Nawaaz (pov)

When I picked her up and took her to the bedroom, I had no intensions to come soo close to her, but her reaction, the very next moment is what shook me up.... The way she reacted to my touch, to my closeness, was like a wounded animal trying to protect itself from death... Broken but still fighting. That reaction told the untold story.... Something was not right.. something really traumatizing has happened to her. I would have believed that it was just a normal reaction of any girl, forced into a marriage... But I know this is not just that... I did not even touch her with that intension.. we have been this close even before.... This is something else, and I have to know it.

She is sitting in the farthest corner of the bed, her arms locked around her folded knees and she is just rocking herself to and fro... no this is definitely not an ordinary reaction. And I want to know the reason behind this.

I wait for her to come to her senses and calm down but she doesn't, she is loosing it... I cannot wait now... I want to know the reason for her to react like this.

After a long time... after me loosing my temper and shouting at her, she answers my question. 'What happened to her?' which seemed like a simple question, but she knows and I know that it isn't. I am not asking her about her reaction, I am asking her the root of this reaction by her. And what I get as an answer makes me want to kill someone..... not just someone, That pathetic loser of a Prince.. oh he will die... I will be the one to kill him soon. Soon...

She should sleep, as we are travelling to Delhi sultanate tomorrow, my home, my kingdom. And she will have to be well prepared to meet my family... I smirk at the thought. I did not intend to marry her, sure I wanted to own her, rule her at the very moment I saw her in the jungle. Looking so vulnerable, so broken yet sooo beautiful.. like an angel. Soft, weak, beautiful. That's how angels are... that's why I called her 'Angel' the very moment I saw her. But Marriage with her was never a plan.

(Flashback)

"Just Kill me"

She wanted to Die rather than living like a slave to me. I could make her, force her to be my slave... or I could just kill her like she wished. But something.. something deep inside me was stopping me.. from killing her.

It gave me such sadistic pleasure when someone made her cry, when someone hurt her, and I, like a saviour saved her in every situation. I was her Saviour. Her Knight in shining armour... to wipe her tears, to drink her pain.

Oh it feels soo good to be seen as a saviour by someone... I have never been one, never considered to be one.. I have always been a destroyer. Oh to be a hero! Feels soo good! I was almost on the verge of making her my slave... But she says something which made me reconsider my plans...

"I am Just a toy.. to touch whenever you want.. to play with whenever you wish and to throw after use." She said.

Well this might just work for me... I reconsider my plans and make a better one... a plan to be her god... a plan to marry her and make her my slave, my worshiper forever!

"We are going to get married tomorrow" I declare.

(flashback end)

I never intended to touch her without her permission. I am Man enough, and don't need to force someone for my sexual pleasure, And besides what is the fun in that? I will be truly satisfied, when a woman willingly bows down and obeys me.. enjoys my pain, and gains pleasure in that. That is my true satisfaction.

And about the bastard who forced himself on her... well he is going to suffer the same.

Diya (pov)

This is the first morning when I wake up without any worries, without any nightmares, without any disturbance... and after a long time, finally I slept so peacefully. The month before my marriage with prince was not peaceful for my mind. I had nightmares after the forest incident with Nawaaz's men and then I was always worried and unhappy about the decision of my marriage taken without my consent. Yesterday was the first time in ages, that I had a deep peaceful sleep. All because of Nawaaz, My husband, My Nawaab. I smile at the thought. A genuine smile after so long. He will always be My Nawaab, the first name/ title I knew him for.

I am nervous about going to his home, his kingdom, The Delhi Sultanate. I finally contemplate and realize how huge it is!!! I am married to the Prince of Delhi Sultanate, the son of Sultan, the future King of the most powerful kingdom!!! I have never gone outside our village, and have only heard stories of invasion by Mughals, the wars, the most cruelest and powerful army of Mughal empire.

I have heard rumours and stories of their brutality and torment . I hope they are just rumours like the one about Nawaab, like the one where he is depicted as a devil, as a inhumane, cruel man. i hope it is the same case with the Mughal empire, the stories... I hope they are just mere rumours.

Daasis have packed my belongings and essentials and I am almost ready. I see the red bright vermilion(sindoor) a sign of my marriage, a belief of my religion. The one which the Prince put on my first marriage was wiped off..... when he.. he forced himself on me. it was like he himself wiped away the purity of our marriage. And Now, I am putting this Vermilion for my Husband, My Nawaab.

I feel eyes on me as I finish off with putting the vermilion. And I see his reflection in the mirror, his eyes following my each action with a smirk. I don't know what he is thinking, I have never been able to understand his expressions, as they are either a blank face, or an evil smirk. Yesterday I think I saw anger on his face when I told him about the incident with the prince, but I am not sure. Maybe I was just seeing things.

We both are looking at each others reflection in the mirror. The Daasis have left the room, I don't know when.. "You know, you don't have to follow your hindu traditions. Now you are my wife" he says... making me again realize.... that I just married a man of other religion!!! Oh my God!! I panic.. oh no will he force me to change my religion!??? I cannot do that!!! No No NO!! My Ganpathi Bappa is all I have for guidance and sanity. "But, If you want to continue with your stupid Hindu orthodox traditions and beliefs, you can, I will not stop you." he completes before I could blow my mind.

What? Did he just give me a choice??? I certainly did not like the way he described my religion but I am grateful for his thoughtfulness. I smile at him, a true genuine smile. "thank you, My Ganpathi Bappa, my religion and.. my knowledge are very precious to me..... my only true possessions." I confess, I don't know why I shared this with him, when he didn't even ask... but I wanted to share something about myself.. I guess..

He looks at me for a long minute, like he is trying to understand me, read my mind.. I look down, unable to endure his intense gaze. "hmm.. come, the preparations have been made for our departure." Saying this he leaves the room. And I finally release a deep breath... that was something unusual, why am I so intimidated by him?? Why is he making me all shy and nervous!?

After Days of Travel, Living in tents.. my first time experience of travelling to another place is not so bad, his sipahis (soldiers) are always around us both, for our safety, and he didn't interact with me much. Infact I was alone all the time in my tent, without any disturbance... I used to collect some stones and I borrowed one knife from one of the daasis, and I used to just scrape it on the stones and make some figures. At night, him and his few trusted men would sit around the fire and drink. I did not go out to check on them ever.. I was happy with my activities.

After Days, I don't know how many exactly, we reach Delhi sultanate and I am amazed seeing all these big merchant markets, sooo many of them!! People wandering around freely... until one of his soldier, announces "The Great Shehzaade 'Nawaaz-ud-diin Muhammad, the Prince of Delhi Sultanate has arrived!!!! All Hail the Great Prince!!" the people scatter around and clear the way for us, I am sitting in my palanquin and watch the people on both the sides. They seem to be scared to look up at their Prince on Horse, but are also curious to see a palanquin along with the troop.

Now I am scared to face the royal Mughal family... they are basically the rulers of majority of 'Bharath'. As no announcement is made for me.. I guess people are not aware of such a marriage of their prince... does the royal family know!??? I don't think so.. we departed from there the very next day!!! They definitely don't know about me.... or the marriage between me and Nawaab.

The Palanquin descends indicating that we have reached the palace. I feel my heart literally knocking on my ribcage.. that's how fast it is beating!! My Mind has gone blank... I am soo not aware of anything going on around me.... suddenly a hand separates the curtains of the palanquin window and I see My Nawaab, my husband peeping inside... he raises his one eyebrow and indicates with his head to get out of my hiding place, to get off the palanquin. My body again obeys his command like yesterday night... and I get off.

I take the 'odhani' on top of my head covering it till my forehead... and look up... the wholeee family, the Mughal royal family standing there and looking at me with a confused and curious expression. I look down... embarrassed.

"This is Diya, she was the wife of Prince Vijay of Amer, and as I conquered that kingdom, and dethroned the king... I married her. Now, She is Diya, My wife, Your Princess for now..." then he looks at my direction, making me look up at him.... He smirks " and... maybe your future Queen."

I am shocked like everyone else standing there. He just.... He just introduced me with such pride... his wife.. and maybe their future Queen!!! It takes me a second to realize.. he said Maybe?? But why?? And then I hear sound of someone stomping their feet... and I turn towards the direction of the sound... towards the direction where his family, the royal family is standing...... and I see a beautiful woman glaring at me.... with pure rage in her eyes.. and she turns away stomping her feet and walks away from there.....

well damn! that was something eh??(smirks like Nawaaz) a veryyy long chapters dedicated to all you lovely readers.. i am sooo happyy with the response this story is getting!!! yay!! it is all because of you sweeties!!

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