Mafia Captured

8. The Monster's Love

They had a magnificent lunch at a splendid restaurant.Afer that Arsalan took her to a shopping mall. Sahira was thoroughly enjoying Arsalan's company. Since coming to the USA, it was her first time visiting such a large shopping mall. She was a bit nervous and didn't want to embarrass Arsalan in any way. Everything was so new to her.

With his arm comfortably around her waist, Arsalan guided her through the bustling mall. Their arrival at the boutique caused a stir. The manager, recognizing Arsalan, hastened towards them with a fawning smile.

"Sir, it's an honor to have you here," the manager gushed.

Arsalan returned the smile, his gaze warm on Sahira. "I'm looking for something special for my wife," he announced.

Sahira smiled back at Arsalan.

"Sure, sir. " The manager nodded. At Arsalan's command, the manager quickly called a female staff member to assist. She guided them to a seperate room.  The room was adorned with plush furnishings and soft lighting, creating an atmosphere of exclusivity. A sumptuous sofa dominated the center of the room . 

As the female staff  began to display an array of designer dresses, Sahira noticed a familiar aesthetic, a blend of Indian and Pakistani influences. The clothes were incredibly beautiful, designed by expert designers, as evident at first glance.  Her eyes widened in awe. Each piece was a masterpiece of design, crafted from the finest fabrics and adorned with intricate embellishments. The price tags, however, told a different story. Her heart sank every time she saw the price tag. The prices were so high that she wondered if there were some extra zeros mistakenly added. However, She dared not voice her shock, fearing it would reflect poorly on Arsalan's taste or status.

Sahira's fingers traced the delicate fabric of a dress, her heart heavy. She picked up a dress and then put it back. She couldn't bear the thought of bankrupting her husband on their first day. Arsalan, sensing her hesitation, stepped closer.

"Something wrong, Sweetheart?" Arsalan's voice was gentle as he noticed her hesitation.

Sahira shook her head, her smile strained. "They're beautiful," she managed to say.

Arsalan chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Don't worry about the price. You deserve the best."It was as if he knew what was going on in her mind. He read her like an open book. He always did. But, Sahira could never realize it. Because he never allowed her to. With a confident stride, he began selecting outfits for her, his taste impeccable.

A purple salwar kameez caught his eye, and he held it up with a flourish. "This one," he declared.

 The female staff  guided Sahira to the changing room and she  hesitantly went with her.   Arsalan, meantime, grabbed a magazine and settled onto the couch.

When she came out wearing the dress, the girl  showered her with compliments. Sahira in that purple dress looked quite 

Sahira stood in front of Arsalan, who lowered the magazine, his gaze sweeping over her. There was no one else in the room except the three of them , making it seem like the whole place was reserved just for them.

"Not quite," he mused, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice. "Try the yellow one." Sahira  who hoped that he would showered her with praises like the sales girl, felt a pang of disappointment.

The girl picked up the red dress and took Sahira back to the changing room.

When Sahira came out wearing the yellow dress, Arsalan tilted his head slightly and said, "It's too bright."

Arsalan gestured to a pink dress, which the girl picked up and escorted Sahira back to the changing room.

"It's too dull."