Diya (pov)

He stares at my face... when I am standing in front of him... stark naked. My lower body under the water, But the upper half visible to him now. But he is staring at my face.. into the naked emotions of my eyes. This Man walked into my bath out of nowhere.. with blood all over him.. Blood of my ex-husband.. Blood of that bastard. Is that why he rushed off in the morning?? To kill Him?? Is that why?? And here I was assuming all kinds of stories...I thought I did something to upset him, or spoil his mood. I was here blaming myself... and he just walks in here and tells me that he killed the prince. I am done with these men.

"What? Why did you stop smiling?" he asks in all seriousness. Was I smiling?? I look down trying to avoid his stare.. But what I see heats up my whole face... His naked Upper body.. Ripped muscles all over.... a bit of hair on his chest.. giving him a raw masculine touch. I feel like my whole body is on fire... I don't know what to do.. where to go... where to look! I gulp "You were rude to me in the morning.. and asked me to leave, just for you to go and kill him" I whisper, looking anywhere but at him. I feel his eyes on me. His hands caress my shoulder slowly, and sensuously... giving me chills.

"My little dove, Are you upset that I was rude to you... or are you upset that I killed your ex- husband" he almost growls 'ex-husband' in my ear. As his hold tightens on my shoulders... almost painful. But I won't back out now, "I don't care about that Man!! I don't care! But I care about our relationship!! I was worried about what wrong have I said or done to anger you." I almost shout at him. He looks amused at my anger.. Wow. My anger amuses this man. I cross my arms in frustration.

There is silence in the room, only the sound of our breaths heard, I look at him... only to find him looking down... at my upper body. I realize that my crossing of arms has uplifted my breasts, pressing them together. I instantly drop my arms down.. exposing myself again. He inches closer... as close as possible.. making me feel a rush. He raises his hand and I expect a slap or push as a return favour of my shouting at him. My eyes shut tightly almost as an instinct.

I feel his hand..... underneath by breast, cupping one gently. "So you don't care about him? Not even a slightest bit? Hmm?" he whispers into my ear as his one hand lifts up one of my bosom. I feel like an ice melting away into the water.. "Answer me Little Dove" he presses figuratively and literally, presses my bosom with his hand. My hands fly to his shoulders for support, as my knees are too weak to stand on their own. "No. Not even a bit" I answer him, as I dig my nails into his shoulder.

He grits his teeth in a smirk. "An answer I like. Would you care if I leave you now?" he asks.. and that thought alone is an unpleasant one. I shake my head in denial. "Words" he commands with a pinch on my nipple, making me wince, in both pain and pleasure. I am loosing my mind, my body to him. "I would.... I—Don't leave now" I finish my sentence with a lot of difficulty. His touch... paralyzing my brain.

"Hmm.. an even better answer" he hums, as if he is not too focused on speaking. "Perfect" I hear him whisper in a low husky voice as his thumb circles the areola. I don't know whether the compliment was for my answer or for my breasts. But his actions make me gasp for breath. "Nawaab Ji" I don't know why I call him.. but I could not stop myself. He breaths in deeply. "Would you like to know how I killed him?" he bites my earlobes as he whispers those words into my ears. I don't really want to talk about him.. or anything else, But I think he wants me to know, wants me to hear about his work for the day. So I nod. And my thoughts are proved right when he smiles wide.

His hands leave my bosom, and caress my back. I am in his arms.. and I feel content. His hands slowly travel down... into the water....to my lower back.... To my waist..... finally stop at my bum. What is he doing!!! I want to just melt away and be one with the water. I am burning with embarrassment. I press my body into him, hiding my face into his warm chest. I feel his fingers slowly rubbing my butt crack.... Oh my god!!! What is he doing!! "Nawaab Ji.... What.. What are you doing?" I cannot think straight with his finger caressing there!! "He was raped by Men for days" he says as he fingers me there..... I hold onto him, tightening my hold. I can't form words, so I express through a loud guttural moan. I should be repulsed upon hearing what the prince went through.. but I am not, infact that statement didn't effect me as much as his touch.... Its unbearable in a weirdly pleasant way.

"Little Dove... Do you want to know what happened next?" His husky voice Is just adding fuel to my burning body. I don't want to know what happened next, but I definitely want to know what will happen next. I stand on my tippytoes, my arms around his shoulders for support, I reach near his ear, "and then?" I whisper in his ear.

What happens next, is not what I hoped. He pushes me away... I almost stumble as I was not expecting that at all. why?? His actions hurt my heart more than my body. I look down, trying to hide my brimming eyes. He tries to hold my hand, but now I am too hurt.. so I try to pry my hands away. He pulls me closer and my body hits his with a jerk. He takes my hand again... entwines his fingers with mine. I am soo confused. What does he want from me? He pushes me then pulls me the next second. My confusions evaporate with the water on my body... as he places my hand on his cloth- clad manhood. "I slashed off his penis." He groans as he speaks. I just want to dive into these waters to hide my flushing cheeks. He pulls me again into his arms as he holds my bare waist. "He will bleed out in the cell... beg for his last breath, and finally when he lies their lifeless, Wajid and my men will cut him off into pieces and feed it to the scavengers." He mumbles into my hair, as we both stand in each other's arms.

I don't know what to say... all that he said, the kind of death the prince got, is a one which we don't even wish for our enemies. I should be sickened by his action, even with the way he described it was appalling. But I just breath in his scent, and dig my head into his chest. I don't want to think about anything other than him.. anything other than this. "So tell me, do you think his death was too cruel for his crime?" he caresses my hair.

"Can I ask you something? If you don't mind?" I hesitate, I don't want to anger or upset him again. "Ask away" is his reply. I inhale a deep breath, "Why did you kill him?? I mean I understand that he is your enemy, So do you kill all your enemies like this?" that thought alone scares me. I know he is no saint... but this kind of aggression towards people just because they are of other nation, or kingdom is dangerous. "What do you mean?" he removes his hands from my waist, but I tighten my hold on him. I am not letting him push me away again.

"I mean, you tortured him to this extent.. just because he was the prince of other kingdom, or is there another reason?" I make myself clear. I don't know why am I pretending.. I just want to hear him say that he did this for me... for all the torture I went through. I want him to say I mean something to him... something worth fighting for. I hold my heart with hope.

He doesn't speak for a few minutes and I start losing my hope. "He deserved all that he got.... Except for you." he mutters. His voice is so low.. that for a second I think, my ears were ringing, and I am just imagining things.. But his lips did move, so he really said those words. He really said that the prince didn't deserve me. I smile into his chest.. "So... You tortured him for me? because you think, what he did to me was a heinous crime, right?" I ask him to hear a clear answer.

I feel his fingers digging into my waist "Yes. Little dove, Nobody is allowed to touch you, or even think of touching you without your consent. He had you as his wife, but that does not give him the right to force you. He deserved every bit of pain and agony he got" he speaks with such certainty.

I am speechless... his words mean so much to me. Just what I wanted to hear. Just what I wanted to shout out at the prince, that night.... Just this. I am overwhelmed with unexplained emotions. He holds my shoulders as he detaches me from his body, and looks down at me. His fingers slowly brush away my tears, which had fallen without my knowledge. "Ahh these tears again" he smirks the same way he did when we first met... making me smile through my tears. He cups my face... and he leans his face closer to mine.... His lips just an inch away from mine... I close my eyes, waiting for it to happen, for him to kiss me.

But it doesn't happen... as we hear an announcement from the corridor. "Shehzaade ji the Badshah has summoned you. Shehzaade Naseer and Begum Nusrat have returned from their trip. Your presence is requested in the court." One of royal court messenger announces.

I open my eyes and I find him staring at me, with irritation clearly visible on his face, And I don't know if it is because we got interrupted or because of the news of his half brother and step mother's arrival. "Well I guess I will see you in the night then" he backs off and calls the daasis. "Night?" I repeat to myself as I sit down in the tub trying to hide myself in the water. "Yes, you will be sleeping in my room" he orders casually as the Daasis help him with his clothes. "Why?" comes my instant reaction. Why does he want me there.. I mean I liked sleeping on his bed yesterday... But I thought that was just him trying to prove a point to Begum Ma Sa.

He turns towards me and the Daasis hurry out from there. He walks towards me stands behind me, as I arch my neck backwards to look at him. He leans down and his lips slowly touch my forehead. Nothing has ever felt like this.. Nothing has ever warmed my heart, body and soul like his soft forehead kiss.... Not even this warm water. my lips automatically curve into a smile in an instant.

"Why, What, when, where will never be a question between us, Little Dove. We can continue to be like this as long as you understand that. Hmm?" He brushes his lips on my forehead as he speaks in his low husky voice which can make me agree to anything in this world..... I nod with a smile. He smirks and stands straight, Stares at me for a minute, And walks away... taking away his warmth, his musky intoxicating scent.... His rough calloused touch. He walks away, taking everything away... everything that I had with me, near me... a few seconds ago. I look at his retreating figure.. and I sigh with a smile plastered on my face.

hehe... you all got a peck, so I decided to take the kiss away... Please don't kill me.

I hope you all enjoyed and loved the chapter.. it was pretty hot and wet.. i know. ;)

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