Nawaaz (pov)

I was having a talk with our ministers on my way to the Darbaar, when I see Diya, standing there in the middle of the garden, smiling to herself... she is weird, I have been observing her absence in the palace, since the last time I was in her room and Rukhsaar interrupted us. Remembering that night always gives me a different level of satisfaction. How insecure Rukhsaar got on Diya's arrival was so evident on her face. And Diya... well she looked quite upset when she saw me leaving with Rukhsaar.

Well you can't blame me.. I was tempted by Rukhsaar's offer for the night.. who wouldn't be, I am her husband after all, not on my own wish, but still..so I agreed to follow her. But I don't know what happened... as soon as I got out of Diya's room, I had no interest in Rukhsaar's offer. So I just walked away to my room.

Now I finally see her after so many days, and she looks just as beautiful as the first time I saw her, she looks like an angel, standing in the middle of the garden. As I walk towards her.. I realize I have never really enjoyed these gardens, their beauty, and nature in peace. "So finally, you get out of your hiding place, little dove.. I thought you would stay in your room for your entire lifetime" is what I say.. I called her little dove, because Doves are known as the symbol of peace and innocence. And she is the personification of that word in my chaotic life. Looking at her in the middle of the garden, in the middle of mother nature... just made me give her that name.

I have never been a talkative person ever, but I keep on asking her questions... wanting to know her. "So which one is your favourite one here?" I ask her curiously, she seems to be shocked at my constant questions, and probably from me trying to make a conversation. Trust me I am shocked too, as I have never been a talkative person, even when I was a small kid. Maybe it is because I had no one to talk to..... I shake my head to shut out my useless thoughts.

She doesn't answer me but her eyes are enough to tell her choice.. 'the white rose'. That is a very rare choice, I have known men and women who love blood red rose, as it is seen as a symbol of love. Everybody loves ' love' ...that feeling, therefore the choice of flower is common. She is really weird.

I cannot help but express my views on her choice, "the white rose? That is a weird choice". She looks at me, then at those white roses, "yes. It is soo beautiful to look at! So peaceful, it is like the calm between the chaos of colours of the world." she explains and for a second I get alarmed, is she reading my thoughts? Not even few minutes ago, I was describing her as the peace to my chaotic life, just like she described her favourite flower.. 'the white rose'. Now.. I understand her choice.

She repeats my question, It is like, she also wants to continue this conversation, wants to talk to me willingly. But the problem is.. I don't have any favourites as I have never really thought about it... have had no time to think about these things. When I tell her that... she seems to be surprised, yeah Now I am the weird one. Then she asks me a question, which might seem like a stupid question, but makes me realize many things. "Have you ever walked through these gardens?" this makes me still, as I realize that all these years in this Palace, I have not once stood or just walked here in these beautiful gardens. The answer comes automatically through my mouth... "No.. never really had the time"... this must sound unusual, afterall I live here, sure i was not born here, But after coming to Bharat, this has been my home.... But still never had the time to walk and enjoy the mother nature.

I expect a laugh or mocking reaction from her, but she once again just stares at me.. like she is trying to find the hidden parts of my miserable sad life. Then she says something which leaves me completely speechless. "well, I am glad you made the time to visit here now.. better late than never is what they say right". This woman... how does she manage to leave me stunned with her beauty, and her words... How?

I am lost in my own thoughts, lost in her... when a soldier comes and brings me back to my hell, the harsh reality. "Sorry for the disturbance my Prince, But the Badshah has arrived, and is asking for your presence in the Darbaar." Well there goes my sanity. I come back from my dreamland, but I don't want her to disappear again. So I advise her "Don't just hide in your room, explore the palace and adjust with everyone. That will be better for your future, because this is it for you" she doesn't have any other option but to be my wife, and live this life... because... because she just has to!

I make my way to the Darbaar, to the Badshah... my father, yeah No Badshah it is. That old man literally lives to disrupt my life. I shake my head as the guard announces my entry. He is sitting on his throne as always, "Nawaaz! My beloved son! Come here! come hear!" he seems to be over excited!! And what is up his over the top love for me? I roll my eyes at his enthusiasm as I know It is probably for some other reasons, not for me.

I bow down my head, and rub my chin, I don't know what to do with my hands suddenly. "I hope you had a good journey, without any difficulties?" I ask as a formality, I really don't care though. He laughs "as if you care" he says with a serious face. These kind of similarities between us makes me realize, that I am really his son, and I hate this realization. "Anyways, I heard that you married the wife of Prince Vijay of Amer? Well I guess you get a new wife under you," he smirks "and I get a new territory under me." he laughs like he just cracked the joke of the century. I am trying so hard to ignore this boiling anger, within me, on her mention, and the way he just disrespected her. I am the only one who can make fun of her, he may be the Ruler, the Badshah of his sultanate, but she is mine to rule.

"Well, how was your trip? I am sure it was not as useful as mine." I taunt back with a smirk, I don't care if it hurts his old little heart. And as expected he looks offended. "hah! It was great! Naseer's maternal Grandfather, has forwarded his support for Naseer, which of course works for me." he shrugs "unlike you, and your mother, who just seem to live as a liability in my life" he scoffs with disgust at our mere existence.

That makes me cackle, " oh no.. sorry to be a liability to you Badshah, but I can't really help you, you know.. I had no say in this matter, you should have kept your pants up, and mother should have kept her legs and heart closed for you." I rub my beard as if judging them, as I have been judged my whole life. "Nawaaz!!!! Mind your tongue before I cut it off with my own hands!!!!" he bursts out in anger. "Well, I guess that will be all, Badshah. You should rest your old body, you know.. you must be exhausted after this long useful trip." I nod and turn around to leave.

I am in my room, with a glass of drink in my hand, but my body is restless, my legs bouncing in anxiousness, my hands shivering. Everything just seems to be blurred. This is what he does, this is what this place does to me. Just disturbs my sanity, my life. I need something.... Need some distraction. But what??

My legs take me towards my Ammi Jaan's room, just like old times.. I snort. I hear laughter, she is not alone... I see Diya and Ammi Jaan, laughing their heart out. I look at both of them, and my body stills, All anxiousness, restlessness gone... How? I stumble my way to them, I guess I am drunk.

I ask them about their topic of discussion, their reason for laughter... and I get to know my mother was sharing my childhood mischief stories, that makes me snort.. great timing to remind me of my miserable childhood. I look at Diya... her smile, and decide to bring her back to the harsh reality. ""Ammi Jaan, you should have told her about my adult mischiefs then..one where I kill people, one where I torture people and conquer their lands for my empire... tch tch childhood is long gone!" and I am glad I am not that helpless child anymore.

As expected Ammi Jaan scolds me for my insensitivity, and as usual, she senses that something is not right. And what else is not right in my life expect my own damned parents. So she asks me "Nawaaz.... Has Badshah Ji returned?" her question makes me laugh, ofcourse she knows.

We both forget about the newcomer, standing there and listening to our conversations. I realize it, and when I turn to look at her, she is looking at me with sad eyes, with sympathy? Whatever the look.... I hate it. So I scream at her to get out of the room.

But I get shouted back at by my own mother for her... saying that it is her room, and I am no one to make people leave as per my convenience. Well ok, she is my wife. And I will take her to my room. then I can tell her whatever the hell I wish for. Keeping this in mind, I take her hand, and lead her to my room.

Now, when I am finally alone with her, my little dove.... I finally relax, my whole body relaxes. What magic she has In her... I don't know....

"Now.. You are in my room, I will decide when to make you stay.. and when to throw you out, without anybody questioning me." I caresses her soft cheeks with my hands.

I pull her and make her stand in front of the large mirror, while I stand behind. My fingers loosen her necklace strings, slowly removing it from her neck. I don't know why I am doing it, but this definitely distracts me from that restless feeling. She also is confused of her reactions towards me, her body is definitely enjoying my closeness.

"You weren't going to sleep in such heavy ornaments, right?" I answer her confusions. But I so want to just have my way with her.... To touch her soft skin, as I rest and nuzzle my head into her nape. Damn... her sweet scent, it is playing with my senses. I can't resist and just rub my lips on her bare shoulders, just wanting to have a feel of her skin.

I back off, before I lose control. I just go and lay on the bed. She seems to be in a dilemma so I remind her "Why are you standing there? I told you this is my room.. and I decide when.. you stay, and when you get out of this room." I relax my body, and wait for her to join me on my bed.

She is hesitant so I just pull her to the bed, and she inches away to the edge of her side, away from me. Not going to allow that little Dove, so I order her to face me and move closer to her. I still want to know the reason for her laugh, so I ask her, and she thinks for a second before answering "She told me you used to sneak into her bedroom, and sleep under her blankets---- like" she stops herself, but I get a feeling that she is not telling me the whole truth, like she is hiding something. Still I want to hear her, so I ask her to continue. "Like... umm she said... you sneaked like a little rat" she whispers, and her scared expression just does it... I laugh out with my whole heart for the first time...in a long time....

As I catch my breath after a good laugh. I turnmy body towards her, to say something, but she is fast asleep, with a small smile on herface. That's it... I melt at her soft smile, my restless heart, beats in a normalrhythm. I caress her hair, as her presence caresses my agitated mind.

I don't knowwhat this is.... What this feeling is.. Attraction? Affection? But all the greatpoets have described these said feelings as something, which makes your heartrace? But when I am with her, my heartbeat calms down, it is like she is my peace,my Sanity... My little Dove. I don't know what has gotten into me... but I kiss herForehead as I pull her more close to me.... cuddling her close to myself, herhead on my chest..... as if my body has it's own mind and it realizes herimportance.... And never wants to let her, my serenity to go away ever.

Ok I know you guys are probably tired of me apologizing for such a late update. I can understand that restless feeling of not knowing what happens next in the book. ;) You see what i did there? Haha!! never mind. It is just that I have few exams to study for now. But you all amazing readers wait so eagerly for an update, i can't help but write for you all. I am truly sorry for the late update but I make sure whenever I update, it is a long and good chapter.

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