"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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Shahwar woke up at fajr the next morning and offered her prayers. Rehaan was still asleep when she went down to the kitchen and made tea for herself. She remembered how abba ji would call her every single day when she was in Barcelona. She wanted to dial her phone and talk to him but what would she say? He wouldn't feel remorse for what he had done.
Why did she have to work so hard for years at her university when it was all to go to waste? At the end of it she was just another woman without a degree or qualifications. After an hour she went into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast, twenty minutes later the house helpers arrived and stood in astonishment looking at their boss's wife.
She had made a lot many items for breakfast, from cheese omelette, croissants and homemade bread to even aloo ke parathay and halwa. For Shahwar this wasn't a big deal, she loved one thing and that was cooking. It was comfort for her. She knew they had to travel today and went upstairs when she was done tasting the final outcome of each of the cooked items. After a quick shower she changed into a floral sundress and came down to eat the food she had prepared with much excitement.
Things had already been laid down at the table for her and she mouthed a thank you to the staff. She started with the parathas and devoured two of them. Feeling a little too heavy on the stomach she decided to take a short break and return to eat after an interval of ten minutes. She stood up and went inside the kitchen again looking for some fruits. They'd already been cut out for her by the kitchen workers and she was handed a plate.
When she walked out she saw Isabel standing near the table, "Hi." Isabel returned the smile and Shahwar walked towards the table. "Sab hi agaye sirf mere shohar hi soutay ja rahay hain." She said out loud knowing none of the people would understand the language, till she heard a throat clearing from behind her.
(Everyone is here, just my husband has been sleeping.)
"Morning." Rehaan sat down as Shahwar stood still feeling awkward at what he had heard but then she let it go and sat down happily to eat her fruits when she felt Rehaan unbothered by it all.
"Who made the breakfast?" He suddenly asked Isabel and Shahwar stopped munching on the apple.
"Oh, you're not used to the different taste of the food right?" Shahwar beat Isabel to her words. "Mene banaya hai yeh, I'll ask them to get you what you like." She stood up ready to go to the kitchen.
(I made this,)
"You made this?" He asked and she stopped midway.
"Yes." She pressed her lips to a thin line regretting her carelessness for not getting his food prepared by the cook.
"Bohat acha hai." He said and continued eating.
(It's really good.)
He was immensely impressed. First French and then exceptional cooking skills. He was wondering who this girl was. She was Salman Nawaz's daughter of course and it was not absolutely shocking that she could learn other languages belonging to an elite class family. Though cooking was something remarkable for the riches too. But regardless of it all, nothing ever appealed to him more than the sake of consideration. The only woman he'd ever found himself attracted towards was Beena. Whether Beena tried or not, it never mattered to him because his eyes only searched for her.
