Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love

41 ~ The Cold Shivers

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Ruhani POV

"Nagina tried to find him but I think he is not in the Sultanate,"

Shaheen informed and I closed the wide-bound pages, illustrating a book. My eyes blinked slowly for those few moments when I tried to collect every place he could be. A few locations crossed my conscience and I lifted my gaze from the wooden table to back to her.

I signaled her not to worry about him and take my dinner back. If my dearest husband had not had dinner yet, how could I eat? This was not particularly my devotion to my Shauhar but a kind act to show that I was also deeply affected by his mourning over his father's death day.

His death was surely tragic but he needed to understand that this was a process of life. Surely, it could make him feel any better of his father's early death but it could at least make him lessen his guilt.

The guilt, I believed was because he could not meet his father when he was leaving for my Sultanate that black day. He was kind of busy playing with his siblings. 

And, he needed to understand that no matter how hardworking and deep effort we put into something, it was just God that can grant us that something.

I stood up from the wide cushioned chair placing my palms flat over the wooden table. The behind of my brain captured the cold of the wood which was in contrast to the warm pages of the book due to my bodily heat.

'Is it cold outside?'

I signal-questioned Shaheen.

"It is raining and thundering outside, Begum and yes, Cold,"

She informed and I remembered the incidents that happened in the hammam today with the mention of water in its most pleasing form, Rain.

I nodded my head and asked her to retire to his quarters and take a rest also reminding her that they had to do that work for me.

When she left, I looked around at the candles and started blowing their flame away with my mouth, as I needed to close the library before leaving. I could not risk my journal being caught in the wrong hands. That was why I put it in between the busiest shelf in the library.

I came out of the library and my ear noticed the faded sound of rain dropping and the comparatively colder weather outside. Cold enough to bring goosebumps over my exposed neck and bare arms in three-quartered sleeves.

I walked passed the dark gallery as the light lamps were blowing off with the strong winds. A few helpers stopped in their way and bent their heads in respect and honor. I recognized one of them from the servant quarters and looked at them as they were trying to lighten the lamps again.

From inside, I could feel the fear bubbling in me with the scary weather and then joined by the sudden strong lighting. I was close to the entrance of this gallery when my body shivered with the strong thunder, seeming cloudburst almost.

I was scared, even to death and then that blue-white lighting in the pitch-dark sky made me gulp in fright. I saw the clear image of that thundering texture like vast and fast-growing wild roots in the soil.

Then, I looked at the Stoney pathway lowering my eyes which was between the finely cut grass garden. The water started logging and if I step down that two small stairsteps, my feet would drown up to my ankle.

But, I needed to go, to find Sultan in this deadly weather and somewhere I knew where he could be.

Courageously, I stepped down and walked all my way toward his garden, where he usually spends his time with his little pets. My clothes turned wet the very moment, I stepped down. The strong winds made my dupatta slip down my head and ready to fly along the storm.