of my body few moments ago. His eyes holding concern for me.

"Begum, all I mean to say is you know very well about your condition."

I lifted my gaze to him.

"Condition?"

He sucked on his lower lip nervously and continued.

"You are suicidal,"

I didn't know why my heart beats raced suddenly.

"Begum, calm down"

He said hugging me tightly and placed his chin on my shoulder saying slowly.

"Whatever happened is your past. You went through it, struggled it, lived it and learned from it. Right?"

I nodded.

"But, you can't keep everything close and deep buried into your heart all those for ever,"

He breathed.

"I know,"

A slow and tender voice escaped my mouth.

"You do smile, laugh and are happy with me but still keeps your past inside you that keep making you weak. It unknowingly harm your confidence and powers. I know, I don't have any right to teach you anything but looking at you when you think of dyeing makes me weak the most. All those slight marks still visible on your skin reminds me every time that my beautiful rose is broken,"

Tears collected in my eyes. His voice slow and tender.

"Begum, I want my wife to be stronger who can't let situations rule her but she rules all the situations around her."