"There will be no divorce, ever. So think before you say yes." His view fixated on her.
"I've already said yes." Her voice and eyes were dim, too much for anyone to not notice.
"I'm a cruel man so don't you dare humiliate me if you get cold feet and...
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"Bienvenue à la maison madame." Said the lady standing in front of Shahwar as she entered her new house. The woman was definitely a year or two older than her.
(Welcome home madam.)
She was in Paris, France. The flight had been as silent as the first night after her marriage. It did feel too overwhelming and tiring to her now. Everything that had happened. Her return from Barcelona to Karachi and then the wedding, then again a long flight to Paris. She badly wanted to rest.
"Fais-lui visiter la maison plus tard. Emmène-la dans sa chambre." Rehaan said to the woman.
(Show her around the house later. Take her to her room for now.)
"Je veux seulement dormir, pour l'instant." Dur e Shahwar told the lady, who passed her a quick smile but the words left Rehaan in shock. He hadn't expected her to speak French.
(I only want to sleep for now.)
"This is Ms Isabel, she's the one in charge of housekeeping." He finally said not looking at her.
"Hm." She nodded mostly to herself.
Isabel started walking towards a direction which led to a staircase and Shahwar followed her up and saw the floor, there was a huge door on the left and before Isabel could take her to her room Shahwar opened the door she saw believing it to be her room and went inside.
It was a massive room with proper French colors and furniture. Though rest of the house was too modern but this room was more beautiful than the entire place she'd seen till now. Shahwar smiled and tried to check the doors inside for a bathroom. There were doors to a terrace which she didn't need to check, then for a walk in closet and then she found the one for the bathroom.
Taking a shower she changed into the bathrobe inside the bathroom. She went out to see if her luggage was settled into the closet, but before she could do that her phone started buzzing and she went towards the bed to check where she'd left it. Her stepmother was calling but she didn't want to speak. She knew it was basically her father who was the reason behind that call and she wouldn't go back on her words about never contacting him again.
She kept on looking at the phone as it blinked its screen and sat on the bed. Few minutes later Dur e Shahwar was in a half lying position fast asleep on the bed. The bedroom door opened and Rehaan entered the room. Before anything else he saw his wife asleep in his bathrobe which was clearly too big for her, on his bed in his bedroom.
He lifted her legs slowly up that were hanging down from the bed to the floor and placed them on the bed. He took the phone from her fingers that were ready to let it fall anytime and put it on the side table.
"How can someone doze off without even lying down straight?" He whispered to himself. It was annoying him how he had not slept the night earlier because she took his bed and now again she was on his bed. He was sure she hadn't eaten anything too because he was the core eye witness to the entire time they'd spent traveling.
