( C h a p t e r 14 )
The entrance door was opened, she lifted her dress with both hands and entered, Rehan also picked up the bag and followed her.
She had just walked a few steps when she stopped suddenly, Gul looking at the house. It was full of beautiful things but there were no colors except of white, grey and black.
She got startled at Rehan's voice.
"What happened?"
She simply nodded in negative at his question.
She began to step forward, with walking steps, her wandering eyes surveying the house.
From the curtains to the furniture, everything was decorated in gray and white.
Don't know why these colors seemed to overshadow Rehan's condition, as if his heart was also lifeless like these colors.
"The room is upstairs."
he said to Gul and went up the stairs in front, Gul also followed him.
They stopped outside a room, Rehan put the bag on the ground and unlocked the door.
She entered, a faint smile on her face, she found the same colors in the room she had seen downstairs.
She was not at all surprised to see this colourless room, but today she realized that how important colors are in life.
"I can understand. Some people are really unromantic..."
Rehan who was closing the door got confused at her statement.
"What do you mean!?"
"Do I have to tell you everything?!"
She turned to Rehan.
"Well? this room should be decorated with flowers and all the pretty things, right? After all, we are newly married!"
"You know I'm not that kind of person..."
He was disgusted."What kind of person?"
"The Romantic type...." He replied coldly.
"I'm going downstairs to drink some water."
He definitely needed that to cool down his anger and the door slammed shut.
"Strange..."
She took a deep breath.
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He was thinking of her while tightly giripping on the glass."What does this girl think of herself? All she does is talking and talking, I.. I am her husband, not a toy, I have feelings too. How can she behave like that?"
He was angry.
He chug the water down and took a deep breath.
"Just let the matter be done today, I will say it clearly, that I am your husband and you should respect my boundaries and I don't like these unnecessary talking of yours, so don't repeat them in the future.
He was talking to himself.
Will he go and speak now or will he continue to mumble here?
His thoughts echoed.
He got up and walked towards the room.
The door opened and Rehan's stopped at his place.
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