Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love

1 ~ The New Pain

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Ruhani POV

Sitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding night.

Yesternight, I got married to Sultan Aashiq Ibrahim Khan. He was the King of Kainat Sultanate and my childhood love. But, the only moment when I saw him first and last time was almost fifteen years ago.

I was four when I first saw him and my Badi Ammi jokingly called him to be my husband. I laughed that time. But, that one relationship that was built in just a few moments then, was enough to make me believe that the rest of the rituals were just a procedure for me, now. The process of a sacred wedding that we followed yesternight was just a formality for me as my heart had always considered him to be my husband and my love.

There was not even a single day when I did not blush thinking of him, not a single night when I did not remember him. I always knew that one day we were going to be together. Our families wanted this ever since we were born.

I smiled and rolled my toes at the visual of him slowly feathering my cheeks, making love to me, blurring my vision again and again.

Finally, it was the time when I would see him again. When I would know how he looks now, he had been often away from the Kingdom for thirteen years for politics and training. And, when he came back, our parents decided to tie us into a knot.

I was blushing hard as I had been waiting for him for so long. His voice must be sweet, he would call me his Begum just like my father says to my mother. I had always imagined my father's nature in him as I did not know much about him.

I giggled a little under the veil of my maroon and green bridal attire. I was decorated with heavy gold and diamond jewellery from tip to toe for him. Each part of my body was yelling that I belonged to him. The way I was decorated with his chosen attire and jewellery was claiming his possession over me. Already.

I was trying to compress my frequent blush that was turning my cheeks warm like candles. My lips unknowingly turned into a slight smile. And, the decoration of the chamber and the fragrance of the surroundings were helping nothing to calm down my racing heartbeats.

The whole chamber was flooded with the fresh petals of roses, and the warm and soothing yellow brightness of candles was turning the haunting silence of night into a peaceful bright occasion. The strong fragrance of wild jasmine and fragmented oils was something beautiful and lovely.

I placed my hand on my chest as I could feel my heart pounding inside it. I did not know, but this wait was something unbearable now. It's been almost fifteen years of waiting for mine, and today I was waiting for the fruit of my every prayer—the fruit of my patience and love.

My lips curved into a smile as I believed that God has chosen best for me, chosen the love for me.

Unke Intzaar me hum palke bichae bethe hai,

Apne har sajde ka hisaab lagae bethe hai,

bahut ho gayi ab ye ruswayi mere sajan,

Ab to tere deedar ki aas hum lagae bethe hai,

Yu humpe is qadar ruswayi ka sitam na karo,