She steps behind him to hide from the view of her ex-husband as much as possible. She hates how even when she is covered in clothes and a scarf on her head - she feels naked. She hates how he can still brings these ugly feelings in her.

She hates him.

Her husband wraps a hand around her pulling her further behind him. His body was stiffened and ready to fight, if needed. She had heard about his anger issues while looking at his profile. Now, she can feel that anger radiating from him. She hates how she puts him in this position. Much more that she was risking the future King's life.

"What do you want?" His voice was sharp that it made her wince yet his hold on her was gentle

"What?" Sahil laughs, "I can't congratulate my wife?"

"She is not your wife". He wanted to punch this bastard, "She is mine". He takes a step ahead, "I will kill you if you even look at her".

Sahil laughs, "She used to be my wife. I know everything. I was her first and you are just a mere second". He pauses, "You should sit with me so I can tell you how you can tame her".

She shudder when she heard that. She remember each day until the end of this chapter in her life. She had suffered each day.

Her husband leaps forwards and she barely contain her heart from leaping out of her chest. Unfortunately, one of Sahil's men advance towards her and she scream causing her husband attention to return at her. She saw the knife in the man hand as he raises it towards her but before it can touch her someone block her way.

She gasp as her husband stand in front of her and she knows the knife cut through him. She heard the sounds of car approaching and Sahil and his men started to run before her husband men arrived.

She stands in front of him looking at his hand which was bleeding. She takes the edge of her dress pressing into his wound to stop the bleeding.

Tears gathered in her eyes, "Why did you do that!?" He just looks at her, "You don't have to do that. It was my fault".

"No". He said harshly as he wraps his arm around her hand, "That bastard action do not define you. I should have killed him". He steps closer wiping her tears, "I am not someone weak who will hurt you or blame you for something that you can't control. You didn't hide your past from me and for that I am grateful. I don't need to know what he did to figure how much he hurt you and just for that I want to kill him".

More tears escape her eyes, "But-".

He cups her face in his hand, "Shh". He draw soothing circle on her skin, "Stop crying, baby".

She blinks her eyes rapidly trying to stop the tears as she heard his men asking questions that he barely answers.

"You will drive". He told his guard as he wrap his hand around her hand pulling her towards the car

He opens the door gently moving her to sit on the seat just as he starts to turn he found his hand in hers. She was looking at their hand and didn't let go when he lightly try to move instead she tightened her hold.

He sighs, bending a little to look in her eyes, "I am right here. I am not going anywhere, ok?"

"Promise?"

"Promise". He said as he tries to resist kissing her forehead yet he did

It brings a sense of calm over him. The feeling of belonging. She let go of his hand as he quickly run to sit beside her. He takes the blanket that is always in his car wrapping it around her.

She sighs in relief as she snuggle into the blanket, "Thank you".

He nodded.

He opens his phone asking his mother to skip any ritual she might want to do now. His mother didn't complain instead she says that she understands and will open the backdoor so they can directly go to their room.

Next, he texted his head of security to gather information about Sahil and everything he can find.
He needs to know everything about that bastard. He will not let this disrespect go without consequences. Especially because of the way she was shivering in fear. Whatever that bastard did to her was bad. He will do more to him.

They enter his room and she holds his hand to stop him. He turns towards her as she speaks, "Where is the first aid kit?"

"In that drawer". He pointed towards the drawer in the corner

She took the box out of the drawer walking back to him and asking him to sit on the couch. She figure he will just for the sake of it will not listen to her but she was pleasantly surprised when he did. He sits on the couch watching her. She takes the cloth off his wound wincing when she sees the dried blood. Luckily the knife only gaze him so it wasn't that deep. He didn't even feel anything until she applied the antiseptic on his wound. Before he could even make a sound of distress she blows on it and all sounds halt in his throat.

Now that they were in the safety of his room he can take his time yet again to look at her. It was something impossible not to do. Even the people at the wedding couldn't keep their eyes off her. Much like him. He had kept close to her and when he was not he felt this irrational need to keep his eyes on her. So, he did. His eyes kept going back to her. Taking in her every action. Every step.

She looks ethereal. He knew this dress will be good for her but he didn't imagine that this dress will complement her so perfectly. There was still trace of her tears from earlier on her face. He didn't understand why will she cry looking at his bleeding hand. She shouldn't care about him. He imagine that it might be due to the lack of facts. A weaker man (boy) will blame the first possible person for the circumstances. He wasn't an idiot. Even if he did marry her to have her racist parents accept his sister - he was stupid to put the blame on her. She didn't even hesitate to confirm her brother when he spoke to her neither when he confessed he was doing it only for his sister.

His free hand had its own mind as it went to trace her cheek where her makeup was submerged due to her tears. He wipes down trying to perfect her already perfect look. It wasn't the makeup or the lack of it - she was just something/one that makes his inside turn.

Once she was done, she looks at him, "Do you want to change first or can I?"

"Go ahead", He said standing from the couch, "I will just change in the guest room bathroom".

"It won't take me that long".

"Take your time".

She nodded. But she didn't move forward to collect her things so he waited for her to say whatever that she wants.

"Um, is it possible to make some tea now?"

"You want more tea?"

"Having one cup is never enough!" She argued and he tried to keep his expression blank at her clear outrage which looks adorable for some odd reasons

"I never thought my wife will be a chai (tea) addict". His lips twitch but he quickly manage to stop himself

She rolls her eyes, huffing, as she place her hand on her hips, "For your information, I love chai. And, whenever I cry I have a really bad headache. I will also need some panadol".

That information sobers him, "Ok. I can ask someone to make some tea".

She nodded.

She change into a comfortable dress and sits in front of the dresser without her scarf for the first time since she became his wife. It made her nervous for some reasons. She tries to smoothen her hair. She always had such curly hair that her mother hated. She had broken enough brushes and ripped her hair out on other occasion until she decided she needs to straighten her hair altogether.

After she accepted herself, she never straighten her hair again. Thanks to her mother they were damaged almost completely and she had to do multiple courses of medication to recover them. She loves them even when they are hard to manage.

He had just made tea for his wife before heading upstairs. He opens the door and the cup almost fell from his hand because in all the chaos of tonight he did not imagine this. His wife was busy applying some oil on her hair and her attention wasn't even in the present. She had no idea that she had made him breathless. He was so occupied that he forgot about everything else however, he didn't expect that his wedding night will come with a heart attack.

She looks gorgeous. Her hair were long and curly that fall on back. They compliment her perfectly. They represent the same chaos that she holds. He took a deep breath trying to calm his raging emotions. For once he was glad he will be the only one who will ever witness her this way and he will make sure he is the only one too. No way any other man will have eyes on his wife and if someone did, he will end them. Just like how he will end the useless ex of hers.

He slolwy starts moving towards her when her eyes snaps at him in the mirror. She looks taken back finding him there. He place the tea on the dressing table.

"Here". He said taking out the panadol tablet, "Does your head hurts?"

She scrunches her nose and that simple thing has his mind capture it for future references, "Yes. It will only get worst".

"Do you want me to massage your head?" He said pointing to the bottle in her hand

She laughs, and he almost fell to his knees. God, oh God, her laughs was so beautiful.

"This is not that kind of oil". She said as she continue applying it

He frowns, as he sits beside her, "What is it then?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Future references".

She rolls her eyes, pointing to three different products and explaining how she needs to carry this routine to keep her hair healthy and nourished.

"Woah. I only use like one shampoo with conditioner".

"I can tell".

He narrow his eyes, "That looks like crticisim".

She fake gasp, "Me? Criticizing the future King, no way".

"You do know you will be the future Queen, right? If you don't criticize me then who will".

"You will let me criticize you?"

I will let you do anything. He wanted to say it so badly.

"You don't need my permission to say something to me or oppose me".

She nodded, "Same thing I expect from you. But if you ever don't like something I did in public you will correct me in private only".

"I realized something".

"What?"

"You keep asking me for basic things that a normal man should be doing. Not something that is told to him so he does. Respecting you should be my priority. It's basic thing if I am marrying you. Correcting you in private comes under respecting too. You ask things of me that you shouldn't have to ask. Why?"

She didn't meet his eyes.

"Why, Begum?"

"Because I never had it".

"Respect?"

"Respect from my partner. Everyone told me that the fact he is providing for me is enough. I should ignore his wrong since he does too. But I never really disrespected him. Never say mindless or degrading things about him in public. Never insulted him. Never raised my voice-".

"Hey hey". He said placing his hand on her hand when he saw how worked up she got, "I shouldn't have asked. I am sorry".

"You didn't do anything, yet. I am just very scared".

"Of Me?"

"Of marriage. I was married when I was a child, Shayaan. I didn't even know anything beside that my parents were so desperate for money and they didn't care that the man was 15 years my senior or how he treated me after that. I lost too much. My innocence, my self respect and most of all my health. I lost my Chi-"

She paused. Her eyes widening when she realized what she was going to say. She jerk her hand away from him trying to put distance between them. But she didn't take proper steps as she starts to fall. He immediately hold her waist bringing her to his chest.

"Shh". He said soothingly as he tracing his hand on her cheeks, "Its ok. You are ok. You don't have to say more. Come on". He said gently pushing her back on the dressing chair, "Teach me how you apply these".

He knows he needs to keep her occupied so whatever she had in her mind will be out. Most of all, he needs to calm her. Her eyes were already red from the tiredness and he was glad for once that they decided one event only. At least, she can rest tomorrow.

He watches each step very carefully memorizing each one of it. Once she was done with her hair, she tied them and he immediately didn't like that. Her hair are beautiful to look at. He wants to see them open.

She takes her tea to bed and saw him frowning, "What?"

"Why would you tie your hair?"

"Because if I don't, they will be like nest when I wake up".

"I am sure you will sit look perfect". He mumble but she didn't hear since she was busy on her phone

He recieved a email as he opens it he found the details that he needed.

"Sahil owns 15% of your company shares!?"