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The journey had stretched endlessly, the desert roads long and unforgiving. The sound of hooves, the creaking of the palki, and the dry winds had become a constant part of life now. Days blended into nights, and nights into days... and still, the caravan moved forward.

Inside the palki, Ruhani sat quietly, her Kanha murti held close to her chest, as if it was the only familiar thing left in this unfamiliar world.

Ruhani's POV

Kitne dusht danav hain yeh...

Ek mahine se hume safar karwa rahe hain...

She shifted slightly, trying to ease the stiffness in her body, her back aching from sitting in the same position for hours.

Us din ke baad ek baar dekhne tak nahi aaye...

Jaise humne inki koi cheez chori kr li ho...

A small frown appeared on her face as she remembered.

Ek baar humne koshish bhi ki thi inse baat karne ki... prantu hume wahan se daant kar bhej diya...

Her lips pressed into a pout.

Sach kahe to... us din to rakshas ke bhi bade bhaisa lag rahe the...

She huffed softly, adjusting her dupatta.

Us din ke baad to hume aise dekhte hain jaise hume kaccha hi nigal jaayenge...

Then she winced slightly, stretching her fingers.

humara shareer toot raha hai is palki mein baithe baithe ...

Unable to sit still anymore, she leaned a little and carefully lifted the curtain of the palki just enough to peek outside.

The desert stretched endlessly.

Golden sand.

Moving caravan.

Soldiers riding alongside.

Her gaze shifted first toward Nadia, Farukh, and Kaashi, who were walking not far from the palki, talking softly among themselves, occasionally glancing toward her to ensure she was fine.

A small, almost invisible smile touched her lips at the sight of Kaashi.

But then-Her eyes moved forward.

Toward him.Sultan.

Riding his horse ahead of the caravan.

Tall.

Still.

Commanding.

His posture straight, his presence dominating even from a distance. The wind brushed against his attire, but he remained unmoved, as if the harshness of the desert did not affect him at all.

Ruhani's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than she intended.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

Hmph... bade aaye hume daantne wale...

She muttered under her breath, still watching him.But just then As if sensing her gaze Sultan slightly turned his head.

Not fully.

Just enough.

And for a brief second Their eyes met.

Ruhani's eyes widened.

And instantly She dropped the curtain.

Her heart beating just a little faster than before.

Inside the palki, she sat still for a moment, holding her Kanha a little tighter.

Hume kya...

dekhe ya na dekhe...dusht praani

But the slight uneasiness remained.

Because even from a distance

His gaze still felt... heavy.

The steady rhythm of the journey suddenly broke as the palki came to an abrupt halt, making Ruhani frown in confusion. Clutching her Kanha murti a little tighter, she leaned forward slightly and, unable to control her curiosity, carefully lifted the curtain just enough to peek outside.

The moment her eyes fell ahead, they widened in shock-Sultan was standing right in front of her, his gaze fixed directly on her as if he had been waiting.

Startled, she immediately dropped the curtain, her heart skipping a beat.

"Bade hi ajeeb praani hain... sab kuch dur se hi sun lete hai...?"

she muttered under her breath, her brows knitting together in slight panic.

For a few seconds, she sat still, trying to compose herself, but curiosity got the better of her again. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted the curtain once more-and found him still there, unmoved, still looking at her with the same intense gaze. This time, she quickly let the curtain fall again, almost fumbling in her haste, her lips forming a small pout as she whispered to herself,

"Lagta hai phir kuch aisa bolenge jo humari buddhi mein nahi aayega..."

while outside, Sultan remained exactly where he was, his expression unchanged, yet his silence carried something unsettling-as if he had heard far more than he should have.

Sultan's voice broke the silence outside, low yet commanding,

"Begum... bahar aaiye..."

Inside the palki, Ruhani's brows immediately furrowed, confusion flashing across her face. For a second, she didn't move. But then his earlier words echoed in her mind.

"Begum... agar aap ne abhi aankhen band kar ke aaraam na kiya... to hum aap ko registan ke beech tanha chhod kar rawana ho jayenge..."

Her eyes widened instantly.

A slight panic settled in her chest.

Before she could decide what to do, her thoughts were interrupted as the curtain shifted from outside and Kaashi's familiar voice reached her-

"Ruhani... bahar aaiye... Sultan bula rahe hain aapko..."

Ruhani looked toward the curtain, her grip tightening slightly around her Kanha murti. Her face clearly showed reluctance, a small pout forming on her lips as if she was already preparing herself for something troublesome.

Slowly... very slowly...

She adjusted her dupatta, took a small breath, and moved toward the exit of the palki, her movements hesitant yet obedient.

As she stepped out The bright desert light hit her eyes for a moment.

And then Her gaze lifted.

Straight to him.

Sultan stood there, tall and unmoving, his presence as dominant as ever, his eyes already on her as if he had been waiting for this exact moment.

Ruhani stopped right in front of him.

Quiet.

Slightly nervous.

And very clearly... unwilling.

Sultan's voice came again, calm yet commanding,

"Humare saath chaliye..."

Ruhani instantly looked up at him, her eyes widening a little as panic clearly settled on her face. Without thinking much, she quickly spoke, her words tumbling out in a mix of fear and innocence,

"Sultan...

kya hua agar humne aapko danav keh diya to ...

She paused only for a second before continuing, now slightly more anxious,

" iska arth yeh to nahi ki aap hume is tarah yahan chhod kar chale jaayenge..."

Sultan stared at her.

For a moment, he actually looked... taken aback.

Beside him, Haider, who was seated on his horse, let out a small laugh at her words, unable to hold it in. The sound of it immediately made Sultan turn his head sharply toward him, his gaze darkening with a warning so clear that Haider straightened instantly, suppressing his amusement.

Sultan then shifted his gaze back to Ruhani, his expression returning to its usual controlled calm. Without reacting to her words directly, he said,

"Kaashi... inke Kanha le lijiye..."

Ruhani blinked, confused.

Then panic returned stronger this time.

"Sultan...!"

she called again, her voice slightly shaky now. She clutched her Kanha murti a little tighter before hesitantly adding,

"H-Hum... agli baar aapko danav nahi bulaayenge... rakshas bula lenge khush... par ab to hume yahan mat chhodiye..."

For a second Complete silence.

Even the nearby soldiers seemed to pause.

Because instead of defending herself-

She had somehow made it worse.

And yet Her face held nothing but genuine concern.As if she truly believed this was a fair compromise.

Kaashi finally stepped forward, gently taking the Kanha murti from Ruhani's hands. Ruhani looked at her for a brief moment, her eyes still uncertain, and then turned back toward Sultan, her expression softening into a quiet plea as she called again,

"Sultan..."

But before she could say anything further, Sultan moved. Without giving her another chance to argue, he firmly held her wrist and started leading her toward his horse.

His grip wasn't harsh, but it left no room for refusal. Ruhani stumbled slightly to match his pace, clearly unprepared, yet still unable to stop herself from speaking.

"Sultan... aap aavashya hi danav ke vansaj hain... hume ghurte aur idhar-udhar kheenchte hi rehte hain..."

she muttered, her voice low but audible enough.

Around them, a few soldiers lowered their heads quickly, suppressing their laughter, while Haider turned his face slightly, hiding the amusement in his expression.

Sultan stopped near his horse.

Slowly.

Then, without reacting to her words, he said in a calm, firm tone,

"Chadhiye..."

Ruhani looked at the horse.

Then at Sultan.

Then again at the horse.

Her brows furrowed as if she was about to say something again but before a single word could leave her lips, Sultan spoke once more, a quiet warning hidden beneath his tone

"Begum..."

That was enough.

Ruhani immediately fell silent.

With a small pout and visible hesitation, she stepped forward and tried to mount the horse. Her movements were slightly clumsy, clearly showing she wasn't used to this.

Sultan glanced around once, and instantly, every soldier lowered their gaze, giving them privacy without being told.

Just then, Nadia quickly stepped forward with a long cloth, handing it to Sultan.

Without a word, Sultan took it.

Then, with controlled ease, he helped Ruhani settle properly on the horse, ensuring she was seated securely. After that, he mounted behind her in one smooth motion.

The cloth was then wrapped lightly around them, securing her position so she wouldn't lose balance during the journey.

For a brief second There was stillness.

Ruhani sat stiffly in front of him, unsure, slightly nervous, while Sultan remained steady behind her, his presence firm, controlled, and undeniably close.

And then With a slight movement of the reins The horse began to move.

The horse had barely started moving when Ruhani, still sitting stiffly in front of him, gathered a little courage and spoke again, her voice carrying that same innocent complaint,

"Sultan...

aapko agar humare saath ghudhsawari hi karni thi... to pehle bol dete..."

For a second Sultan said nothing.

The reins remained steady in his hands, his posture unchanged, his presence calm yet dominant behind her.

Ruhani slightly turned her face, just enough to glance back at him, her brows faintly furrowed as if she genuinely expected an answer.

"Itna ghumane ki kya zarurat thi... palki rok di... sabke saamne bula liya... phir haath pakad kar le aaye..."

she continued softly, almost mumbling to herself, yet loud enough for him to hear,

"seedha keh dete na..."

A faint breeze brushed past them as the horse picked up a steady pace.

Sultan's gaze lowered slightly toward her, his expression unreadable for a moment.

Then, finally, he spoke-his voice low, controlled

"Har baat... barah-e-raast arz farma dena laazim nahi hota, Begum..."

Ruhani blinked.

She stared ahead for a second, clearly not satisfied.

"Dekhiye... phir wahi... samajh nahi aaya..."

she muttered under her breath, shaking her head lightly.

Behind her For the briefest moment-

A faint smirk appeared on Sultan's lips.

But Ruhani couldn't see it.

She just adjusted herself slightly, still complaining in her mind, completely unaware of how her words were affecting him.

And the horse continued forward-

Carrying them both... a little closer than before.

Sultan suddenly turned the horse away from the main caravan, taking a different route through the vast stretch of desert. The change in direction made Ruhani frown instantly. She looked around, noticing how the soldiers were moving the opposite way, their figures slowly fading into the distance.

"Aapke sabhi sainik to dusri disha mein gaye hain..."

she said, confusion clear in her voice as she slightly turned her head.

Sultan didn't reply.

His grip on the reins tightened just a fraction, his gaze scanning the horizon, sharp... alert.

Something was off.

The wind shifted.

The silence grew heavier.

And then Without warning An arrow sliced through the air.

Sultan reacted instantly, pulling the reins hard and turning the horse, his arm instinctively moving to shield Ruhani But before he could fully act

Another arrow came.

Faster.

Closer.

Straight toward Ruhani.For a split second Time froze.

The arrow stopped just inches away from her forehead.

Ruhani's eyes widened.Her hand raised.

Holding it She had caught it.

Barely.

But enough to stop it.

Sultan's eyes darkened instantly.

Danger.Confirmed.

Before a second could pass, more arrows came flying from different directions. Sultan swiftly pulled Ruhani closer against him, one arm securing her tightly while the other drew his sword in a single fluid motion.

"Jhukiye, Begum...!"

he ordered sharply.

Ruhani immediately bent forward as another arrow passed right over them.

From behind the dunes Masked attackers emerged.

Riding fast.

Weapons drawn.

The desert that was silent moments ago now erupted into chaos.

Sultan kicked the horse forward, maneuvering it with precision, dodging attacks while keeping Ruhani protected. One attacker charged from the right-Sultan turned, his sword flashing in the sunlight, and in one swift strike, knocked him off his horse.

Another came from the front.

Sultan didn't slow down.

He shifted slightly, his arm still around Ruhani, and struck again clean, precise, deadly.

Ruhani clutched his arm tightly, her heart racing, but her eyes were wide-not just with fear... but something else.

Focus.

More attackers surrounded them.

The horse reared slightly as one came too close. Sultan tightened his hold around Ruhani, pulling her securely against him while fighting off another strike.

But the attacks weren't stopping.

They were coordinated.

Planned.

One attacker aimed again This time, closer.Too close.Ruhani noticed it.

Before Sultan could react She moved.

Grabbing the small dagger hidden in her attire, she turned slightly and deflected the incoming strike just enough to save them.

For a moment Even Sultan paused.

His gaze flickered toward her.

Just for a second.

But it was enough.Because now

He wasn't the only one fighting.

And the desert had just become far more dangerous than before.

The clash didn't slow.

If anything it grew sharper.

More attackers closed in, circling them like predators who had finally cornered their prey. The desert wind picked up, carrying sand into the air as hooves thundered across the ground. Sultan's sword moved with deadly precision, each strike controlled, each movement calculated but this time, he wasn't the only one reacting.

Ruhani's grip tightened around the arrow she had caught.Her breath steadied.Her fear still there

But buried under something older.

Something trained.

Another attacker lunged from the side, aiming straight for Sultan's back while his attention was split. Ruhani saw it before he did. Without thinking, she twisted slightly, her hand moving fast-she used the arrow itself, striking the attacker's wrist with sharp force. The weapon slipped from his hand, and before he could recover, Sultan finished him with a single, swift strike.

For a split second Sultan's gaze snapped toward her.Not shock.

Recognition. Then Another came.

This time from the front.

Too fast.

Sultan maneuvered the horse, but the attacker was close enough to land a hit. Ruhani reacted instantly she leaned forward, grabbing the loose cloth tied around them, and pulled it hard, throwing it toward the attacker's face. The sudden obstruction broke his focus just enough.

Sultan didn't waste that moment.

One strike.

And he was down.

The horse moved again, but now they were fully surrounded.

Ruhani's breathing had quickened, but her eyes... were no longer unsure. They were alert, sharp, scanning every movement around them.

An attacker aimed another arrow Closer this time.Before it could be released

Ruhani picked up the dropped weapon from the side of the saddle and threw it.

Not perfectly.

But enough.

It struck the attacker's shoulder, throwing off his aim completely.

Sultan's hold around her tightened-not in restriction, but in control as he turned the horse sharply, breaking through the weakest side of the circle. Two attackers tried to block their path.

Ruhani leaned slightly, grabbing the edge of Sultan's arm to steady herself

Then kicked.

Hard.

Her foot hit one of them directly, unbalancing him just enough for the horse to push through.

For a brief moment They broke free.

The distance widened.

The remaining attackers slowed, regrouping, their formation broken.

The desert fell into a tense silence again, only the sound of the horse's heavy breaths and the fading echoes of the clash remaining.

Sultan finally slowed the horse.

But didn't stop.Not immediately.

His arm was still firmly around Ruhani, holding her steady.

But his gaze Shifted to her.Different this time.Not just observing.Not just controlling.But assessing.

Because the girl who had sat quietly in a palki moments ago Had just fought beside him.And not like someone untrained.

Ruhani was still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling as the last echoes of the clash faded into the vast silence of the desert. A few loose strands of hair clung to her face, but she made no effort to move them away.

Instead, she slowly turned her head, just enough to look back at Sultan. This time, there was no fear in her eyes, no confusion only a quiet, steady confidence.

A faint smirk appeared on her lips as she held his gaze and said calmly,

"Dushman ki sabse badi galti...

yeh hoti hai ki woh saamne wale ko kamzor samajh leta hai...

par jab tak sach samajh aata hai... tab tak der ho chuki hoti hai..."

Her voice wasn't loud, yet it carried a strange firmness, as if these weren't just words but something she truly believed.

The desert wind passed between them, but Sultan didn't look away. He simply watched her more intently than before.

because the girl sitting in front of him, who just moments ago seemed delicate and unaware, had now revealed a side that didn't match her innocence at all, and that small smirk on her face spoke louder than any proof she was not as weak as she appeared.

The horse moved forward again, its pace steady yet alert as Sultan guided it through the quieter path, his eyes still scanning the surroundings for any remaining danger.

The tension of the fight slowly faded into the background, and just as quickly as it had appeared, Ruhani slipped back into her usual self-soft, curious, and completely unfiltered.

After a moment of silence, she spoke again, her voice carrying that familiar innocence,

"Sultan... aapne bataya nahi... hum is raste se kyun ja rahe hain...?"

Sultan didn't answer immediately.

Instead, his hold around her shifted.

Slow.

Deliberate.

His hand tightened slightly at her waist, adjusting her position so she sat more securely against him, pulling her just a little closer. The movement was controlled, protective... yet carried an unspoken intensity.

Ruhani's breath hitched faintly at the sudden closeness, her back brushing against him more firmly than before.

Only then did Sultan lean slightly forward, his voice low near her ear, calm yet commanding

"Awam ki nazron se door... aur mahal tak pohanchne ka yeh mukhtasar raasta hai, Begum..."

His grip didn't loosen.

If anything It stayed firm.

As the horse continued forward, cutting through the silent stretch of desert, carrying them both along a path that felt far more secluded than before.

The long journey finally came to an end as the grand structure of the palace rose before them, standing tall amidst the vast desert like a mirage turned real.

The palace was nothing less than majestic its towering sandstone walls glowing golden under the sun, intricate carvings running along the arches, and tall domes crowned with gleaming finials.

Massive gates adorned with detailed patterns slowly opened as the guards bowed, allowing their Sultan to enter.

Silken banners fluttered in the warm breeze, and fountains within the courtyard shimmered, adding a rare softness to the otherwise powerful, royal aura of the place.

As the horse came to a halt inside the palace grounds, attendants and guards immediately lowered their gazes in respect.

Not far from the entrance stood two figures.Prince Zayan and Princess Haya watching the arrival with keen eyes, curiosity evident in their expressions.

Sultan stepped down from the horse in one smooth motion, his presence commanding as ever. Then, he turned his gaze toward Ruhani.

Ruhani looked down at the height, then at him, and without hesitation, she extended her arms toward him like a child and said innocently,

"Hume bhi utariye..."

For a brief second, Sultan just looked at her.

Then, without a word, he stepped closer.

His hands reached her waist firm yet careful as he lifted her down from the horse in one effortless motion. But instead of setting her down immediately, there was a brief pause... a moment longer than necessary... where she remained held in his arms.

Ruhani's hands instinctively rested against his shoulders, her breath catching slightly at the sudden closeness. For a fleeting second, their eyes met hers wide and unaware, his deep and unreadable.

Then slowly He set her down.

But his hold lingered just a fraction before he finally let go.

Princess Haya's gaze immediately fixed on Ruhani the moment they reached the grand entrance. Her posture was straight, royal, and her tone carried authority as she stepped forward and said,

"Sultan... yeh kaun hai jo aapke saath hai?"

Prince Zayan stood beside her, silent yet observant, his sharp eyes studying Ruhani carefully, trying to read the truth behind the situation.

Sultan didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he walked ahead with calm dominance, and just before stopping, his hand moved to Ruhani's waist, guiding her forward with him. The gesture was controlled yet possessive. Ruhani stiffened slightly at the sudden closeness but followed, her steps adjusting with his as they stopped right at the entrance.

Then Sultan spoke, his voice deep and firm

"Aapa... miliye inse... yeh hain humari Begum... aur is riyasat ki Sultana."

A brief silence followed.

Haya and Zayan both looked at Ruhani again-this time more intently, as if trying to confirm whether this was truly the truth.

Ruhani felt their gaze.

Without thinking, she moved slightly closer to Sultan, her fingers lightly clutching his attire, then looked up at him and said softly.

"Sultan aapka pure parivaar ko ghurne ki aadat hai kya....

For a second Everything went still.

Sultan's eyes shifted toward her, then he leaned slightly closer, his voice low, meant only for her-

Begum.... Aap chup rhengi kuch wakt ....

Princess Haya's expression changed instantly, her eyes narrowing just a little as she looked between them. Then she spoke again, this time her tone sharper

"Sultan... yeh sab kya hai? Aapne nikah kiya... aur hume ittila tak zaroori na samjha?"

Sultan straightened, his expression turning cold yet composed as he replied

"Mauqa hi nahi mila, Aapa... aur kuch faisle waqt dekh kar nahi liye jaate."

Haya held his gaze, clearly not satisfied.

And between them Ruhani stood.

A tense silence lingered in the air as Princess Haya's sharp gaze remained fixed on Sultan, clearly demanding answers. But before Sultan could say anything further

Ruhani stepped forward.

Her movement was sudden, yet graceful in its own unpolished way. She folded her hands slightly in a traditional royal greeting

Pranam....

her posture respectful but her expression... far from submissive.

Then she looked directly at Haya and spoke, her tone carrying that same innocent honesty, yet bold enough to shake the moment

"Yeh aapko kya btate inhone to hume hi avsar nhi diya..."

Her words fell plainly.Without fear.

Without filter.And for a second-

Everyone froze.

Princess Haya's brows lifted slightly, clearly not expecting such a response. Prince Zayan's gaze sharpened with interest, while a few attendants discreetly lowered their eyes, sensing the tension rise.

Sultan's expression hardened instantly.

"Begum..."

he said, his voice low but edged with warning.

Ruhani didn't step back.

She simply stood there calm, composed in her own way completely unaware of how boldly she had just spoken in front of the royal family.

Princess Haya's gaze slowly shifted back to Ruhani, this time more composed, yet still carrying that sharp royal authority. She observed her for a moment before speaking, her tone firm and refined,

"Aapka ism (name ) kya hai, Sultana?"

Ruhani didn't hesitate even for a second. She replied instantly, her voice simple and clear,

"Ruhani..."

Haya gave a slight nod, her expression still unreadable, and then she straightened a little as she spoke again, her tone now more formal, carrying a dignified weight

"Hum Haya hain...Sultana-e-mohtarma... Sultan ki badi behen."

Then her gaze moved toward the man standing beside her, and with a graceful gesture, she added

"Aur yeh..."

she paused briefly, looking at him,

"Shehzade Zayan hain... Sultan ke saghe chhote bhai."

Prince Zayan stepped a little forward, his posture straight yet respectful, and bowed his head slightly in a formal royal manner before saying in a composed tone,

"Adaab arz hai, Bhabhijaan..."

Ruhani watched him for a brief second, then her eyes instinctively shifted toward Sultan as if silently confirming what she was supposed to do. Receiving no objection, she straightened herself, gathered her composure, and then returned the greeting in a graceful rajvadi andaaz, slightly lowering her head with folded hands in front

"Aapko pranam..."

Her gesture carried simplicity, yet a quiet dignity of her own world, different from theirs-but not lesser.

And for a moment

Two different cultures stood face to face.

Princess Haya finally spoke, her tone composed yet authoritative as she gestured lightly ahead,

"Chaliye, Sultan... aap dono safar se thak gaye honge... andar tashreef layein."

Sultan gave a slight nod and was about to move forward when suddenlyRuhani's fingers caught the edge of his upper cloth, tugging it lightly.

The small action was enough to stop him.

He looked down at her.

Ruhani tilted her face up, concern flickering in her eyes as she asked softly,

"Kaashi... kahan hai...?"

Sultan held her gaze for a brief moment before replying in a calm, measured tone,

"Raaste mein hongi woh, Begum... kuch waqt lagega unhe..."

Ruhani nodded slowly, though her concern didn't fully fade. Still, she let go of his attire and quietly moved along with them.

As they stepped inside Her eyes widened.

The palace from within was even more breathtaking than it appeared from outside. Vast marble corridors stretched endlessly, their floors polished so finely that they reflected the golden light of the grand chandeliers hanging above.

The walls were adorned with intricate carvings and delicate patterns, each telling stories of legacy and power. Tall arches framed the hallways, draped with rich silken curtains that swayed gently with the breeze.

Fountains carved from white stone stood in the center of courtyards, their soft water sounds adding a rare calmness to the grandeur.

Everywhere she looked There was richness.Detail.Authority.

But also... unfamiliarity.

Ruhani walked slowly, her gaze moving from one corner to another, quietly absorbing everything. The place was beautiful Yet it didn't feel like hers.

Not yet. And as she walked beside Sultan, surrounded by a world so different from her own A silent realization settled within her.

This was her new reality.

Sultan's gaze shifted briefly toward Haya as they continued walking through the grand corridor, his voice calm yet authoritative as he asked,

"Aapa... Ammi jaan kahan hain?"

Haya adjusted her gaze towards him slightly before replying in a composed tone,

"Woh dusri riyasat mein hain, Sultan...

jald hi yahan tashreef le aayengi.".

Sultan gave a slight nod, acknowledging her words. Just then, the atmosphere shifted as Haider entered from behind with steady steps, followed by Kaashi, Nadia, Farukh, and a few servants..

Ruhani's eyes instantly searched for Kaashi.

The moment Kaashi looked at her, she gave a small, reassuring nod silent, but enough to calm Ruhani's unease for a brief second.

But then Haya's voice drew her attention again.

"Sultana..."

Haya said, her tone firm yet formal, then gestured slightly toward Haider,

"Yeh Haider hain... Sultan ke doosre bhai..."

Ruhani's gaze shifted to him.

Haider stepped forward with a composed expression and greeted her respectfully,

"Aadab, Bhabhijaan... pehle aapse milne ka mauqa nahi mila..."

But Ruhani didn't respond.

She simply kept looking at him.

Not with softness.

Not with acceptance.

But with something heavier... something unresolved.

Sensing the tension, Sultan leaned slightly closer to her and spoke in a low voice,

"Begum..."

But Ruhani suddenly turned toward him, her eyes sharp, voice steady yet edged with emotion

"Hum inse nahi milenge... inhone humare bhaisa ke praan lene ka prayash kiya tha..."

Her words hit the air like a blade.

A flash of memory crossed her mind the battlefield, the chaos, the moment Haider's actions had nearly taken everything from her.

Silence followed.

Sultan's gaze turned serious,unreadable.

Haider, however, stepped forward slightly and spoke, his voice controlled, respectful yet heavy with truth

"Sultana... maafi chahte hain... magar hum majboor the..."

Ruhani didn't answer.

She simply turned her face away, her silence louder than words, while the tension between the three of them lingered heavily in the grand corridor.

Sultan's expression remained firm as the tension settled in the grand corridor. After a brief silence, he turned slightly toward Haya and spoke in a calm but decisive tone,

"Aapa... hume lagta hai Sultana ko aaram farmaana chahiye."

Haya studied Ruhani for a moment, then gave a small nod, accepting his decision without argument.

Sultan then shifted his gaze toward the attendants and ordered in a steady voice,

"Nadia... Farukh... Sultana aur unki saheli ko unke khwabgah mein le jaaya jaaye."

Nadia immediately bowed her head respectfully and replied,

"Ji, Huzoor..."

Her tone was soft, obedient, and she gently stepped forward to guide them.

Farukh followed silently, maintaining a respectful distance, while Kaashi moved closer to Ruhani, staying beside her like a shadow of reassurance.

Ruhani walked slowly, her eyes still carrying traces of anger and confusion. Even as she moved, her gaze briefly shifted back toward Haider and then toward Sultan, as if still trying to process everything that had just happened.

The palace corridors stretched ahead of them long, elegant, and richly decorated. Golden chandeliers hung from high domed ceilings, casting a warm glow over marble floors that reflected every step like water. Intricate carvings lined the walls, depicting battles, royal lineage, and ancient symbols of power.

Tall arches opened into smaller hallways, where servants stood quietly, bowing their heads as they passed. The air carried a faint scent of oud and rosewater, mixing with the coolness of stone and silk drapes that moved gently with the breeze.

Ruhani's eyes moved over everything, but her mind remained unsettled.

Kaashi walked closer and subtly brushed her hand against Ruhani's arm, silently assuring her presence.

Nadia led them further down the corridor toward a large carved wooden door, intricately designed with golden patterns. As they reached it, she stopped and turned slightly, waiting for them to enter.

Ruhani hesitated for a moment at the threshold, her expression still conflicted, but Kaashi gently stepped forward, encouraging her with silent support.

And slowly

They entered the room.

The moment they stepped inside, Ruhani paused.

The room was vast yet calming far softer than the heavy grandeur of the corridors outside. Thick silk curtains in deep earthy tones hung from tall windows, gently swaying with the desert breeze.

A large carved bed stood at the center, its frame made of dark polished wood, draped with light embroidered fabric.

Near it, a low seating area was arranged with cushions, brass lamps, and a small table already set with water and refreshments.

The walls carried delicate patterns floral and geometric giving the space a quiet royal warmth rather than intimidation.

Nadia bowed her head slightly and spoke softly,

"Sultana... yeh aapka khwabgah hai. Agar kisi cheez ki zarurat ho to hume bula lijiye."

Farukh stood near the door, respectfully silent, while Kaashi instinctively moved closer to Ruhani, scanning the room before relaxing a little.

Ruhani slowly stepped forward, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of the bed canopy. Everything felt too large... too unfamiliar. She turned slightly toward Kaashi, her voice low,

"Yeh sab... itna bada kyun hai...

humare kaksh jaise toh kuch bhi nahi..."

Kaashi gave a small reassuring smile,

"Ruhani... aap ab yahan mehmaan nahi hain... Sultana hain.

Ruhani didn't respond immediately. Her gaze lowered, conflicted.

Outside the room, footsteps echoed.

Nadia stepped out first, followed by Farukh, closing the door gently behind them, leaving the two friends alone.

For a few seconds, silence filled the room.Then Kaashi finally exhaled and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside her.

"Yahan aake sab kuch alag lag raha hai na..."

Ruhani slowly sat down beside her, still tense, still processing everything.

"Alag nahi... ajeeb lag raha hai Kaashi... sab kuch itna bada... aur hum..."

she paused, glancing around,

"hum abhi bhi samajhne ki koshish kar rahe hain ki yeh sab humare sath ho kya gya ..."

Kaashi gently placed her hand over Ruhani's, grounding her.

At that moment, outside the room

A faint shadow lingered near the corridor.

Sultan stood there for a brief second, his gaze fixed on the closed door.

Unreadable.

Silent.

Then he turned away.

But the silence he left behind Was heavier than words.

Ruhani turned back toward Kaashi, her eyes then falling on the small murti still in her hand. She spoke softly,

"Kaashi... aap inhe is mez par baitha dijiye..."

Kaashi nodded and carefully placed the murti on the nearby wooden table, ensuring it was steady. Ruhani's gaze, however, had already drifted away. She slowly scanned the room again, her curiosity returning despite her earlier confusion.

That's when her eyes landed on three separate doors along one side of the chamber.

She hesitated for a moment, then instinctively stepped toward one of them and pushed it open.

The moment the door creaked open Her eyes widened.

Behind it stretched a vast bathing chamber, unlike anything she had ever seen. A large pool-like structure occupied most of the space, its water still and clear, reflecting the soft golden light filtering through high carved openings in the ceiling.

The entire area was designed with polished stone, intricate carvings along the edges, and steps leading gently into the water.

The atmosphere felt private, luxurious, and almost unreal in scale.

But what caught her attention more was the structure in between the space was divided by a beautifully carved wall-like partition, separating sections of the bathing area while still maintaining openness.

Near one corner, a narrow passageway led further inside, suggesting another connected section beyond.

Kaashi, who had followed her in, also stopped at the doorway, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the sheer size and design of the place.

Ruhani remained still for a moment, simply observing everything.

" yeh toh..."

she murmured under her breath, unable to find the right words.

The place was clearly meant for royal use grand, private, and carefully designed but to her, it felt overwhelming in its scale and unfamiliarity.

Kaashi slowly stepped beside her and whispered,

"Ruhani... yeh shahi hamam jaisa lagta hai..."

Ruhani nodded faintly, still staring at the water, her thoughts briefly quiet for once as she tried to absorb just how different this world truly was from anything she had known before.

Ruhani was still standing near the bathing chamber when footsteps echoed softly in the room.

Princess Haya entered with her usual composed grace, her gaze immediately settling on Ruhani.

She called in a firm yet dignified tone,

"Sultana..."

Ruhani turned back instantly and stepped forward, replying softly,

"Jiii..."

Haya's expression, this time, was gentler than before as she looked at both Ruhani and Kaashi and spoke in a calm, respectful tone,

"Hum umeed karte hain ke aapko aapka khwabgah pasand aaya hoga."

Ruhani nodded slightly and replied,

"Ji..."

Haya continued, her voice steady and courteous,

"Aap araam farmaiye... hum sirf aapki tabiyat aur safar ki haalat ke mutalliq maloomat lene aaye the."

Ruhani gave a soft, respectful reply,

"Dhanyawad..."

With that, Haya gave a slight nod and quietly exited the room, her presence as composed as it had been when she arrived.

Soon after, Nadia and Farukh stepped forward. Nadia bowed her head slightly and spoke,

"Kaashi... aap humare saath tashreef le chaliye.

Hum aapko aapka kamra dikha dete hain."

Ruhani immediately looked up, concern flickering in her eyes, and spoke quickly,

"Kyun... Kaashi humare saath rahengi..."

Nadia replied in a firm yet respectful tone,

"Maafi chahte hain, Huzoor... magar yeh kamra Sultan-e-Aala ka hai. Yahan aap aur Sultan ke siwa koi aur nahin reh sakta.

Hum jald hi Kaashi ko wapas le aayenge."

There was a brief pause.

Kaashi gave Ruhani a reassuring glance before stepping away with them. Nadia and Farukh then left the room together, closing the door gently behind them.

Now Ruhani stood alone.

The silence of the grand chamber surrounded her.

She looked around once more, taking in the unfamiliar luxury, the vastness, the stillness.

Then, her eyes shifted toward the remaining doors.After a brief hesitation, she walked toward the third door in the corner and slowly pushed it open.

The moment it opened A soft breeze touched her face.

And her eyes widened slightly.

It was a beautiful balcony.

She stood on the balcony for a while, the cool breeze brushing against her face as she quietly observed the vast palace grounds below.

For the first time since arriving, a faint smile touched her lips. The place, despite its grandeur, had a strange calmness to it. After spending a few peaceful moments there, she finally decided to take a fresh bath and stepped back inside.

The bathing chamber still carried a soft, misty warmth. Ruhani slowly entered the water, letting herself relax as she moved from one side of the pool to the partitioned area. The water was soothing, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to enjoy it, forgetting the heaviness of everything outside.

But then She heard movement from the other side of the partition.

Her first thought was Kaashi... maybe Nadia or Farukh checking on her. Without thinking much, she moved toward the corner where a narrow passage led to the other side.

And then She stopped.

Her breath caught.

Because standing there, on the other side of the partition, was Sultan.

He was bathing, completely unaware of her presence. The water reached his waist, and his upper body was uncovered. The soft golden light filtering in from above highlighted his form strong shoulders, a well-built warrior's frame shaped by years of battle, and a controlled strength that wasn't loud but deeply evident in every line of his posture.

His skin had a light tan tone, marked subtly by the sun and training, giving him a grounded, rugged presence rather than anything overly polished.

Ruhani froze instantly.

Her eyes widened in shock as she processed the scene in front of her, completely unprepared for this sudden reality. Her fingers instinctively tightened against the edge of the partition as she stood there, caught between stepping back and being noticed.

And for a moment.The world outside that chamber disappeared completely.

As Sultan turned slightly, sensing something unusual in the stillness of the chamber, Ruhani panicked instantly.

Without thinking, she quickly sank deeper into the water, trying to hide herself completely. But after a moment of hesitation, she couldn't hold her breath any longer and carefully came back up, only her head now visible above the water.

She looked around, blinking, searching the other side of the partition where she had seen him just moments ago.

But He was gone.

Her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Kahan gaye... dusht praani..."

she muttered under her breath, scanning the water with innocent irritation, completely unaware of where he had disappeared.

The chamber was silent again.

Too silent.

Before she could process it further-

A sudden movement disturbed the water near her.Her breath caught.

Something no, someone gripped her ankle gently but firmly, and in an instant, she was pulled slightly deeper into the water with a soft splash.

Ruhani's eyes widened in shock as she instinctively tried to steady herself, but before she could react properly, she felt strong arms around her waist, guiding her upward again.

And when she surfaced. She froze.

Sultan was right there.

Closer than before.

His presence calm, steady, and completely in control of the moment.

One hand still secured lightly around her waist, the other steadying her so she wouldn't lose balance in the water. The distance between them had disappeared almost entirely, leaving only the quiet sound of water and their uneven breaths.

Ruhani blinked, startled, her earlier annoyance completely gone now, replaced by surprise and something softer she couldn't quite name.

Sultan didn't speak immediately.

He just looked at her.

He slowly moves her hand from her waist to downward. Ruhani Feeling the touch of his hands,closed her eyes , her breathing becomes uneven, as his touch was giving her incredible pleasure While he still looking at her with his intense gaze , moves his hand more and he grab her cheeks firmly, causing her to snap her eyes open.

Her face flushes red from both the embarrassment and the intensity of his touch, as no one has ever touched her like this before.

Then, he slowly leans toward her face slowly very slowly until their breaths mingle. Ruhani can feel his intense proximity and again closed her eyes

Sultan pauses for a moment, his gaze lingering on her. Her cheeks are flushed deep red, and her chest heaves with every uneven breath. With her lips slightly parted, then slowly he leans in toward her neck and plants a soft, lingering kiss their making Ruhani's fingers dig into his arms, her grip tightening as she reacts to his touch.

Sensing her response, Sultan kisses her neck again this time more forcefully drawing a soft moan from her. He sucks firmly for a few moments before pulling away, leaving a dark red mark against her skin.

Before Ruhani can even open her eyes, she feels his lips hovering inches from her own lips as he calls her in a husky whisper, making his voice alone sending a flutter of butterflies through her stomach.

Begum......

Sultan's gaze stayed fixed on her, calm and unblinking, as he silently observed the effect of his actions on her.

Ruhani's breathing was uneven now, clearly unsettled by the closeness and the unexpected situation. For a moment, when his hold loosened slightly, she quickly tried to step back, instinctively creating distance.

But Sultan moved again.

Not harshly but firmly.

His hand steadied her at the waist for balance, preventing her from slipping in the water, and in that brief moment, she was forced closer again by the unstable surface beneath them. Ruhani lost her footing for a second, and instinctively, her hand pressed lightly against his chest for support.

The silence deepened.

Sultan's expression didn't change, but there was a faint, unreadable curve at the edge of his lips as he noticed her reaction. Leaning slightly closer not invading, but controlled he spoke in a low, steady tone,

"Ruhani..."

The way he said her name made her pause.

Her eyes lifted instinctively.

He was watching her closely calm, composed, completely in control of himself and the situation.

Without saying anything further, Sultan guided her carefully out of the bathing area, maintaining distance now, ensuring no further imbalance as they stepped onto the dry stone floor outside.

The atmosphere shifted instantly the warmth of water replaced by cool air and silence.

Ruhani stood there for a moment, visibly flustered, avoiding eye contact as she tried to compose herself, her gaze lowered and fingers slightly tense at her sides.

Sultan, however, remained still for a brief moment, studying her reaction quietly.

Then, without a word, he turned away and headed back toward the bathing chamber, leaving behind a tense silence and a very unsettled Ruhani standing in the corridor, trying to understand what had just happened.

Ruhani stood there, completely flustered. She lifted both her hands and pressed them against her warm cheeks, as if trying to cool down the heat rushing to her face. Taking a slow breath, she glanced toward the direction where Sultan had gone, trying to steady herself, and muttered under her breath,

"Satya hi... danav ka khandan hai...

bhook lagi thi to bhojan karte... hume kyu kha rahe the..."

She shook her head lightly, still unsettled, and turned away, trying to distract herself. Her eyes once again began wandering around the room, taking in the unfamiliar space. That's when she noticed another door in the corner slightly different from the others.

Curiosity took over.

But before moving she wrapped a long cloth around herself, perfectly covering her wet clothes.

She slowly walked toward the door and pushed it open.

The moment she stepped inside, her eyes widened again but this time in quiet surprise rather than shock.

The room was smaller compared to the main chamber, yet perfectly arranged. It was clearly a personal space, likely meant for keeping garments. Long wooden racks lined the walls, holding neatly folded robes in rich fabrics deep blacks, earthy browns, muted golds, and dark greens.

Some were embroidered subtly with fine patterns, while others were plain but carried a strong royal presence.

On one side, a carved stand displayed a few heavier cloaks, likely worn during travel or battle. There were belts, arm guards, and finely crafted accessories placed with precision, each item positioned as if it had its own place and purpose.

A faint scent of sandalwood and leather lingered in the air, giving the room a grounded, masculine feel.

Ruhani stepped in slowly, her fingers lightly brushing against one of the fabrics.

Everything here felt... organized.

Controlled.

Just like him.

She looked around once more, quietly observing, as if trying to understand the person behind these carefully placed belongings.

Ruhani was still quietly looking around the room when a familiar voice called out from behind

"Ruhani..."

She instantly recognized it.

Turning quickly, she stepped out of the room and found Kaashi standing there with Nadia and Farukh beside her. The sight of Kaashi brought an immediate sense of relief to her face.

Without wasting a moment, Ruhani walked closer and asked softly,

"Kaashi... aapko aapka kaksh pasand aaya? Koi pareshani to nahi hai...?"

Kaashi gave a small reassuring smile and nodded lightly,

"Sab theek hai, Ruhani... chinta mat kijiye."

Nadia stood respectfully to the side and added in a composed tone,

"Sultana, agar kisi cheez ki zarurat ho to hum hamesha haazir hain."

Farukh bowed his head slightly, remaining silent but attentive.

Ruhani nodded faintly, though her eyes still carried traces of the earlier moment. She glanced once toward the bathing chamber for a brief second... then quickly looked away.

Just then, another voice echoed from outside the chamber

"Bhabhijaan... kya hum andar tashreef le aayein?"

Ruhani frowned slightly at the unfamiliar male voice, her brows knitting in mild confusion. She exchanged a quick glance with Kaashi, then replied hesitantly,

"Ji..."

The door opened gently.

Prince Zayan stepped inside.

But this time there was no sharp observation in his eyes, no silent assessment like before.

His demeanor was softer, composed, and respectful. He lowered his head slightly in greeting and said in a calm tone,

"Adaab arz hai, Bhabhijaan... aur aapko bhi adaab."

His gaze briefly shifted toward Kaashi as he acknowledged her presence as well.

Ruhani watched him for a second, then returned the greeting in her own simple way,

"Pranam..."

Kaashi followed respectfully, offering a small nod.

Zayan stepped a little further in, maintaining a polite distance, his posture relaxed yet dignified. Unlike the earlier tension in the palace corridors, this moment felt calmer more personal.

He spoke again, his tone gentle, "Umeed hai aapka safar zyada dushwar na raha ho, Bhabhijaan... agar kisi cheez ki zarurat ho, to hume zaroor ittila dijiyega."

Ruhani nodded lightly, still adjusting to this new environment, but his respectful behavior made her slightly more at ease.

Ruhani looked at him for a few seconds, her eyes slightly narrowed in curiosity, then suddenly she asked in her own natural tone,

"Chote bhaisa..."

Zayan frowned for a brief moment, clearly confused by the unfamiliar words, but then realization dawned on him. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he understood it was her native way of speaking. He straightened slightly and replied with respect,

"Ji, Bhabhijaan..."

Ruhani paused, as if thinking carefully, then said slowly,

"Aap kuch bhi karenge...?"

Zayan's expression turned amused now, his brows lifting slightly at her question. There was a softness in his tone as he replied,

"Ji, Bhabhijaan... aap kya chahti hain?"

At then

Ruhani's lips slowly curved into a small smirk.

Her eyes moved from Zayan to Kaashi, then briefly toward Nadia and Farukh, as if making sure everyone was listening.

There was something playful in her expression now.

Something unexpected.

It felt like she was about to turn the situation in her own favor.

Sultan stepped into the chamber after his bath, his presence calm yet commanding. His hair was still slightly damp, a few strands falling over his forehead, and the fresh clothes he wore were simpler, more comfortable than his usual royal attire soft fabric, loosely fitted, yet carrying the same quiet authority.

Droplets of water still clung faintly near his collar, catching the light as he walked in.

Ruhani's gaze instinctively went to him.

For a brief second, she just looked observing the change from the battle-hardened man to this composed, quieter version of him.

Sultan moved forward and sat on the edge of the bed, settling comfortably.

But the moment his eyes lifted and scanned the room He stopped.

His expression shifted.

Shock.

Because the room that was once perfectly arranged, controlled, and untouched Was no longer the same.

Prince Zayan stood near the bed, casually lifting Sultan's neatly arranged garments and placing them aside as if reorganizing things in his own way.

Kaashi was on the other side, carefully taking out Ruhani's belongings and arranging them with soft familiarity.

Nadia and Farukh had just stepped out from the clothing chamber, their hands filled with more of Sultan's garments, moving them from their original place.

And then Haider.

He walked out from the same chamber, holding a set of Sultan's clothes in his hands. The same man who commanded armies, who held swords without hesitation, who had stood fiercely in battle Was now standing there, carrying garments.

His expression held a faint frown as his eyes met Sultan's.

The contrast in the room was striking.

Order had turned into movement.

Silence into activity. Control into chaos.

And in the center of it all Sultan sat still.

Watching.

As soon as Sultan presence come into the room, everyone noticed him and instantly froze in their places, the movement in the chamber coming to a sudden halt.

Zayan was the first to react; he straightened quickly and said in a respectful tone,

"Bhaijaan... Bhabhijaan ka hukm tha ke aapka sara samaan wahan se muntakil kiya jaye..."

Just then, Haider stepped forward as well, his expression composed yet slightly cautious as he added,

"Ji, Rafiq... hume bhi Bhabhijaan ne hi talab (call ) farmaya tha."

Sultan's gaze slowly shifted from them to Ruhani, his face carrying a faint frown, his expression unreadable yet intense. Ruhani, however, stood there with complete innocence, meeting his gaze without hesitation, and then a small smile appeared on her lips.

"Sultan..."

she called softly, pausing for a moment before continuing,

"Hume vo kaksh pasand aaya... to humne socha ki aapne Kanha ki sthapna vahi kar dein... accha kiya na humne...?"

Sultan didn't reply; he simply kept looking at her, as if trying to understand her completely.

But Ruhani, unaware of the weight of the moment, turned toward the others and said casually,

"Aap sab kyun ruk gaye... apna karya jaari rakhiye..."

Zayan and Haider exchanged a brief glance, then looked at Sultan for confirmation, and when he remained silent, they resumed their work.

The room slowly filled with movement again but this time, beneath that movement, a quiet tension lingered, as if something subtle yet powerful had shifted.

Sultan's gaze turned darker as he finally spoke, his voice low but heavy with authority,

"Begum... aap jaanti hain aapne kya gunah kiya hai...?"

The entire room fell silent again, everyone subtly pausing to hear what would follow. Ruhani frowned, clearly confused, and looked at him as if he had just said something completely

unreasonable.

"Gunah...?"

she repeated, tilting her head slightly. Then, without a second thought, she gestured lightly around the room and said in her usual innocent tone,

"Aap itne bade danav jaise sharir ke hain... itna bada kamra hai... itna sara samaan hai... aapko dikh nahi raha?

Yeh gunah kaise ho gaya?

Hum to bas sab theek kar rahe hain..."

She paused for a second, then added with full seriousness,

"Waise bhi, agar aapko koi appati hai to aap koi dusra kaksh dekh lijiye apne liye ..."

For a moment complete silence.

Then Zayan immediately looked down, covering his mouth as if fixing something just to hide his smile.

Kaashi turned her face slightly, her shoulders shaking faintly as she tried not to laugh. Nadia and Farukh exchanged a quick glance, both struggling to maintain their composure.

Even Haider looked away for a second, a faint twitch at the corner of his lips betraying him.

And Sultan He just kept looking at her.

Unmoving. Unblinking.

Because somehow She had just turned his accusation... into housekeeping logic.

Ruhani, completely unaware of the storm she was creating, turned away from Sultan again and looked at everyone in the room with a small frown, as if they were the ones doing something wrong.

"Aap phir ruk gaye...?"

she said, her tone carrying mild annoyance. Then she waved her hand lightly, as if giving instructions in her own little world,

"Chaliye... apna karya samapt kariye... phir aur bhi karya karne hain aapko..."

For a second No one moved.

Zayan blinked.Haider stared.

Both of them slowly turned their heads and looked at each other, disbelief clearly written on their faces as if silently asking, what is this happening...?

Just a few hours ago, they were commanding soldiers, leading men, making decisions in war...

And now They were being assigned more work by her.

Zayan quickly lowered his gaze, biting back a smile as he pretended to adjust the clothes again, while Haider let out a quiet breath, shaking his head ever so slightly before continuing his task.

Nadia and Farukh immediately resumed their work more seriously this time, trying not to react at all.

Kaashi, however, couldn't help it she turned her face away, hiding her smile behind her hand.

And in the center of it all Ruhani stood like everything was perfectly normal.

As if she had just taken control of the entire room Without even realizing it.

Sultan suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward him with firm control. Ruhani, already unsettled, looked up at him in annoyance but the moment her eyes met his, she froze. His gaze was dark, sharp, filled with anger, as if his very glare could silence the entire room.

He spoke, his voice low yet dangerously intense,

"Aap jaanti bhi hain, Begum... woh dono kaun hain?" His grip tightened slightly as he continued, this time his voice rising,

"Aapki jurrat kaise hui unse yeh khidmat karwane ki!"

The sudden outburst made everyone flinch.

Even Ruhani.

Her eyes widened instantly, like she had just heard the most unbelievable thing in the world, and within seconds they started filling with tears. Her brows pulled together in a confused little frown, and her lips slowly turned into a pout proper pout. She pushed them forward slightly, cheeks puffing just a bit, like she was silently protesting before even saying anything.

For a moment, she just stood there like that blinking fast, holding her breath, as if trying very hard not to cry. But her face gave it away completely. Her lips trembled again, she sniffed once, then twice... and that was it.

Before anyone could react, she pulled her hand slightly and burst into loud sobs, her voice trembling as she cried

"Sultan...!"

Her voice came out shaky and stretched, full of complaint. Tears started falling instantly, but even while crying, her pout didn't go away in fact, it got worse. She looked exactly like someone who had been scolded unfairly and had decided that crying loudly was the only correct response now.

Everyone in the room froze again-this time, in complete shock.

"Ek to aap hume itni door le aaye..."

she continued between her cries, her voice breaking,

"aur ab hum apni iccha se kaam bhi nahi kar sakte..."

Then suddenly, she turned toward Zayan, her teary eyes wide and pleading, her innocence hitting harder than her words

"Chote bhaisa..."

she said, her voice soft yet accusing through her sobs,

"aap hi bata dijiye... aapne hi to kaha tha na yeh sab karne ko..."

Zayan's eyes widened instantly.

He glanced at Sultan. Then at Haider.

Then back at Ruhani.For a moment, he was completely caught off guard.

But the tears The situation And Sultan's rising anger All collided at once.

He cleared his throat slightly and stepped forward, trying to maintain composure as he said,

"Jee... Bhaijaan... woh... humne hi arz kiya tha..."

His tone held hesitation, but he nodded faintly, as if confirming her words.

Before the tension could settle, Ruhani pointed her finger toward Haider, her tears still flowing,

"Aur inhe bhi... aap hi laaye hain..."

Haider's eyes widened at that.

For a brief second, he just stared at her.

Then he looked at Sultan.

A pause.

And then, with controlled seriousness, he stepped forward slightly and said,

"Jee, Sahmeer... yeh bhi hamari hi darkhwast par hua..."

Silence fell again.

Zayan and Haider both stood there composed on the outside, but clearly dragged into something they hadn't planned.Ruhani sniffled softly, still teary, her face flushed.And Sultan Stood there.

Watching all of it.His anger is still present.But now Mixed with something else.Something far more complicated.

Sultan's gaze shifted sharply toward Zayan and Haider, his expression firm and controlled, anger still evident in his eyes. Without sparing another glance at Ruhani, he said in a cold, commanding tone,

"Humare saath chaliye... abhi."

Then he turned and walked out of the chamber, his steps steady and authoritative.

For a moment, no one moved. Zayan and Haider stood there, still processing everything the sudden accusations, Ruhani's tears, and the way the situation had flipped.

Slowly, they turned toward her, only to be stunned once again. Ruhani stood there completely normal, her face calm, her eyes clear and innocent as if nothing had happened just moments ago.

Not a trace of tears remained. Looking at them casually, she said,

"Jaiye aap dono... warna woh danav vyakti dobara yahan aa jayenge aur hum par gussa nikaalenge..."

Both Zayan and Haider blinked, then exchanged a glance, silently trying to understand what they had just witnessed, before quietly leaving the room, still in shock.

As the door closed, Ruhani turned toward Nadia, Farukh, and Kaashi, who were all staring at her Nadia slightly open-mouthed, Farukh frozen, while Kaashi seemed calmer, almost used to this side of her.

Ruhani frowned at their expressions and said innocently,

"Aap log aise kyun dekh rahe hain...?"

Then, as if nothing unusual had happened, she added,

"Chaliye... jaldi jaldi karya samapt karte hain,"

and went back to arranging things, completely unaware of the chaos she had just created.

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Kaise Lage shades of Ruhani 😶

Unexpected tha kya......