POSHEEDA

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Author pov

Heavy sigh left shehnaaz's lips as she brought herself out of some thoughts and put pink colour abaya robe over her long white sleek dress that goes all way her toes. She carefully brushed out her lose curls with fingers and apply setting spray over them to stay still. She did very light and clean make up to look natural yet glowing, after wearing her hot pink heels and taking her white shoulder purse she walked out of her room closing door behind

      Today is first Friday of month and their whole family has this tradition to gather around their family farmhouse in Islamabad and catch up, this was started by their grand grandfather in 90s to keep his family close. If you ask Shehnaaz she really hate this tradition of their it may have started for good cause but it's not anymore

      Her aunties and cousins only like to gossips and since Shehnaaz doesn't have mother to back her up when these aunties attack her at these gathering now she's their ultimate target. All month they gather gossip about her and annoy her on this day

     She wasn't stupid or idiot to refuse when neelam herself called her and lovingly advised her to come their with Sidharth, cause neelam also knows if Shehnaaz and Sidharth went in different cars only questions will rise which already were but secretly and all blame will come on Shehnaaz since she's the woman and they think it's woman's job to keep marriage going. Shehnaaz also was grateful to have this much understanding mother in law, neelam hasn't even asked her to come home she just told her she can come when she's comfortable. She thinks Sidharth and her just had fight

      Shehnaaz came out to see sidharth standing there with phone against his ear. He looks pretty mad while speaking, she can literally see veins around his neck and the way he was clenching his jaw while cursing the fuck out of other person. His furious eyes met hers and she sucked in her breath, her heart was beating faster than usual as his eyes soften for seconds before he looked away from her. She finally release breath she was holding for so long

      She has to agree. Her husband has fashion sense, he looks extremely handsome in cream colour Prada sweater and brown pants. He has hair sleek back and LV sunglasses, his wedding golden band shinny from far. He's perfect

"Madam." Driver's voice made Shehnaaz clear her throat and looked at him who has kept door open for her to sit down

"Shukhriya" She thanked him and got inside backseat of car, driver closed door behind and run to open other side door for Sidharth

     Shehnaaz was very much aware of fact that Sidharth likes to drives himself, he everywhere drives himself mostly but nowadays he's preferring driving after their accident. Her reaction always comes to his mind whenever he decides to drives and he hold himself back, he just can't bring himself to hold steeling wheel

     He didn't made her wait much and got inside car, beside her. Car got filled with her vanilla scent and when he entered his musky fragrance made Shehnaaz bite her lower lip. She loves strong scent especially one he uses. This was scent that use to fill her nostrils when she use to wake up in morning back at their manor

    He didn't greet her like usual or even spoke a word to her. Isn't it what she wanted from him to just mind his own business and not bother her. He's exactly doing that

      She sneakily glanced at him to see who was looking ahead with no expression. Back to being cold are we?, nowadays whenever she use to look at him his eyes were always on her, why is she complaining now.  He has one hand rested over his thigh other hand's elbow against window and hand against mouth. He has large hands, she thought and had argue to compare their hand size but kept herself in control and look ahead