Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love

71 ~ What You Feel Is What I Feel

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Ruhani POV

"What about a Sultanate?"

He asked and a strong shiver ran down my spine. I stood up and looked at his face trying to comprehend what his emotions were carrying.

But, I was sure about one thing and it was Destruction. His eyes were teary, not teary because of sadness but a burning rage that was dripping insane anger. The anger was not instantly developed but a calculative and well-thought anger.

"Aahil, please wait for Canons,"

I tried to say and he took a few steps closer to me. Cupping my cheeks, he leaned into my forehead and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"You are my canons,"

He muttered slowly and I took him taking steps away from me.

"Remember, what you feel is what I feel. If you cry, I will cry,"

I tried not to break, not now, not in front of him. Everyone was watching me, my people were watching me and I courageously nodded.

He turned his back away from me and I saw him leaving. Behind him, the head commander and the main soldiers followed.

And, I looked at the attendees carrying Rabia's stoned egg away.

I sat down on the couch and tried to figure out if there were no canons, how could we win a war. What were the options available to us and how was I going to help him at this moment?

His strategy was clear to me. He did not want the news of Rabia's death to reach her father and wait for them to attack us. He wanted to initiate the war and now he had a valid reason. The testimony of Rabia accepting that her father committed his crimes in front of her was heard was thousands of people. 

He would attack first and give no chance to them to prepare themselves for us. But, still, a number of soldiers could not beat the canons.

I had to think about something.

Then suddenly, a thought crossed my mind and I stood up from the couch. Stepping down, I called for Shaheen and Nagina.

She stood in front of me and I ordered Shaheen.

"Shaheen, you have to collect all the women soldiers whom our second-in-command started giving training six months ago,"

I said and she nodded.

"Yes, Begum Sahiba,"

I sighed remembering that on a day when I visited the servant quarters I saw three young girls trying to combat with the thin wooden sticks. And, a group of ladies cautiously watched them.

Seeing them, I saw myself.

When I was a young girl, I used to look at my brother's training combat with swords. I used to watch sharply and it excited me to the level that my father asked me if I wanted to start combat training already.

I was privileged because I was a princess, but the women out there were not privileged and still had dreams. That day, I decided to start the combat training for women too and thousands of women enrolled for it. I gave the charge to the second-in-command who was allotted the safety of the Sultanate.

I took Nagina beside me and walked towards their ground.

I had to keep them on alert if anything wrong happens. Our men's army had a shortage and Darmiyan and Hamid just fought a war. And, I did not know if I should send them a letter. They had just left and I could not do that without discussing it with him.